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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Best Friend's Girl

Best Friend's Girl

TW: Smut, cheating, language. Fluffy also intense first time sex with vulgarity of quelling and praise kink ;)

Word Count: 2100

You had been dating Topper this last summer. In contrast to your past, he was everything a good girl like you deserved. He pulled open car doors and convinced your parents he adored you, which he did, all while making you question if they preferred him over you. He even brought you a flower every week to commemorate those you were together as boyfriend and girlfriend.

But being entangled in the handsome Thornton also meant you were subjected to those within his life. Among them was his mother, who was perpetually over eager to correct you. And then there were his friends. Kelce was easygoing, if not a bit of a negligent guy who followed more behind his friends than leading any life of his own. But then there was Rafe…

The eldest Cameron sibling was six foot two, blue eyed, and got under your skin like nobody else could or ever would again. This was because he tormented you with silence.

It began the night you met with scoffs and comments to others in regards to how you were too 'pure' and ‘boring’ for Topper. But just as you knew Rafe's reputation for being gluttonous in everything from drugs to girls, he knew yours for your chastity, grace, and polite quietude unless spoken to or otherwise provoked.

Which he did.

Constantly.

But the moments became more direct towards the end of the summer. This came in the form of his eyes following you shamelessly around as you dressed scantily in a bikini, hung over your boyfriend with the intent to annoy him, to even something as innocuous as reaching popcorn on the top shelf, only to turn and see his eyes raise, which exposed him for having been shamelessly staring at your ass. And the most aggravating detail was brazen in his smirk in knowing he had been caught.

"I've been thinking-"

You quickly gasped, raising your hand to your chest as if simulating a heart attack.

"Must be a strange feeling for you..." You teased, carrying your bare feet across the cold tile before coming to the cabinet harboring the bowls. Pulling one down, you felt a collision in the form of his frame.

"Rafe-" You spoke in frustration before watching him pin one arm on either side of you until you were at his will.

"You think you're cute, don't you? Think you can say whatever you want and get away with it?" He slowly shook his head in disapproval.

"Top needs to keep you in check. MY girl wouldn't get away with the shit you do-"

You scoffed at his misogynistic and anti-feministic response as he continued.

"If you walked around in front of MY friends with your poor excuse of a swimsuit, I'd rip it off of you with my teeth, bend you over the closest surface, and make you cum over it so you thought of what I'd do the next time you tried to dress like that-" Your lips parted to object, but his words emerged swifter than anything you could accumulate.

"Or...I'd leave handprints on your ass so everyone knew you could be looked at..." His hand collected your chin, surprising you with his kindness, as he leaned closer.

"But only I could touch you-" You became lost in his eyes for a moment, your body betraying you against the way their cool blue irises left a false sense of security compared to his words. You knew if you allowed his words to be made a reality, even for a minute, that you would loathe yourself beyond what you could handle.

But that was the final reason you hated Rafe....because of just how badly you actually desired him.

"Trouble finding it babe?" Topper called from the living room as this prompted enough of a reality check to push Rafe off of you. But you fumbled to pour the contents of the pre popped kennels into the bowl, clearly affected by his words, as he chuckled at you.

"No-I-I've got it-" You offered an answer back, pushing beyond your flustered body while feeling him watch you in amusement.

"Shit...He REALLY needs to do right by you-" Your eyes rose to him in a glare.

"He is!" You spoke in annoyance, mostly originating from his effect on you.

"No, sweetheart...because if he was REALLY taking care of you..." He moved back towards you, eyes sharpening, smirk widening, and breath temporarily stilled before speaking. "Then you wouldn't be so damn tense. He'd have you so damn satisfied, you'd feel high..."

"I'm-" Before you could iterate how Topper was everything Rafe wasn't, the reasons waiting on a list at the tip of your tongue, his hand was on your hip.

"Please." Your plea was weak, defining the detail behind it to act as consent as you did precious little to convince him otherwise.

"One finger-" The rush of his bare finger to your equally naked pussy sent your expression to lift in disbelief. Not only had Topper never touched you, nobody had-at least not like Rafe was now.

The thickness of his forefinger in the added chill of his signet ring acted as a barrier to the depth in which he penetrated into you.

"Please don't-" But again, this wish was taken as he listened more to your body's response than to your words.

"Two fingers? Okay baby..." His middle finger slipped effortlessly inside of you, the pressure sending your fingers in a harsh grip to his plaid button shirt, now wrinkled by your hold.

"Anybody could see-"

"Okay, if you insist, here's three...." He ignored you once more, the stretch of his ring finger bringing you to imagine if this was how he would feel inside of you, pulling apart your virtue with the cock you craved when you were alone. You envisioned him in ways you shouldn't have, and yet, you were shameless in the darkness of your room. Every fantasy paling in comparison to how erotic this moment felt.

"So wet for me baby, making it so easy to make you feel good..." He explained through clenched teeth, your grip eating harshly into him, as he only seemed to find motivation beneath your clutch.

"But you gotta be quiet, because either way, I'm not stopping until you cum..." Your lips parted to the eroticism behind his words as he now carried his thumb to your clit.

"But I want to be the only one to see that pretty little face twist in pleasure..." His smile returned and manipulated his focus.

"Because of me!" He was adamant, fingers pumping and thumb circling as you buried your lips into his shoulder.

"I've seen the way you look at me...You've wanted this...and I want to give it to you-" He was relentless, abusing the untouched pussy weeping at his mercy.

"R-rafe..." You groaned into him, body beginning to tremble to signal a coming release.

"More...I need more.." You called beneath a whimper as he scoffed.

"You want my cock?" The way he was straight to the point made you even more eager as you nodded.

You wanted to lose your virginity when you were in love, possibly even with music or candles. At least, that is how you hoped and even imagined it would go. But at this moment, you didn't care. You wanted him to keep going. You NEEDED him to keep going.

"You've been such a good girl for me...You deserve to feel good..." You nodded in agreement as he turned you away from him.

