GAME OVER ━━ Lip Gallagher

CHAPTER NINE

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Game Over
chapter nine

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                    "WHAT DO YOU EVEN WEAR TO A WEDDING?" she thought aloud from her place at the picnic table. Sitting beside her was Dicky Peterson, his mouth full of tater tots. She twisted the plastic spoon in her grip before sighing. She had been rambling on about Veronica and Kevin's wedding for a good hour and a half. She was bubbling with excitement for her two friends and a little for herself. It was a new experience for her. "Whatever you wear, I'm sure you'll look amazing," Dicky hummed as he finished off the fried potatoes. "But don't wear white. That's, like, a huge no-no. My cousin did it at my older sister's wedding and I thought she was going to send her straight to the grave." Phoebe's smile brightened her face as she fought back her laughter. He was so refreshing in her usually fucked up life.

"I don't think I want a white dress when I get married," she announced. She popped a few pieces of mandarin oranges in her mouth after that, scrunching up her nose. "I think I'd want to wear green, or a royal blue. Something dark but not death dark." Dicky snorted. He leaned against the table, smiling eyes directed toward Phoebe. "Why not live your dark, vampire dreams?" Her eyes narrowed playfully as she flung her napkin at him. "Shut up," she chuckled. "I'm serious, though. Granted, it may not even happen, but its nice to plan, right?" She stuffed her mouth once more with a spoonful of mandarin oranges, eyes not once leaving Dicky's.

          Her parents had two weddings. One was to make her Halmoni happy, which was the more traditional style for her South Korea born family members. The second was an extravagant one to close the last chapter of their separate lives. Her mother wore a blinding white, mermaid style dress with a long train. The torso was intricate lace over sheer, skin colored cloth. The fact her mother had gone all out, Phoebe figured she wouldn't. She didn't care about all of the material things. She only wanted to marry her soulmate in front of her people, regardless of where it happened. "I could always, you know.. Help you pick out a dress for the wedding," Dicky hummed.

          Gently, his fingertips danced over the skin of her thigh. The cold air had created goosebumps on her skin. She hummed as she took his hand that trailed higher up his leg and moved it further down with a forced laugh. "That's very nice of you," she told him, ignoring the discomfort her brain was signaling. Instead, she finished off her cup of oranges and turned to Dicky. "You should show off your legs." Instead of pulling back, he only returned his hand to her leg. He sighed heavily through his nose as he ran his palm over her skin. "Dicky," she muttered, an uncomfortable smile crossing her face, "we're in public." Her reminder didn't seem to phase him.

Her skirt lifted slightly as his hands slid up to her waist. In one swift motion, he pulled her toward him on the bench. "St–Stop," she uttered. She clenched her knees nervously and fought his hands from her. "Dicky—" He cut off her protests with an intense kiss. One of his hands came to cup the back of her neck, his tongue forcibly entering her mouth. Her heart was racing at this point. It pounded against her chest in wariness. She forced her hands against his chest and used her strength to force him off of her. "I said stop!" she shouted in annoyance. She stared at the boy before her in disbelief. How could he go from someone so sweet to this? In disappointment, she stood from her spot and gathered her food back into the bag she had brought with her.

          "Wait, where are you going?" Dicky asked nervously. He stood to his feet in a flash and before Phoebe could get away, he grabbed her wrist. "Let go," she sneered. She didn't falter from looking into his eyes with a hard glare. He, though, looked utterly confused. "Did I do something wrong? Why are you mad at me?" She jerked her hand from his grip, ripping one of her bracelets in the process. It fell to the dirt below their feet. "Don't play dumb. Leave me alone." She turned once more, only to feel his arms wrap around her torso. He held her body flush against him, his chin resting at the crook of her neck and shoulder. "No, don't leave," he muttered into her hair.