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meraki (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work
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I was paralyzed and I was fighting against my body, literally. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, and I couldn't hear. Anything for that matter. And I carried on this way for a good three minutes.
I lurched forward, gasping violently for air, body drenched in sweat, and my head throbbing.
This is the third nightmare I've had in five days. I really wanted the ground to swallow me whole in this moment.
I was no longer laying down, but sitting up, my chest rising up and down violently. I was still struggling to breathe. I just sat in that position for a few moments, just staring into space until I decided to grab my glasses from my nightstand and get up. But my movements were painstakingly slow, for I knew if I moved too sudden, I would be tumbling to the ground. I made up my bed and walked into my closet in search of an outfit. I didn't bother to flip on the light or draw open my blinds, so I was picking whatever the hell I could in the dark. I pulled out a comfy pair of white joggers from Aéropostale and an over sized anti social social club shirt. And I just happened to grab my white Nike trainers.
Oh shit. Oh fucking flying shit! I have XC today.
I ran into my bathroom and stripped down, stepping in the shower. I spent no more than 13 minutes and stepped out, almost slipping in the process. I threw on my clothes an painted my lips with a Mac matte lipstick.
Class starts at 7:40 and right now is...
My eyes glanced at my retro clock on the wall and I looked back on the floor at my half packed backpack. Fuck! I ran to my desk and grabbed my books and ran back to backpack stuffing all the books inside. And then it hit me. I looked back at the clock and I'm sure as hell my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
7:29.
Fuck. My. Life!
I had eleven minutes and I needed to pack my clothes for practice, make sure I had all my books for class, and grab something to eat before I met my early death today. And to top it all off, I felt another migraine becoming prominent in my head. Gotta pack that Excedrin now.
I threw my hair into a very messy high ponytail. My pin straight hair, now in loose beach waves from being in a braided bun all night looked like absolute shit but I was on a tight schedule. I ran into my closet, grabbing my duffle bag and finding my three stripe Adidas pants and racerback active tank. I stuffed it all in along with an Under Amour headband and the bottle of Excedrin from my dresser. I threw in my facial cleansing wipes, deodorant, hairspray, and a body spray.
7:41, is what my clock read and I was seriously about to kill someone. I'm late. And I'm going to shoot the alarm clock.
I almost slipped and fell on the staircase from rushing and I grabbed a banana, peach, and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels with caramel and breakfast. So much for taking it slow today.
Oh, goddamnit! I have orchestra today! I ran upstairs and grabbed the musical instrument before running back down the stairs.
I was late. Late! I stepped outside, locking the front door and as soon as I turned around, the rays of the sun almost killed me then and there.
"Fucking hell," I muttered, putting my book bag, duffle bag, and violin in the backseat of my car. I got into the driver's seat and propped my head in my hands, putting my elbow on the steering wheel. A moan of pain slipped past my lips before I put on my black sunglasses and drove to school.
I got to school in thirteen minutes, surprisingly and I was praying I wouldn't get a ticket. I walked into Paradise Creek with all my stuff and there was no guard in the lobby to give me late pass. Wonderful!
I went straight to my locker and unpacked, hanging my violin on my back and taking my music folder, writing notebook, and Spanish textbook in my arm. And lastly, I took the bottle of Excedrin from my duffle and put it into my pencil case before shutting my locker and walking to orchestra.
As I walked in, the orchestra was in the middle of playing a piece for a concert and Alana was conducting. She stopped with her hands mid air to offer me a faint smile and a wave and went straight back to conducting. No one seemed to notice me except for Phoenix, Pyper, and Talon. I didn't acknowledge any of them as I went straight to my seat and put my head in my hands. The music immediately increased the throbbing in my head and my migraine only became worse. I felt Phoenix's eyes on me but I didn't feel like talking to him, and Ms. Rose seemed to notice my state of dying and spared me the extra pain to unpack and play with the rest of the class. What I did do though was pulled out my bottle of Excedrin and took three pills along with some water.
Yes, three.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Phoenix open his mouth to say something but he decided against it. And I knew exactly what he'd say.
'Adrianna, are you supposed to take three? Aren't you only supposed to take two? '
And then, me being me, I'd snap at him, and he'd go off and become a brooding bastard again. And I'd rather not even go there.
I didn't look at him, I didn't talk to him, I simply ignored him. And the tension, was very thick.