"Want me to be the first in that tight little pussy?" His hand gripping your hair, lying you against his shoulder.

"Yes."

"Then you gotta be good and quiet for me...Then next time, I'll let you scream as loud as you want-"

"Next time?" You questioned turning to face him before feeling him bend you forward. He was almost immediately undressed from the waist down in seconds, his cock freed by his quickened motions. Without the need for further foreplay as you were nearly dripping down your own thighs, he teased your folds a handful of times before finally sliding in to you.

"I'll go slow-just to keep you quiet...just at first.." He groaned into your ear as you were frozen by the immense pain from his size bringing you to tears. To amend this, he brought pleasure via your clit.

"Almost all the way baby, keep relaxed for me...That's right...just like-" Sliding in an inch every few seconds, you took him entirely before feeling him release an agreeable exhale.

"That..." Your fingers clawed at the counter as he tightened his grip once again.

"This pussy..." His hand lowered from your neck.

"Is mine." Your lips pulled to breathe as his second hand wrapped over your lips.

"I know it's hard baby, but you gotta stay quiet...just until I cum...you wanna make me cum?" You nodded, willing to agree to anything as long as he continued. But on the cusp of this desperation, he used it to test your sensitivities by twisting your nipples between his fingers and returning to your clit, alternating as you rolled against him.

"So fucking tight...so good-all for me" He groaned once more, speaking low and gradual, as your body reacted in convulsions to his praise.

"Rafe! Rafe! Rafe!" You warned in quick succession, as your mouth pulled to a wide oval, your nails drawing blood to his hungry touch, and your breath erratic but quiet to refrain from being discovered.

"That's it...good girl...cum for me...let me be the first-"

"Oh god..." He devoted to your clit, flicking and squeezing its delicate and now fleeting virtue as the rush of an orgam sent you nearly limp.

And yet he didn't stop.

"Rafe-" You warned. "It's too much-"

"I know you can do it baby, so goddamn perfect for my cock...make me cum...come on baby...so good...so fucking good..." You clenched at the idea of continuing further-the stimulation making you whimper as he would then silence you with a kiss.

"Goddamn, Top is missing out-" The guilt when mentioning his name brought you to turn to face where your boyfriend remained, separated by a wall. All while you were being pinned and fucked by his best friend.

"Don't worry. You have me...I'll make you feel good baby. All day. Whenever you want-" He spoke in low, almost guttural, narrations that lessened your guilt and worsened your excitement.

"However you want...just-" He gripped your hips harshly. "Just so good for me...so fucking tight." You reclined back against him.

"Coming, babe?" Topper called.

"She's cuming!" Rafe responded, not caring to hide his mischief.

"Gotta cum baby or we're gonna get caught."

"Rafe-" He knew the tone in your voice was spoken in a coming rejection. Therefore, he sent you forward into a bow while he held you down via the back of your neck with one hand and continued his circles of overstimulation with your clit.

"Fuck...You're making me cum...SUCH a good pussy...good girl...MY pussy-MY girl..." He breathed behind you, thrusts turning sloppy as your body seemed to depart from you as a new wave of pleasure took over you completely. A sudden gush sent you to blush as he chuckled in how you soaked your own feet as well as his flip flops in your second and final release.

"Shit...." He turned you to him, his own release now mixed with yours.

"Please, no more..." You whined as he grinned.

"Not tonight. But from here on out, you are mine, yeah?" Drawing out these words, he quickly dressed from behind you as you sheepishly pulled up your clothes in the nick of time as Topper rounded the corner.

"What the hell is taking so long?" He questioned with his usual charming grin as you wondered if he could tell that Rafe was walking away with your virtue, still worn as evidence over his feet.

"You're right....something IS off,” He began as your heart nearly lept from your chest.

“Just can't quite put my finger on it..." Rafe held a handful of popcorn, using this as an illusion to suck what remained of you from his fingertips, locking eyes while licking his digits clean.

You swallowed hard.

You wondered how it had transpired so quickly-why you had allowed it to. You had Topper. Sweet, sensitive, even sensual Topper. But he wasn't what you truly wanted. What you wanted was passion.

The danger.

Even the uncertainty.

And you craved it.

More each day.

Each second.

Until you could have it again...

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bumblesimagines · 10 months

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Midnight Beach

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455

Can you tell I'm a John B anti yet?

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"As Kelce is making this turn on the course, I go flying out of the cart. I'm tellin' you, man, I was in the air for a full minute. I promise you. And then, all I see-" (Y/N) slowly tuned out Topper's voice, swirling around the cola and ice in his cup with his straw. He stared at the droplets sliding down the glass, mimicking the way raindrops slid down the railing beside them. He felt undeniably numb. The past week had been nothing but a fever dream he desperately wanted to escape. His ex returned from the dead, his closest friend had been arrested for the murder of Sherriff Peterkin, and Topper Thornton had become his newest ally. But that was OBX. Always full of surprises.

"Shit, wait... who's that talking to my grandpa?" (Y/N) blinked and looked up at Topper, shifting around in his seat to peer back at Judge Holden and the officer speaking to him with papers in hand. The chair scraped when Topper stood up from it and he walked over, beckoning (Y/N) with a flick of his wrist. (Y/N) took another sip of his drink and stood, following Topper over to the table where Judge Holden sat. Peeking over Topper's shoulder, he spotted what the papers were about.

An arrest warrant for Ward R. Cameron.

"What is this, Grandpa?" Topper asked but Judge Holden waved him off and took the phone the officer offered, speaking to whoever was on the other end. Judge Holden sighed heavily, ending the phone call and fishing out a pen from his pocket. In one swift movement, he signed off on the warrant and the officer dipped his head in thanks. (Y/N) turned and speedwalked back to their table, picking up his phone and dialing the phone Topper had given Sarah. He held it up to his ear and nibbled on his bottom lip, listening to it ring before she picked up.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Sarah, hey, I, uh... I'm with Topper and we just watched his grandpa sign off on a warrant for Ward's arrest. He's your dad and... I thought you would've wanted to know. They're going over to get him right now so if you want to say one last goodnight, now's your chance. I know if it were my dad... I'd want to see him one last time." (Y/N) spoke into the phone, hooking his finger around his car keys and taking out his wallet. He heard her let out a shaky breath whilst the Pogues whooped and hollered in the background, likely blissfully unaware of what the phone call was about.

