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I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat  And he is screaming and crying for help  And maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him  Then it ever did protecting myself  And I believe that yeah, dad, maybe no one is perfect  But I believe that you are pushing your luck

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          PERFECTLY MANICURED HANDS laced with short pink hair as Lola let out a long sigh. She could tell that she made absolutely no sense, but she didn’t have any other way to explain it. Winston had actually manipulated her to the point where she didn’t even know what happened. That whole spur of clarity fogged up again when Hunter started talking again, causing Lola a great deal of frustration. “How am I supposed to stop something that I didn’t even know was gonna happen??” She asked with a voice that was a mixture of confusion and anger. It was like everyone thought that she knew it was going to happen, or that she had complete control over the situation. Hell, it’s her first year in high school and she’s already being labled as a homewrecker.. “Try to talk to her?? She literally goes out of her way to avoid me in the halls, like I’m some stupid girl who.. kissed her boyfriend.” Lola sighs again, leaning against the back of the couch and resting her head on her arm. “I didn’t mean for any of it to happen, she has to know that.. H-How can she pick someone she just met last year over someone who’s been her best friend her ENTIRE life??” She was starting to stutter, which was NOT a good sign. When Lola started to stutter, that normally meant that she was about to cry – the lump in her throat hindering her ability to speak normally. “Ugh,” her voice cracks, which she covers by a cough, “I h-hate him, it’s like he d-did this on purpose!!”

          HUNTER WATCHED CLOSELY, seeing just how broken up about all of this she was. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing. Even when Frankie came to him upset about something, he had no idea how to react. He wasn’t good at comforting people, but at least it was somewhat easier when it was his sister and best friend. This was Lola -- someone he barely knew ( at least not anymore ). “I don’t know the answer..” he said admittedly, never having been in any love quarrels himself. He hadn’t even kissed a girl, let alone gotten in trouble for a misguided kiss. He wanted to tell her that was exactly who she was, but he didn’t want to make it worse. “Then don’t be that girl,” he told her, sitting up a bit as he stared back at her. “Don’t be the girl who kissed her boyfriend. Be the girl her boyfriend kissed, who wanted nothing to do with him in the first place,” he advised, shrugging his shoulders loosely. “If you stop worrying that you kissed him, then maybe people will start seeing that it wasn’t your fault.” It was the best he could offer, at least for now. “Because she really liked him.. for whatever reason,” he said, rolling his eyes. Clearly he wasn’t Winston’s biggest fan, but he had to listen to Frankie swoon over him countless times. “She just doesn’t want to believe that someone could do that to her, so it’s easier to blame you. It’s stupid, but..” he trailed off, again, at a loss of what to say. As he heard her voice falter, he knew what was coming, and he cringed slightly. He wasn’t good with tears. Hesitantly, Hunter placed his hand on Lola’s back, doing his best to comfort her in whatever way he could. “I’ll talk to her,” he offered finally, still a bit unsure why he would help Lola, of all people.

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“Sure, sure! They both sound great! Let’s do it! What usually happens in these games, though?”

“Uh.. I’ll let you find out for yourself. No promises you’ll like it.”

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“Because you keep asking. Sure, why not? What are they about?”

“Mostly RPG games, that’s usually what I prefer. Sometimes first person shooter games. You sure you’re in?’

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“I don’t act any way. I just keep to myself. That makes me mysterious? Yeah.. you did. I don’t know, but I know that being in a relationship isn’t everything.”

“Just the way you act may make people think that. Or so I’ve heard. Oh, um… Did I say that? Name one way then.”

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“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you keep saying. Wait, you want to play my video games? Are you sure?”

“Because your dad says so, and he’s my boss so I have to listen to him. See, that sounds like fun. Maybe we can all play some video games together, then?”

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         HUNTER’S EYES WIDENED IN SHOCK,  not necessarily because he didn’t believe it, but because he was surprised she actually said it out loud. It stung a little, even if he really had no interest in kissing anyone at the moment, to think that no one wanted to go near him? He clenched his jaw, “Yeah. You’re right,” he said sharply, rolling his eyes as he let her continue anyway. He couldn’t be too upset about her words if they were true, right? Listening to her, he couldn’t deny how confused he was by HER confusion, but he let her speak anyway. “What if?” he repeated, shaking his head aimlessly in confusion. “You either did or you didn’t.” He was sure he said that line already, but it was what she needed to hear. “If you pulled away, then I guess that’s good. And I don’t think it matters if you liked it or not, it matters if you let it happen.. or made it happen..” he shrugged his shoulders, staring up at her. She looked so vulnerable and on edge right now; it made him uncomfortable because he actually felt sorry for her, and he didn’t want to feel that given who she was. Again, he squinted his eyes, shaking his head and waving his hands in front of her. “Stop that, no. Have you tried to talk to her? I think you just need to confront her. Tell her it was a mistake, that you didn’t do it.. Right now it’s just easier for her to blame you because you’re not her stupid boyfriend. She probably doesn’t want to believe he could do something so stupid.” He stopped, opening his mouth to speak before he could think of what to say, exactly. “I mean, not that kissing you is stupid--” he said, trying to cover up his tracks. “But cheating on Franks is.”