Most of the class consisted of me keeping my head in my hands in which my elbows were propped up on the textbooks in my lap. Not the most comfortable resting position, but it was better than facing the fucking bright lights y'know. The Excedrin did nothing in my favor, and I found it that towards the end of the period, my head was still pounding and throbbing, like a bitch! I was lost in myself it scared me really when someone was prying my hands away from my face gently. Ms. Rose.
Ms. Rose was in front of me, on her knees staring intently at me. Phoenix, Talon, and Pyper were all crowded around staring down at me as well.
"Adrianna, are you okay," Ms. Rose asked softly and I only groaned in response. I was completely exposed to the bright fluorescent lights and I'm pretty sure I was going to die.
"What's wrong?"
"I think the question is what's not wrong," I mumbled, "I had a sleep paralysis attack this morning, I barely slept last night, I think I'm dying because of my current migraine, and I can't sleep at night without closing my eyes and seeing images of things I've tried really hard to forget." My voice was barely audible and I was well on my way to falling asleep. That is, until the bell rang, signalling that we had three minutes to get to our next. Fuck! My eyes shot wide open and I stared down at the textbook, notebook, and folder I had in my hand along with my pencil case and book I walked around with this week to read. It was Lucky Blue Smith's autobiography, Stay Golden.
"I have to get to class," I muttered quietly. I got up and put my instrument in the closet, and then walked back out, grabbing my books and then making my way out the orchestra doors. I stopped at the threshold, turning back to face the four other beings in the room.
My eyes met with Ms. Rose's, "Thank you, for not making me unpack and then also checking up on me," my voice faint. She smiled a small smile and replied saying 'no problem, don't worry.'
My eyes met his for the first time since I walked out of the surfshoppe on Sunday. His teal eyes were cold and emotionless and I really felt the urge to slap the hell out of him. Maybe when I'm drunk and I've knocked back a shot of jäger.
"Shall we," I arched an eyebrow at three of them, but never breaking my gaze away from him and grinning crookedly.
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Instead of going to Creative Writing class, we headed straight for the gym. I knew what we were about to do, but I was in no shape to dance. Or sing for that matter.
The four of us walked down the halls, not second glancing anyone walking past us, and we met up with Marlowe, Judah, and Blake in the gym. They already looked like they changed and Talon went straight for the locker rooms to change as well. Phoenix didn't however and I could feel him burning holes at the back of my head. I dropped my books on the floor at my feet and stood up again. I felt his eyes following my every move.
Lovely to know you like watching me. Can I help with anything?, a voice in my head sarcastically snapped at him.
Is that weird? I literally felt his eyes on me without even looking at him.
I continued to ignore him and Judah walked up to me.
"Well hello, beautiful, don't you just look like a ray of goddamn sunshine?" He feigned enthusiasm. I smiled and just looked at my sneakers, shaking my head. Before I could even look back up, I was pulled in his embrace and he was running his fingers soothingly through my very messy hair.
"You alright, preciosa?"
"Mhmn," was all that came from me and I felt his body rack as he laughed silently.
"I think I'm dying Judah," I whispered, closing my eyes and burying my head into his neck.
"You don't have to dance or anything today y'know," he whispered back.
"I wasn't planning on it," I whispered and sighed.
"Why'd you come to school Adrianna? Honestly, you shouldn't have to do anything today, you look miserable. You don't even look like you'll end the day alive," he said in a low voice, low enough so that only I'd hear.
"I-I don't know, Judah. I couldn't just not come in today," I answered in the same low tone, "But thank you, your compliment really helped me feel better," my voice became sarcastic.
"Honey what," he let out a laugh, "I wasn't trying to make you feel better. My apologies if the truth hurts," I could hear he was really trying to hold back his full laughter.
"Judah, you're an ass," I whine and pull away from him, a frown etched on my face. He taps my nose like I'm a doll and just burst out laughing. My frown deepens and I just stare at him. I couldn't, however, not laugh as Judah stopped laughing and spoke.
"Well, I know I have a nice ass, darling, but let's keep it our secret," he winks and not just me, but all of us burst into fits of laughter. I was so lost in the happiness I felt at that moment, I didn't even realize Judah pulled my hand and twirled me around. I laughed even harder and it was like all my worries and stress I had, had disappeared.