"Thank you, (Y/N). T-This means a lot to me." The phone clicked and (Y/N) set some money down on the table, hurrying through the restaurant and practically bolting out the front doors. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard them open again and spotted Topper following him. (Y/N) unlocked his car and climbed inside, turning it on and waiting for Topper to settle in before reversing out and following the line of cop cars heading toward Figure Eight.

"You called Sarah, right?"

"Yeah, I let her know. She's definitely going over there. And- shit, Wheezie's there too." (Y/N) cursed, continuing to follow the cars until they arrived at the Cameron Residence. Patrol cars, SUVS, and unmarked black cars scattered the street and driveway of the mansion, officers scattered around. Some hurried into the mansion but most of them watched the dock. Among the cars, (Y/N) noticed the familiar nearly broken down van John B drove around. He flung off his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, heading onto the property and toward the dock. In the distance, at the end of the dock, stood the large white yacht otherwise known as the Druthers. He saw a faint figure standing on the deck, arms waving wildly and a familiar voice calling out to Shoupe. Ward Cameron. (Y/N) cursed again and hurried down the dock, seeing Sarah and her friends amongst the officers standing on the dock pleading with Ward.

Ward disappeared into the yacht and then, it felt as if all time stopped as the Druthers abruptly exploded into flames. Bits and pieces of the boat flew threw the air, littering the water and forcing the patrols on boats to halt. (Y/N)'s feet were heavy, keeping him planted on the dock. He brought a trembling hand to his gaped mouth, widened eyes searching the waters for any sign of the family patriarch. His eyes immediately flooded with ears and he staggered back, unable to find air as his chest constricted. Ward... Ward couldn't possibly be dead... No, (Y/N) had seen him standing on the deck just seconds prior. No, no, no-

Sarah's grief-stricken scream broke through the horrified silence and broke (Y/N) from his shock-induced trance. His head snapped in her direction, seeing her stumble forward, feet nearing the edge. Her arms desperately reached out toward the boat, sobs and wails escaping her as she called out for her father. (Y/N) wiped away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks and moved forward, pushing past officers until he reached the blonde. She crumbled to the ground the moment his hands made contact with her skin, forcing him to crouch down beside her and pull her into an embrace.

"Dad," Her body shook violently with each sob. "Dad, please... Dad, come back, please..."

"I'm so sorry." (Y/N) breathed into her ear and she wept harder, trembling arms wrapping around him. Her face buried into his chest, soaking his shirt in tears and snot. His hold tightened around her and he rubbed circles around her back, eyes trailing up to look at her boyfriend. John B stared at the wreck but unlike his shocked friends, he looked relieved. But no part of him moved to check on his sobbing girlfriend. His eyes refused to tear from the fire. (Y/N) pulled Sarah closer, scoffing in disbelief at the Pogue. His head craned to look at Topper, who stared at the wreck with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

"Topper!" (Y/N) called out to him, snapping the blonde out of his daze. "Go check on Wheezie and Rose!" He pleaded and Topper nodded, nearly stumbling over his feet in his rush to get back to the mansion before the little girl could step outside and see what the chaos was all about. (Y/N) cleared his throat and sniffled, taking a moment to gather himself before he pulled himself and Sarah up onto their feet. Sarah clung to him, her wails quieting into whimpers. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, getting her head pressed against him in hopes she wouldn't look at the remains of the beloved yacht.

"Come on, Sarah," Kiara whispered soothingly as she moved toward them, rubbing Sarah's back. "We need to head back."

"Wheezie needs you right now, Sarah. She needs her big sister." (Y/N) leaned back, cupping Sarah's face and brushing the hair out of her face. Sarah hiccuped softly and nodded, more tears slipping down her face and dripping off her chin. With Kiara's help, they got Sarah to walk down the dock, letting her lean against them and cry. (Y/N) led her to the back porch where Rose stood, her arms stretching out toward Sarah the moment she spotted her. Sarah collapsed in her stepmother's arms and together, the two wept. Kiara placed a hand on (Y/N)'s back and looked up at him with a worried frown.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be fine, Kie. Just... Sarah needs you. She needs all of you. She needs John B the most right now." (Y/N) told her softly, glancing at the Cameron women when they walked inside the house. He licked his lips and faced Kiara, lifting his brows. "Tell John B he needs to be by her side. She doesn't need a Pogue right now celebrating the death of her father, she needs her boyfriend to show some fuckin' empathy. Don't let her sink in her grief when all you preach about is family and friendship."

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"Hey, you've reached Rachel (L/N). Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon."

"Ward Cameron's dead. He... He blew up his yacht while he was still on it. One minute he was alive and the next-" (Y/N) cut himself off before his voice could break and sighed heavily, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket across his tired eyes. "It all happened so fast. I-I thought he was just trying to have one last hurrah before they caught him or-or maybe he was aiming for a chase but got distracted by Sarah. Fuck- ...Sorry, I didn't mean to curse. I just... Sarah and her family aren't doing so hot. I can't imagine what it must be like for them. But, I... I called to let you know about Ward. You probably already know though. News travels fast... Bye, Rachel."

Blowing a raspberry, he hung up and eyed the saucepan on the stove, flicking off the heat and grabbing the handle. Carefully, he poured the hot chocolate into a mug and set it back once done, licking some off some droplets that got on his finger. The doorbell rang and he spared a glance at the clock, brows furrowing. Considering it was a school night, he deducted it couldn't be Topper or Kelce. His stomach sunk. Rafe had been released from custody after a confession from Ward had been found. (Y/N) pressed his lips together and walked, stepping out of the kitchen and taking slow steps toward the front door. Peeking through the peephole, his body slumped with relief when he spotted a different blonde standing on his porch.