          LOLA KNEW THIS WAS A MISTAKE. Her cheerleader mentality overcame her and she began to think some things that even she thought were out of line. ‘Of course you would think that, I mean who would want to kiss you??’ Lola pouted, avoiding the little devil on her shoulder. It was only now that she realized how far she fell to the social criteria of a typical cheerleader, and she felt unusually disturbed by it. Fortunately, disregarding the cheerleader persona made something about the entire thing slightly clearer; this was not her fault. She pulled away, Lola pulled away from the kiss. That had to be saying something, right?? Lola listened to Hunter, sitting on the couch cross-legged and facing him, something she and Frankie used to do whenever they wanted to hang out with Hunter or if he was sad, but in this case, she was the sad one.. “But what if I pulled away??” She asks, tilting her head to the side and biting her lip. “Like, I remember pulling away as soon as I realized what happened, and that has to be saying something good in my favor, right?? Like, if I liked it I wouldn’t have pulled away, right??” She was starting to get her hopes up, as if that one fact was going to fix EVERYTHING for her. “And it’s not like I ever did it again, oh god, what if Frankie thought me auditioning for Ella was me trying to get with Winston??” She gasped, her mood dropping again.

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“I’m mysterious? It’s not like I’m hiding anything.  You like that? Uh, I don’t know. I think there are more ways to feel that without having a boyfriend.”

“Well maybe that’s why some people find you mysterious. I like that. Yeah, unless they aren’t into guys. Girls like to feel…wanted.” 

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“Why? Uh, video games. Virtual games are much more fun than board games.”

“You have to be with us, though. Fine. What’s your idea of fun, then?”

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“Yeah, well I’m not every guy. I don’t care about that stuff. What, every girl wants a boyfriend?” 

“You’ve got to be kidding, right? Every guy wants a girlfriend. Just like every girl wants a boyfriend.”

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“..Not for me. You and Frankie can do that, I’ll stay out of your way.”

“I’m sure you’re right, but Monopoly and fashion shows can always be fun no matter how old you get! Trust me, I know.”

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“What? I don’t want a girlfriend -- and I don’t need one. It’s none of your concern anyway.”

“Oh, well. It’s something every boy has to deal with. How will you ever get a girlfriend if you don’t get used to it?”

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         HUNTER WATCHED CLOSELY as Lola adapted to being inside the Hollingsworth household once again. He himself had never really invited any friends over, so the fact that this girl was here for him was strange enough. Hunter was never the biggest fan of Winston, maybe because he was always jealous of the way Miles got along with someone outside of the family so well, and he himself didn’t quite understand it. His distaste towards him only grew when he started dating his sister, and now his feelings for him were at an all time low. He and Frankie might not be as close as they used to be, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to protect her. Scrunching up his face, he didn’t understand how the girl couldn’t know. Of course he wouldn’t know -- he hadn’t kissed a girl at all, so the idea that it was a big blur? Not comprehendible for him. “I think you should know what happened.. if you didn’t have a reason to kiss him, then I’m sure you didn’t do it?” he offered, doing his best to help the girl out. Again, he was drawing blanks, no idea what to say. Sighing, he nodded her over, “C’mon,” he said, leading her to the couch and offering her a place to sit as he sat on one side. “No, not with Franks. When someone you love does something bad, you don’t really want to believe it,” he said -- speaking for himself in his current situation, even if he didn’t realize it. “-- So they blame someone else.” With him, he had been blaming Miles for putting his dad in the position -- even if deep down, he knew it was wrong. “Maybe you should give her a reason, yenno. Like why you wouldn’t want to kiss him.” 

          WHILE IT HAD ONLY BEEN A LITTLE over a week since she told Frankie, Lola still felt some of the weight lifted off her shoulders by walking into the Hollingsworth mansion. She felt comforted by the fact that Hunter didn’t seem to be mad at her like Frankie was, but then again she never gave Hunter a reason for that. Winston wasn’t Hunter’s boyfriend, and from the sounds of it, he wasn’t too enthused by him either. Lola sighs, turning to face Hunter again, as if the question about who did it triggered her in a way not even she knew. “I don’t know.” She mumbles, shrugging and dropping her bag at her feet. “I think he kissed me, but everyone thinks I kissed him and even he’s saying I did it and I don’t get it..” She crosses her arms, looking down at the ground and shuffling her feet against the hard floor. “No, no Winston kissed me, because I remember that I pulled away right away. But then–It was all such a blur. I don’t know. I didn’t mean for it to happen, I don’t even know WHAT happened.” Her dialogue was scattered all over the place, as well as the thoughts in her mind. It was actually giving her a headache to remember what happened in that two-seconds that their lips were connected. “I thought if I told Frankie myself that she wouldn’t be as mad. That’s how it normally works, right??”