That is, until my eyes involuntarily landed on Phoenix's and I saw how angry he looked. His nostrils flared and his eyes were a darker shade of teal; he looked very angry. Actually, he looked like he was seconds away from ripping Judah apart. I pulled out of Judah's hold - because I can't lie, Phoenix was pretty intimidating - and and I walked over to Pyper.
"Hit me with your best outfit," I smirk and she pulls me by arm into the locker rooms.
f i f t e e n m i n u t e s l a t e r
We stepped out the room together, Pyper had on a black frilly bikini, a navy blue bralette from Gilly Hicks, and a red flannel around her waist. And she had on a snapback that said '24/7.' I was dressed in jeans short shorts, a gray bralette by Aéro, and a denim blue flannel over the bralette, unbuttoned. Pyper had on a pair of maroon vans while I had on all white converse.
Talon was already set up in his DJ booth in the middle of the gym and all the guys were already dressed and ready to get it on. And students were already rushing into the gym, getting seats either on the first riser of the bleachers or the very top riser of the bleacher.
I took my spot against the back wall, behind Talon's booth and just observed. I wasn't exactly hiding - who am I kidding? Everyone in the crowd could see me from where I was standing. But it didn't matter, there was no way I was singing or dancing with this brooding headache. My eyes involuntarily drifted to Phoenix, again, and I really couldn't blame all the girls who has sexual fantasies about him. He was dressed in white harem joggers, white air force ones, and a simple white v-neck t-shirt.
Talon started off the crowd playing Two Feet's "Go Fuck Yourself." I wanted to laugh at his choice, but my mind went blank as Phoenix and Blake took the floor. The two brothers moved, their movements in sync and they had the crowd going wild. Especially the girls. You could see them all swooning for one brother or the other, and them? Well they knew they had all eyes on them. And they just smiled broadly, never stopping their number.
«««»»»
Talon had a good set today, it featured Two Feet, Yellow Claw, G-Eazy. Gryffin, and a whole lot of Galantis.
We were at lunch now, and that was the topic of our current conversation. But with every fiber within me, I just could not seem to get remotely interested or pitch in my thoughts. I just feel so empty and detached. My thoughts were wandering elsewhere and I was just pushing the pasta around on my plate with my fork. My goddamn headache won't leave! And to make things even better, Phoenix was sitting right next to me.
Everyone was so engaged in the conversation of what seemed to be about everything and anything that none of them noticed when Blake called out my name softly. He was staring at, and when our eyes locked with each other, his were so clear and full of meaning, I felt as if he was reading into my soul. We need to talk, is what he mouthed to me, silently nodding to the trail that led to Indie Park - the park that was connected to our school. It had everything, a lake, a walking/running trail circling around that was 1.5 miles one time around and it was famous for its drive-in movies they'd have playing on Friday or Saturday nights. I nodded my head in return and gathered my notebooks and textbooks along with my pencil case. I put that in my right arm and grabbed my tray with my left hand and got up from the table. I threw it away in the nearby trash can and walked back to the table to Blake. He was already ready. As we were turning to walk away, my eyes fell on Phoenix still sitting at the table with our friends. He was no longer interested in what they had to say, but he gave all his attention to Blake and I. Well specifically me but you know. Now, I don't want to delude myself even though I'm pretty delusional 24/7, but I could have swore a look of hurt and envy flashed through his eyes and then they disappeared the following second. I knew better than to ask him about it and I just turned on my heal along with Blake as we went our way to Indie Park. His hand went around my shoulder and I leaned into him, already feeling the tears burn and brim my eyes. And if I'm not deluding myself, and Phoenix is jealous, if he can't see that Blake means all well and is just being a best friend to me, well then to hell he can go.
As we stepped over the threshold that separated Paradise Creek and Indie Park, Blake spoke,
"You, my dear, have a lot to tell me."
And I knew, from there, this would be a long talk.
———
"Okay, wait, so what exactly caused the attack in my brother's room," Blake asked, looking at me skeptically.
We had found a bench overlooking the calm lake and that's where Blake decided we should sit and talk. And so here we were.
I felt my face grow hot and there was no doubt a pink tint on my cheeks.
"Oh my god, did he fuck you already?" Blake asked rather loudly with wide eyes.
My eyes too, widened and I stared at him in disbelief.
"Absolutely not!" But my pink cheeks said otherwise.
"But there was some action wasn't there?" He winked and smirked.