Pulling the door open, he smiled solemnly. "Hey, Sarah. You need somethin'?" He asked gently, taking note of the backpack she had. Sarah fiddled with the sleeves of her white and blue sweater, hand reaching up to tug the side of it back over her shoulder slightly. She pursed her lips and lifted her puffy eyes to look at him.

"Hi, (Y/N).. I-" She paused and sighed, eyes dropping onto the floor again. "I was wondering if I could stay here for a while. I-I... I can't be around Rafe, not right now, not after what he did. And I know it's a lot to ask after everything that happened between us so I totally get if you don't want-"

"I don't mind, Sarah. I'm not turning you away after everything you've been through." (Y/N) soothed, stepping aside. Sarah mustered a smile and stepped inside, slipping her backpack off her shoulders and holding it against her chest. She inhaled and then sniffed, blinking at the smell wafting from the kitchen.

"Is that-"

"Hot chocolate? Yeah, I just made it. Want some?" (Y/N) closed the door and motioned toward the kitchen, chuckling when Sarah eagerly nodded. They walked into the kitchen and Sarah took a seat at the island, setting her backpack on the barstool beside her. (Y/N) grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge and a bag of mini marshmallows from the pantry, a smile appearing on his face when Sarah perked up at the sight of them. He covered the top of the hot chocolate with the whipped cream and sprinkled some marshmallows on top, setting the cup in front of her before he got another cup for himself.

"Thank you for this. For all of this. I know I don't deserve it after what I did to you. After what I did to us." She muttered, lifting the cup to her mouth and taking a sip.

"You're acting as if you divorced me and then murdered my entire family, Sarah. Yes, you cheated on me with Routledge of all dudes, but we're in high school. This shit's bound to happen. Relationships start and end all the time until we find the one who makes us thankful we endured all that heartbreak and drama." (Y/N) said, setting the saucepan in the sink and turning around to face her with his cup in hand. He licked some of the whipped cream off and hummed quietly at the taste before sipping on the drink. "If John B feels like that guy for you-"

"We broke up." Sarah interrupted, gazing down at her cup with a distant glint in her warm eyes.

Good riddance. "Sorry to hear."

"It was bound to happen. We were just... It was too complicated. His dad died because of mine and- and I couldn't get the look on his face out of my mind. He- He looked so pleased. I've spent all day today and yesterday crying and he never sent a message. He didn't call or anything. He waited for me to do something. Even Kelce called to check on me and my own boyfriend couldn't?" Sarah scoffed and shook her head but her eyes began glittering with fresh tears. "I did so much for him and he couldn't even be there for me."

"You know what might cheer you up?" (Y/N) smiled playfully, gaining Sarah's attention. She blinked away the tears and leaned forward curiously, strands of hair slipping over her shoulder and almost getting mixed with the whipped cream.

"What is it?"

"The annual bonfire party tomorrow. Topper begged me to go all morning until I accepted and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you tagged along. You'll be able to get your mind off everything that's happened this month. There'll be enough mai tais for you to drink and forget about things for the night. Just like old times." Sarah hummed, nails tapping against the island in thought. She met his eyes and her lips formed a small smile.

"Alright, I'll go. Sounds like it'll be fun." She responded and resumed drinking until she finished her cup. Sarah slid out of the stool and walked around the island toward the sink. Rolling up her sleeves, she began washing the saucepan. (Y/N) finished his drink and set it in the sink, waiting for Sarah to finish cleaning before leading her up the stairs and to the hardly used guest bedroom. He flicked the light on and looked back at her.

"I'll be getting up early tomorrow for school so don't panic if I'm not home when you wake up. I'll leave something for you to eat in the microwave and then once school's over, I'll come by to get dressed and we'll head to the party with Topper. Sound good?" (Y/N) folded his arms over his chest, watching Sarah set her backpack down on the bed. She nodded and tucked some hair behind her ear, looking over the room and getting herself acquainted. She plopped down on the bed and ran her hand over the covers, a bittersweet longing on her face.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate this."

"Anytime, Sarah. Let me know if you need anything." (Y/N) offered her one last smile and turned around, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. He headed down the hall to his own room and collected his pajamas, walking into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he tossed the old clothes into the laundry basket and made a mental note about doing laundry later in the week. Turning off the light and plugging in his phone, he collapsed into bed and curled up under the covers. He stared up into the darkness and let his body sink into the mattress, waiting for sleep to creep up on him. And just as it began tugging at his eyelids, his bedroom door creaked open, forcing him to open his eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?" (Y/N) propped himself up onto his elbows and squinted through the dark, only being able to see the outline of her figure. Sarah nudged the door with her foot, closing it behind her and carefully walking through the room until her knee bumped against the edge of the bed. Silence fell over them and after a moment, (Y/N) pulled the covers up in a quiet invitation and Sarah accepted. With his eyes finally adjusting to the lack of light around them, he noticed she had changed out of her sweater and shorts, exchanging them for a shirt he was pretty sure used to be his and knee-length shorts. Her hair had been tied back into a low bun, and from the way her hair stuck up in random directions, she'd given sleeping alone a try before deciding to join him in his room.

"I'm sorry for everything-"

"Go to bed, Sarah." (Y/N) murmured, tugging the covers further up over his shoulders and pressing his cheek against the soft pillow. He was sure she'd continue apologizing until they parted ways. And while part of him enjoyed hearing her apologies, the guilt gnawed at him. She'd gone through enough, and he hadn't missed the scar just above her hip that looked far too much like a bullet wound. It made him queasy. She was only sixteen.

Sarah made a soft noise- a sign she wanted to apologize again for disturbing his sleep- and wiggled her way closer to him until the hair on her head tickled his chin. Her movements were slow and hesitant as if testing the waters for how much contact he'd allow before kicking her out of bed. He stayed still, eyes staring at the lamp on his nightstand, trying not to focus on the girl and the fact she was his cheating ex. Sarah slithered her arms around his waist and her eyes fluttered shut, face pressing into his chest. Her skin felt warm against his, and he guessed she felt similarly when she nuzzled against him further. But he couldn't decide if she was trying to wiggle her way back in to get some sort of revenge against John B or if she genuinely sought comfort. Maybe both.

Her breathing eventually slowed and her body went limp against him, parted lips letting quiet snores out. Even while sleeping, she looked angelic. Everything about Sarah Cameron seemed perfect. From her soft golden locks and her almond-shaped eyes to her slim and tall figure. A perfect track record, a sweet and genuine personality, popularity, and easiness when it came to boys. Sarah could flash a smile and dazzle a crowd. But it'd been her personality that'd attracted (Y/N) to her in the first place. Her attentiveness, her playfulness, and her loyalty to her friends even in the face of drama. He'd been cautious when he allowed her in. Her reputation with relationships had been no secret to him. She dumped guys months or weeks after dating. He put the caution away and it left him with a broken heart.

His eyes left the lamp and he leaned back slightly to peer down at her, only seeing her sleeping face. He pried her arms from around his waist, folding them across her waist and gently pushing her back slightly to leave some space between them. He'd given Sarah her chance and she'd chosen to ruin it. He loved her, he always would, but he knew it'd only do him good to keep her as a friend. To keep her at arm's length until she moved on to the next guy. Turning around, he put his back to her and got comfortable, letting his eyes close and sleep pass over him.

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Pulling up at the party, he could hear the rumble of dirt bikes, excited shouting, and music blasting from speakers. The bonfire itself stood high and mighty in the center, flames towering up toward the sky and posing a rather obvious hazard to the intoxicated teens dancing and mingling around it. Topper immediately jumped out of the jeep and hollered to his boys, bumping chests and fists with them before downing the first beer given to him. (Y/N) snorted at the sight and got out, locking the car once Sarah hopped out. She gravitated toward his side, arms crossed and eyes flickering in every direction as if she were the new girl in town and didn't know anyone.

"Come on, I'm sure someone brought something decent to drink tonight." (Y/N) smiled, hoping it'd at least cheer her up enough to socialize with her old friends. Sarah nodded in response to his words, arm reaching out and fingers wrapping around his bicep.

He tried not to think about how they looked walking toward one of the coolers. It was only a friendly gesture, a desire to be close to someone she knew well. One of the guys beside the cooler popped it open for them and they looked inside, shuffling around the cans on ice. (Y/N) grinned and pulled out a mai tai for her. The sight of it made Sarah giggle and she took one, wiping off the water on her shorts. The drink fizzed when she opened it and she clinked her can with his drink of choice before drinking. (Y/N) easily downed his drink, relishing in the soft burn in the back of his throat.

"He's here."

"What?" (Y/N) swallowed, wiping his lips with his sleeve and knitting his brows at her. He followed her gaze and searched the crowd of dancing teens until he spotted John B standing with someone. The girl with him rubbed his arm and leaned toward his face, and even at night, (Y/N) easily noticed the way John B's face flushed at whatever the girl was telling him. Sarah took his wrist into her hand and gently tugged him closer, hair swaying as she shook her head dismissively.

"It's whatever. He's single, I'm single. We can do whatever we want with whoever we want." Sarah crushed the can in her hand and tossed it aside, quickly bending down to grab another drink. Despite her words, she kept her eyes trained on the Pogue and the new girl. Her brows furrowed when the two leaned in toward each other, only relaxing when they leaned back. (Y/N) lightly squeezed his can of beer and finished it, tossing it into the nearby trashcan. He leaned in toward her ear.

"Tonight's about forgetting, Sarah. Let loose, have fun, go talk to your old friends." (Y/N) told her, one hand instinctively grabbing her hip when she stumbled slightly. Sarah pressed her hands flat against his chest and tilted her head up, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Her lips formed a wide grin and her hands moved up, sliding around his shoulders.

"I am having fun! With you!" Her eyes flickered in the direction of John B. (Y/N)'s jaw clenched.

"You can have fun with Topper, Sarah. He'd love to have a dance with you, I assure you. But I feel like hooking up with someone tonight, so, I'll leave you to it." Sarah blinked at his words and her ears turned red, mouth almost going agape. He tugged her arms off his neck and moved around her, heading down the slope toward where the others were. Her footsteps followed then stopped. He didn't need to look to know she'd gone off to see John B. He scanned the crowd for familiar faces, looking for anyone interested in chatting with him. He made eye contact with a dark-haired girl and she grinned at him but before he could approach, he heard Sarah's irritated voice piercing through the crowd.

"Did I ask you?" He groaned internally and turned around to look at her. She stood between John B and the girl with Topper stumbling around slightly behind her. The teenagers around them began turning around and backing up, glancing at each other and exchanging whispers. Topper began shouting in Sarah's defense, prompting the girl to get in his face whilst Sarah turned toward John B and shoved him back angrily.

Phones were quickly whipped out in hopes of catching a fight and a crowd formed around the four of them as the shouting grew louder. Kelce's voice mingled with the shouting and then, gasps echoed through the crowd and they quickly dispersed, allowing him to see Kelce staggering backward and holding his jaw. Topper rushed at John B, grasping the collar of his shirt and pushing him down on the ground. People began pushing and shoving, causing more fights to break out.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes." (Y/N) muttered under his breath. He caught sight of Sarah being pushed off the small platform, landing on the ground with a thud and a groan. He walked toward her and caught her forearm, helping her up onto her feet. She hissed softly and turned her hand over, looking at the scrapes and pebbles on her skin. (Y/N) took his keys out from his pocket and put them on the palm of her hand before he climbed onto the platform and searched for Topper through the crowd. He found him pinned by JJ as Pope took swings at him and huffed, grabbing the sleeve of Pope's flannel and pulling him back. He only needed to give JJ a look for the blonde to shove Topper toward him and raise his hands in surrender.