"N-no!" Traitor!
"Ooo, do spill the beans honey," he grinned like a loon.
"I hate you," I scowl before continuing.
"Well, I don't remember clearly, but he had me against his door, and he was on me. He was kissing me? I think, and he was just- things just took a very sexual turn. But then I immediately started feeling overwhelmed with feelings and before you know it, I just fainted," my voice was relaxed and quiet as I spoke. It bothered me that I couldn't remember for the life of me what exactly happened.
"Wait," he narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean you don't remember clearly?"
"I don't remember clearly. Simple as that. Whenever I have these attacks where I faint, I barely remember events leading up to it. All I can ever really recall is falling down and seeing black."
"And what happened in the kitchen when you were alone with Phoenix?
"Don't think I didn't hear the scream that came from your mouth," he pointed an accusing finger at me.
My eyes widened for a millisecond before I sighed and continued with the sad story that is my life.
"I had a nightmare," I state simply, "During the day," I cleared my throat.
"Well honestly, nothing happened between us and then all of a sudden I started feeling lightheaded again. So I went to sit on a stool by the counter. And I asked Phoenix for an Excedrin, or was it Advil? And then shortly after I dropped my head on the counter and fell asleep. And then I had these visions from the night my mom died. The car crash," and he nodded, letting me know I didn't need to continue with events from that day.
"A-and that scream you heard, was Phoenix pulling me out of that whole nightmare," I finished as he pulled me into his embrace, hugging me tightly. My voice was trembling was so were my fingers. No Sleep Club, yay.
I sniffled and spoke again, "Other than that, I had three nightmares in five days, a sleep paralysis attack, I haven't really been sleeping, and I've just been have a party by myself with migraines like everyday."
Blake let out a sigh, "I'll find a way to fix you somehow," he just hugged me tighter.
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a f t e r s c h o o l
"I'm gonna fracking kill someone," I mutter under my breath as I slam my locker shut, glaring at the duffle bag in my hand. I have fucking XC. I have fucking XC. I have to go to fucking XC, I chanted over and over in my head angrily.
Coach Pietr sent the team a text through Remind saying to get changed and to be at Emerald State for 3:15. I had about thirty five minutes.
The locker room was mess, girls were running everywhere and they were all screaming instead of talking normally. Cassidy offered me a drive to Emerald State and I took her up on it.
I was lacing up my trainers when a girl with wild pink hair ran up to with anxiousness written all over her face.
"Hello Pyper Worthington!" I exclaim and then wince from the pain of my headache.
"Adrianna, you love me right?" She smiled nervously.
"What do you need ma'am?" I didn't even bother answering her question.
"I hitched a ride with Phoenix earlier, so I don't have my car and now the guys have practice, and my practice ends earlier than there's and I'm not waiting them-"
"And you want my car?" I finish and she nods frantically. I pulled out my keys from my book bag and hand it to her.
"Do not lose it, ruin it, break it, or scratch it."
"Honey how can one lose a car," she snorts.
"Honey try parking in a mall's lot on Black Friday and ask me again," I stare at her blankly.
"Oh whatever, thank you so much, I love you," she throws her arms around me and pulls away quickly running off as another girl yells that kickline is meeting outside.
———
Five fucking miles. Five. Five!
That is the number of miles my lovely coaches made me run today. I really didn't want to because now my headache increased by a tenth fold and I really felt like I was dying. But one, I showed up to practice, it would look bad if I didn't run, and two, it was the first day, if I objected to running the coaches would be suspicious.
I was waiting as Cassidy as I drank like a starved animal from my water bottle and once we caught up with me, we walked, more like limped, to the parking lot. Though I was partially dying, I can't lie, it was pretty good practice. I had kept my shape and stayed fit, and me and Cassidy seemed to run the same distance and speed. We only took 4.17 to run a mile.
Walking into the parking lot, I was genuinely surprised to see someone I hadn't expected.
"Get in, étoile filante," he yelled from inside the car with excitement in his voice. I looked over at Cassidy offering a sheepish smile and a 'sorry.' She, however, didn't care as she winked at me and pushed me in his direction.
I was surprised yea, but I was also really confused. What the hell was he doing here? I got in his sleek black convertible and threw my book bag and duffle in the backseat.
"Phoenix," I smile softly and turn to him. And there goes all my thoughts and plans to ignore him and hate him.