"(Y/N)-"

"Move your ass, Top." (Y/N) mimicked the way he'd seen Heyward grab Pope before and took Topper by the base of his neck, dragging him back toward the jeep. Topper stumbled and staggered, somehow already drunk enough to trip over himself yet somehow land a good punch.

"They started it!" Topper protested, pawing at (Y/N)'s arm in a desperate attempt to free himself from the older teen's iron grip. Sarah sat in the car, looking like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She avoided their eyes and focused on the scrape on the side of her palm, lips pulled into a small pout.

"Just get in the damn car, Topper."

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nocturnalstarlet · 1 month

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— 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 🪐

— 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺

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ships i'd write for: cassian x nesta , elain x azriel , gwyn x azriel , and elain x lucien.

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ships i'd write for: dom x letty.

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🪐 ›› theseus scammander

🪐 ›› teddy lupin

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**a very big fuck you to jkr. this account is HEAVILY anti jkr and always will be. **while some of the fics for these characters may occur during their time at hogwarts, the characters will be assumed to be 18+ regardless of fic type.

— 𝑰𝑻

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**none of my writing for these characters will take place in the first film. i may instead do college!fics for this. everything else will come from when they're adults.

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🪐 ›› pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron, topper thornton.

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🪐 ›› finnick odair, haymitch abernathy.

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— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬

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🪐 ›› morticia frump, gomez addams, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, bianca barclay.

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🪐 ›› ransom drysdale (knives out), andy barber (defending jacob), killian jones (ounce upon a time).

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reignsforever · 2 years

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imagine saying topper is a better boyfriend than john b 😂😂😂

#anti topper thornton

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holliscrane · 4 years

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Topper's a better boyfriend then John B.

#obx #outer banks #topper #topper thornton #topper obx #anti john b #anti john b routledge #txt

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sortagaysortahigh · 4 years

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White Boys Pt. 3 | Topper Thornton

“I don’t make exceptions”

Here’s part three, im falling in love with this series lmao, expect the next part tmrw or monday.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, mentions of drug use (marijuana), mentions of anxiety, mentions of anti-depressants, mentions of racism and prejudice, cussing, spelling and grammar errors, sprinkle in a little makeout session, and some fluff

Word count: 2.8k

Black!Fem!Reader x Topper Thornton

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Having dinner with Topper and your family-plus Mrs.Heyward of course-was awkward to say the least. You didn’t want to think about the experience, but even now a week later you were still thinking about it.

Your father glared at Topper the entire time, shooting him over complicated questions about his plans in the future, then asking one too many questions about your friendship with him, to the point that you had to bring up random times throughout your life that you considered ‘friendly moments’ with Topper just to justify that you were just friends.

But were you really just friends? You had no idea, the question clouded your head alongside thoughts of him and his stolen kisses. You tried to avoid him for the past week, it was mostly unsuccessful, always running into him at the country club, or at Sarah’s, or at the boneyard. But you kept your interactions to a minimum, you didn’t want to think about kissing Topper, you didn’t want to admit that you liked kissing Topper. Or that you liked having him around.

You didn’t want to think about the fact that Topper-the same white boy that you’d been curving for years, constantly brushing him off, over and over again-was constantly on your mind. Not to mention the fact that in your small miniscule interactions over the past week he’d still managed to give you quick kisses twice, once when the two of you were leaned against the hood of your car at the boneyard, and another at Sarah’s when the two of you were left in the kitchen for less than ten minutes.

The thoughts made you blush-mind you it was kind of hard to see when you were blushing-but shit, Topper made you blush. Kiara brought your newfound friendship up to you again at the boneyard a few days ago and you just shrugged, stating that he drove you home a few times, your mom liked him, so she made him stay for dinner.

You tried to avoid that conversation with her, actually you avoided it with everyone. Or you were trying to avoid it. But at the moment you couldn't.

“Okay. What’s going on with you and Topper.” your brows were raised at Sarah, she was at yours along with Kiara. The both of them stared at you while you sat with your feet in the pool, a royal blue bikini on your skin. The two of them stared at you, Kiara in the water and Sarah standing up, hands on her waist, looking down at you.

“What are you talking about” “oh cut the bullshit y/n!, we both know something is going on!” your mouth dropped at Kiara, she swam to the edge and pulled herself up, sitting next to Sarah and looking at you. You didn’t know what to say, it’d been almost two weeks since the first time Topper kissed you-and the time you realized, maybe he wasn’t so bad.

Sarah sat down and looked at you, the both of them waiting for an answer, you couldn’t exactly leave-this was your house. Sure you could try and make up a reason to have to go somewhere, but odds are they would just tag along or follow you until you answered them. They were both persistent when they wanted to know something. They tried to be patient with you-Sarah especially-but she felt like you were lying to her-and she hated that.

“I know you’ve been either lying or keeping something from me. C’mon y/n we’ve been friends since the fifth grade. If you wanna bang Topper-or if you’re already banging him-I’m not gonna judge you!” your eyes widened and Kiara nodded her head looking at you. “It’s true, we’ve been friends for a while, honestly y/n if you and him are sneaking around that's cool, but like, I see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him.”

You scratched the side of your face, looking around, then looking down at your feet in the water, moving them back and forth slowly. Part of you wanted to just throw yourself into the pool and hope it would change the subject-but the logical part of you knew that was a shitty idea.

“We aren’t having sex jesus” Sarah gave you a skeptical look “I’m serious! You know I’ve only had sex with two guys, and neither of them were white boys” she laughed at you, Kiara nodding her head, waiting for your explanation.

“I dunno, we’re friends I guess-I mean we’re not really sneaking around, you both know I always run off when shit overwhelms me, he just kinda tags along now? I dunno how to explain it. Sometimes we smoke together-” she cut you off raising her brows “Wait Topper smoking? That’s different. He chokes” you laughed at Sarah, thinking of Topper’s coughing fits every time he tried to take proper hits. The way he would blink rapidly-you thought it was kind of cute.

Your eyes widened at the thought but you shook it off looking back at your friends. “But uh-I’ve been trying to avoid him.” Kiara furrowed her brows, taken aback slightly. “What? Why?” you swallowed looking down at your legs, pursing your lips. “Uh because we’ve kissed a few times”

Sarah stood up, shocked, her mouth open “I fucking knew it! You do have a thing for him! I knew I wasn’t crazy! Kie you were totally right!” your eyes widened again, Kiara had a smile on her face, nodding her head in satisfaction.

“Shut up! I never said that!” they laughed at you and you rolled your eyes “okay but yea, we’ve kissed. But they’re like really soft kisses? Y’know like they make me smile I guess? He’s really sweet, but the second time we kissed we basically had a full on makeout session in a closet at the country club” Sarah's mouth dropped, putting two and two together, realizing that’s why Topper looked disheveled when the both of you came back from your little smoke break.

“But I dunno, like they’re quick-I guess stolen kisses? What the fuck is going on” They both laughed at you and you sighed, standing up. Pacing back and forth, your mind wandering. Topper was so-Topper. It was odd, he was kind of an oddball, he’s always been that way. He had follower tendencies because he wanted to be a true kook asshole-but he was always nice to you, even when you were a total bitch to him. He’d been pinning after you for years. Hell he’d gotten into multiple fights for you-some of which you didn’t even know about until after they already happened.

You remembered one when you were a sophomore at the Kook academy, you were pissed that day.

You stormed into the Cameron residence, walking through the house, slamming the back door open, walking right up to Topper. You were pissed. Rafe and Kelce both looking at you, rafe’s brows raised a smirk on his face while he nodded his head in satisfaction. A couple other guys from the lacrosse team were there too, watching the interaction, and checking you out.

Kelce tried to stop you, but you ignored him. “What the fuck is your deal Thornton” he scoffed at you, finally looking up at you, you noticed his bruised cheek and busted lip. He stood up, looking at you, a confused expression on his face “Why exactly are you mad right now?” “your fucking face, that’s why I’m fucking mad.” you shoved him back and he blinked a few times, furrowing his brows.

“Why’d you do it? What’s wrong with you, you don’t need to be my goddamn savior Topper. I can handle shit on my fucking own” he rolled his eyes at you, of course you were mad at him for fighting the kid from your english class that openly called you a racial slur. He was in love with you-and he cared about you, so of course he was going to keep fighting guys that said shit about you, whether it was them sexualizing you, insulting you, or anything that was even the slightest bit disrespectful.

“You’re mad because I did what was right?” you shoved him again “did what was right? Stop being so fucking dense, I’m used to the shit they fucking say Top. You literally just got yourself suspended for half of the fucking season-not to mention the literal suspension from school” he had a small smile on his face, but he disguised it as a smirk. “Look at you, caring about me”

“Oh fuck you” you heard one of his teammates mumble something about wanting to fuck you, so you turned towards the guy, you didn’t even know his name “you, shut the fuck up would you? You ride the bench, what the fuck makes you think that I would even want to ride you.” you turned back to Topper, he had a proud look on his face and you shoved him again.

“Relax, the suspension isn’t gonna matter, I’ll still be in the playoffs alright, calm down.” “don’t tell me to calm down, stop fucking fighting people for me, I don’t need you to do that shit. What the fuck” he rolled his eyes, when you tried to shove him again he grabbed your wrists looking at you. “I need you to take a breather. I did what was right, I don’t give a shit if you’re mad about it, there’s no reason you should be used to people treating you that way. You can be mad if you want, but that’s not gonna stop me from doing it again”

You ripped your hands out of his grip, mumbling whatever and walking away, back into the house, seeing Sarah staring at you, mouth wide open.

He’s always looked out for you, always. He’d been doing it since you were kids. The day after you pushed him into the dirt in fifth grade he got into a fight with some guy who said your parents needed to ‘go back to Africa’. No matter what you said to Topper, he always defended you, when you were around and when you werent.

“Holy fucking shit” they looked over at you, you’d been pacing back and forth for a good ten minutes, they knew you were lost in thought. “I-I have a thing for Topper. I’ve always had a thing for Topper. What the fucking fuck?”

Kie jumped up yelling “I fucking knew it! I Knew it when we were in high school and he asked you to prom but you said no and you were upset the whole week after! Holy shit. I never thought you’d admit it.” you groaned, flipping your hair over your shoulder, feeling your chest tighten slightly, the thought making you anxious.

What would your father think? How were you supposed to act around him now? What were you supposed to do with this newfound realization? What about your rule? Were you supposed to void the fucking rule? You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face, you were about to freak out, and honestly, you were tired of worrying so much about everything in your life. But at the same time you had to worry, you didn’t like not knowing things.

“I’m about to freak the fuck out”

“Okay here’s what we’ll do, I’ll just throw a party tonight to distract you from thinking about all of it! It’s a win-win, you get a distraction, and we all get to get fucked up. My dad and Rose aren’t gonna be back for a week, it’s totally cool” Sarah smiled at you, the both of them hoping this was a foolproof plan.

For the most part it was, Sarah’s house was packed, kooks and pogues alike in the house. You were about five drinks in and you were tipsy, not having a single worry while you danced with your best friends, for once Sarah let you wear a baggy shirt and some shorts instead of a dress, tonight was about giving you a proper distraction.

Pope whisked Kiara away and you shouted ‘get some!’ at them, leading both of them to laugh at you, Sarah tried to stay with you, but when her boyfriend showed up asking for a dance you shoved her into him, telling her you’d be fine-plus the amount of liquor in your system was just enough to keep you in a good mood. A goofy smile spread across your face while you sat on the kitchen island, making conversation with a few of the girls you’d met surfing.

But when you spotted a head of frosted tips you rolled your eyes and bit your lip, his eyes scanned the room, you assumed he was coming into the kitchen for another drink, but when his eyes landed on you he walked towards you, however you jumped off the table, saying bye to the girls in front of you and made a beeline out of the kitchen. You were mad that Topper was an athlete, easily keeping up with you, running through the house while also taking drinks at the same time.