"Hey beautiful," he replied in the same soft voice smiling.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised evident in my tone.
As he drove off out of Emerald State's parking lot, he chuckled, "Is it so wrong to just come and pick you up after your practice?"
"But-"
"And after what seemed like a long day for you?" He slightly turned his head, glancing at me and raising his perfect brow.
"I'm okay," I muttered in a small voice, "Thank you Phoenix," I said with a clearer and very sincere tone. He gave me a smile showcasing his white pearls before he started playing with the buttons of his car, finding music to play. I whipped out my phone from my pocket and sent Pyper a text asking if she told Phoenix to pick me up or if she said anything about having my car. Don't get me wrong, I love that he picked me up. But didn't Pyper say he had practice too? I hope she didn't force him to pick me up.
Phoenix finally settled gave up with finding music through the radio and once we hit a stoplight, he pulled out his phone and connected it to his car's bluetooth. Seconds later, Compass by The Neighbourhood filled the air. I smiled, more like grinned, like a lunatic on crack and started softly humming the words to the song. And out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a beautiful smile on Phoenix's face. And goddamn was it beautiful.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling into the Worthington's driveway, and I saw that my car was the only one there. Where the hell?
We stepped out of his car at the same time and I walked behind him to the front door. He opened the door and we found Pyper sprawled on the living room couch watching The Vampire Diaries with a look crossed between anger and sadness. And she had the t.v playing so loud I was sure she didn't even hear us come in.
"Ay, sis, get your lazy arse off the couch and do something productive, will you?" Phoenix's voice echoed throughout the mansion and I threw my head back laughing when she let out a piercing scream and tumbled off the couch.
"Oh fuck you Phoenix," she whined, getting up and both Phoenix and I just stood rooted in our places stifling our laughs. She, in return, just glared at us before she gave me a look and pointed upstairs. Her room I guess.
———
"Why'd you ask if I ask Phoenix to pick you up?" She asked as soon as we entered her room.
"Because he came and picked me up, I thought you sent him since you had my car?"
She slowly shook her, "I hadn't even talked with him since our last class."
I just stared at her, completely blanking out, my mind wandering everywhere and anywhere that wasn't here.
That was, until my phone went off in my hand.
From: king hunter 🏹👑
hey adri, wanna meet up and grab a bite on south beach strip ? we need to talk
I didn't have anything else to do. And I really didn't want to start homework. Looks like I have a clear schedule.
To: king hunter 🏹👑
i dunno, did you make reservations with ms. vasiliev ?
From: king hunter 🏹👑
bitch i'm your best friend, i don't need reservations. i get appointments by default.
To: king hunter 🏹👑
that is quite true. but ms. vasiliev is quite busy today you know. she's on a tight schedule.
From: king hunter 🏹👑
adrianna ellington vasiliev, i will actually fight you.
To: king hunter 🏹👑
bitch if you fight me, which i dunno how you plan to do so cause i can kick your ass, how the hell are you gonna meet with me
From: king hunter 🏹👑
adriiiiiiii pleaseee iss yo bes fren. don't you miss me ?
:(
To: king hunter 🏹👑
i dunno. do i ?
To: king hunter 🏹👑
juss kidding, give me half an hour yea ? i just had xc so i'm gonna run in the shower
I put my phone down on Pyper's dresser and looked over to her. She was just as infatuated with her phone as I was with mine.
"Who're you talking you darling," I said in a sing-song voice.
"Does his last name sound somewhat like my favourite store," I continued, smirking this time.
"Pier One, hm, Pier, oh yes, Piers!"
Her head snapped up to meet mine, wide eyed, jaw ajar and my smirk just grew.
"Hello darling," I wave enthusiastically and she didn't respond.
"Oh please, I know everything," I scoff before grabbing my duffle bag and pulled out an outfit I kept packed in there.
"Adri, okay, you can't say anything, please," her voice quiet, "Especially to Phoenix."
Now it was my turn to stare at her wide eyed.
"You and Talon are dating," I whisper-yell.
"No," she replied in the same tone, "Of course not!"
"But you guys like each other, no?"
Her cheeks flamed vermilion and I really couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, well, y'all have fun, use protection, and I'm going to shower. I got a date with my best friend in 30—" I looked at the clock, "Fuck! No, I have a date with my best friend in 23 minutes, shit! I'm gonna use your shower, adios hoe!"
———
I had 10 minutes to get to the coffee shop Hunter texted me the address of. Today is just not my day is it.
I ran down the stairs, duffle bag over my shoulder, and grabbing my backpack off the ground. Phoenix was sprawled on the sofa, watching a soccer game and it was so sad I didn't have time to admire him in the moment. Shaking my head! Why must time always be against me? I shook my head, and turned around.
Just, just, as I snatched my car keys from the palette on the table near the front door, I heard his voice behind me.
"Where you off to Adrianna?"
My hand turned the knob of the front door as I turned my head slightly to look at him.
"Igoadatewithmybestfriend!" Rushed out of my mouth as I rushed out of the door.
———
I was going from 88 miles per hour to 91. Oh yes, I'm a wild driver.
And reckless too, to be honest, my inner voice channeled in.
I had two minutes to get the damn coffee shop and I knew if I was a minute later Hunter Bazzi would be on my ass.
One minute left and I was parking in front of the shop. How fucking convenient! No sarcasm intended.
• • •
My talk with Hunter went much like the talk Blake and I had earlier. I told him about what went down in Phoenix's room, and the kitchen to my recent parties, my migraines, nightmares, paralysis attacks and the sorts. Hunter looked like he wanted to cry at the end. He's s'precious aw.
We were sitting in some coffee shop, 's u p e r n o v a.' It was cute and dainty, definitely an oldie though. And I loved it. Booths lined either side of the shop, and the middle was an empty dance floor. And against the back wall was a counter with bar stools lined up and the register. Lastly of course, there was a jukebox in the corner of the shop. Talk about being in love right now.
We were just talking about xc now, but it mostly consisted of my complaining and Hunter stifling his laughs. We talked about everything, and he even got me to spill the milk on my most recent adventures with Phoenix when his phone rang.
"Hunt-
"Yes?"
"Fuck!" He yelled out, though it wasn't really audible because of the Guns N' Roses blasting through the jukebox.
"I'll be right there," he gritted out.
He hung up the phone and sighed, "I'm sorry, Adri, but I gotta go take care of a last second deal."
I shook my head, "Don't apologize, I totally understand. But, I'll be honest. If I were in the office, I'd have three rules.
"One, don't break my rules.
Two, do not call off a deal 24 hours before we're about to sign it off.
And three, break my rules and I'll break your face in one way another; either you go bankrupt, or your company is mine," I said with a shrug, holding up my unpainted fingernails and examining them.
"There's really only one rule there, smartass," he said flatly.
"Three, one, same difference, dumbass," I shot back.
"Oh my god, you are incorrigible!" He yelled in frustration, yet I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"I seriously don't know why you're not in the office, you're the perfect heiress," he said with a soft smile, and I looked at him, knowing he had something else to say.
"And we'd be a sexy pair in the business world," he grinned like there was nothing else the world for him.
"You know that's not happening," I laughed unbelievably.
"You don't know that," he retorted.
"I-
"Wait, don't you have someplace to be idiot?"
He looked at the watch on his hand, "Oh fricken flipping shit! Bye Adri, love you!" He yelled as he ran out the shop and I giggled. I got up as well, leaving a fifty on the table and walking out the store.
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"But I always get your jersey the fuck?!"
Her voice was a loud screech, and unbelief was evident in her tone.
"But there's someone else I want to give it to this time," came his calm and soundingly irritated answer.
"I cannot fucking believe this Phoenix. I'm your sister for god's sakes, and for the past-
"We're in 12th, you've been playing for five years.
"For the past five years, I always got your gold jersey! Who in hell could possibly replace me this year?"
"Goddammit, calm down Pyper," he yelled in frustration, "There-there's just someone else this year."
"You're a fucking asshole dammit," Pyper's voice dropped low, it was almost inaudible.
"Actually, this is a good thing," Talon's voice, "I can finally give you mine without Phoenix putting up a fight.
"I've wanted you to have mine for a few years now, but your asshole of a brother always beat me to it. Pyper, will you please be my lucky charm this year?" I walked in as he said that and you could clearly see the love shining in his eyes. Pyper looked at him, her eyes filled with love as well, and her cheeks tinted pink. And of course, she couldn't help the smile that slowly etched its way onto her face. Blake and Marlowe seemed to notice this too as they had a shadow of a smile on their faces watching Pyper and Talon. Phoenix, however, seemed absolutely oblivious whatsoever as he watched the exchange and Judah just seemed completely out of it.
"I'd love to be wearing your jersey this year," she exclaimed, throwing her hands around his neck. He immediately responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. They pulled away and she took the gold jersey from his hand; it said Piers' Girl, number 11.
"Piers's Girl, huh." Pyper said, teasingly.
"I always give my jersey to a girl, and I was seriously just hoping luck would be in my favors this year," Talon said quietly and you could see his cheeks a bit pink; Pyper, however, didn't seem to notice as she had on the biggest smile ever.
Pyper turned around to face Phoenix and she grinned obnoxiously, "Bitch bye, I don't need your jersey, suck my dick."
"Didn't know you had one," her brother mumbled.
"Hey guys," I interrupted before Pyper killed him.
All their heads snapped in my direction and they all smiled.
"Where'd you disappear off to, love?" Phoenix questioned.
"I grabbed a small bite with my best friend, Hunter. Sorry I rushed off earlier, if I was late, he'd be on my ass," I rolled my eyes and smiled. My eyes locked with Phoenix's and I could have sworn I saw jealously pass through his eyes. I seem to see a lot of things pass through his eyes, maybe I'm really deluding myself.
I really lost myself in my thoughts because the next thing I know, Phoenix is standing in front of me, smiling a shy smile.
"Basically, every year, the guys on the soccer and football team get two jerseys — their playing one, a wine colour, and another jersey, a gold colour. And I wanted you to wear my gold one," he said with a pink tint to his cheeks. Is Phoenix Worthington blushing?
"And what he's forgetting to mention is that the gold jersey is the jersey us players give to someone we love or just someone we believe to be our lucky charm and we want that person to come to our games and just be there as like a "lucky" talisman," Blake stated, grinning obnoxiously. Phoenix wanted me to be his lucky charm? He chose me over Pyper?
Phoenix groaned and looked down at his feet, "Why did God put with me with such difficult people?" It was a rhetorical question but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Aw Phoenix.
"I'd love to be the one wearing your jersey at your matches," I smiled softly and his head snapped up and our eyes met.
"You're for real," he asked in disbelief. As if I'd be joking about this!
You're so in love, that stupid voice spoke up in my head.
Just shut the hell up, I retort back.
Well, you've already fallen deeply, there's no getting back up, can my conscious get any more irritating.
"Adrianna?"
I shook my head slightly, snapping out of whatever that was and I looked up at Phoenix so our eyes locked with each others once again. And he is literally towering over me, that is absolutely unfair.
"Yes, Phoenix, I'm for real," I answer and almost laugh at the look on his face.
A beautiful smile broke out on his face and his handed me his jersey. The back had written on it, P. A. Worthington, and the number 5. And goddamn, I felt like I was the lucky one.
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It was nine o' clock now and we were all settling on the sofas and beanbags of the living room. We had Chinese take out in front of us and We Are Your Friends featuring my boyfriend Zac Efron was about to start.
I was sitting next to Phoenix and I felt Judah's glare on us but I couldn't care less. Get over yourself, is what I wanted to yell at him but I was stopped as Marlowe turned off all the lights and literally jumped into the seat next to me on the sofa, pressing play for the most, and almost making me drop my food. Unbelievable! And he didn't seem to care either. My precious food, my subconscious frowned.
•••
We're halfway into the movie and all our plates are scattered on the table in the middle of us. Pyper was literally on top of Talon, and I'm just stating that as being the most casual thing ever. Cause it is, isn't it? And both Phoenix and Blake seemed oblivious to this whatsoever.
But I didn't really have half the mind to worry about Pyper and Talon as only god knows how I ended up on Phoenix's lap. I was sitting quite comfortably on his lap and his arms were wrapped around my waist loosely. His head rested on my shoulder and I felt his warm breath on my neck and shoulder but he wasn't paying any mind attention to me as he seemed absolutely intrigued in the movie. Instinctively, my hands just rested on his and I just leaned back into his embrace.
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+via the vampire diaries
love is so damn fickle.
true love prevails,
the universe be damned
«author's note»
hello ! i took forever to update i know. but with school on, i don't like rushing and i only want to give gold skies my full attention. i'll try to update more often :) and i can't wait for upcoming chapters !
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