You ended up going upstairs, going through one of the guest bedrooms and climbing onto the roof. For about five minutes everything was fine-then of course you heard a groan, followed by someone joining you. You put your cup down on the roof and sighed, looking at Topper while he sat next to you.

“So you wanna explain the game of cat and mouse we just played?” “I don’t recall what you’re talking about.” “oh really, so running around the entire house, to get away from me doesn’t sound familiar to you?” you shrugged looking at him, raising a brow “no clue”

He laughed at you. “What's funny” “you’re really trying to avoid me? Still” your eyes slightly widened “huh?” “i know you’ve been trying to avoid me, did you forget that I’m kinda persistent” you bit your lip, scrunching up your nose slightly, turning to look at the sunset, it was barely eight thirty but it felt so much later-but everyone knew figure eight parties started early and ended late.

“You’re beautiful” “I already told you flattery won’t get you far Thornton” “okay so what will get me far?” you shrugged, looking back at him raising a brow “I don’t date white boys” he rolled his eyes “but do you make exceptions?” you shoved him slightly, his playful tone making you laugh. “I don’t make exceptions” “you sure?” “pretty positive” you nodded your head while you spoke.

“I don’t think you are” “and how you would know that” “because I’m the exception” with that he kissed you again, his hand finding it’s spot on the back of your neck, resting against your skin. You smiled into the kiss, his lips were soft and he tasted like an oddly nice mixture of beer and mint. You placed your hand on the side of his face, the other going back to his hair, tugging it and making him groan, you took advantage of that and deepened the kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance but he won.

When his other hand grabbed your waist you let out a giggle, it made him laugh, the gesture was meant to heat things up but it just made you laugh. You moved to straddle his lap, still kissing him on the roof, the liquor in both of your systems making you forget about the fact that the both of you were on the roof, when his hand moved from your waist to your ass he hesitated before giving it a rough squeeze, making you moan into his mouth.

Something about this felt long overdue for the both of you, but when you two heard Sarahs “Holy fuck” you pulled away from him, your head looking at her. She had a smirk on her face, looking at the two of you, leaning out of the window. “Don’t even try that it’s not what it looks like shit, because it looks like the two of you were about to fuck on my roof”

“Okay definitely not about to fuck on the roof, I’m more romantic than that” you took a second to hit Topper’s chest, mumbling ‘what the fuck’. “I mean y/n is still on you, so I’m not sure about that one Top.” your eyes widened while you got off his lap, you shoved Sarah back inside, then moved back to give him a quick kiss before following Sarah inside.

She smirked at you while the two of you made your way back downstairs, raising a brow at you “so much for not dating white boys huh?” you rolled your eyes at her, a smile still plastered on your face, thinking about the idiot upstairs.

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lyricalimerence · 4 years

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10 Things I Hate About You • 002

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter Two — Heinous Bitches & Cliché Bets

summary: intro to kacey & the bet is made between kelce + topper

word count: 2196

warnings: mentions of smut like two or three lines total, swear words, and high school stupidity. oh, how i miss the dickstains i go to school with 😌.

a/n: i actually love writing kacey's character. n e who, this is for @popcsheyward because i'm making jj simp for u

Deep in the heart of the high school, a class of bored and inattentive seniors doodle in their notebooks and up the exposed skin on their arms; others text, their phones “hidden” beneaths their desks. Kacey Brooks was in the middle of it all. Everyone knew her, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was the advent of spring, encroaching on summer, and on an island, that means it is hot. But, there Kacey sat, in baggy denim jeans, cuffed above her ankle so the hems didn’t drag along the floor. Her hands were tucked underneath her denim-clad thighs as she leaned over the desk, tracing the looping font that said “Romeo and Juliet” on the cover of the book on her desk with her eyes. God, she hated that book. They read it in Sophomore year, and she didn’t understand why they had to read the stupid play again.

The English teacher, Mr. Martin stood from his swivel chair, picking up his own copy of Romeo and Juliet just to drop it down on the podium, catching the drifting seniors’ attention. “Okay, slackers. What did you think of the play?”

A girl in the back of the classroom, another clean cut Kook with pink lip gloss and tight crop tops raised her hand. With a smile, she rushed into her opinion, not bothering to get permission to speak. It was a well known fact that in the Outer Banks it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. “It was so romantic. I loved it.”

Kacey’s brows stitched together, not mulling over her personal rebuttal for more than a moment before looking over her shoulder at the girl. Her eyes were glossy, lost in her romanization of the play. Ever since the second semester of her freshman year when she just snapped, she had been braving each day, treating it as a singular battle in the war against high school ignorance. “Romeo and Juliet was not romantic. It was two people having a teenage rebellion and wallowing in their own angst. They simply wanted an escape from their family lives. And Shakespeare? He was a racist, anti-semetic misogynist who is praised when he couldn’t decide on one way to spell his own name.”

The entirety of the class rolled their eyes, including Mr. Martin. It hadn’t been the first time Kacey had spoken out on her take on the social issues that came with the authors of novels and how they correlate to modern day society. Kelce, a Kook Prince of the highest degree and sitting to the left of Kacey, pokes at the metaphorical bear. “As opposed to a friendless, holier-than-thou wench?”

The girls pining after Kelce for his looks or trust fund giggled, despite his dig into the girl next him not being all that funny. Mr. Martin slapped the wooden podium with his Folger Shakespeare Library copy of Romeo and Juliet. “Pipe down, Slick.”

Kacey pulled the hem of her army green crop top to cover the slight bit of tanned skin exposed before quipping, “I guess having a dick and being a dick makes you entitled to our time.” The brunette pushed the hair falling over her forehead out of the way before waving her copy of the play in the air. “What about Sylva Plath or, I don’t know, Emily Bronte for all I care.”

Before Mr. Martin could respond with his own activistic rebuttal, Rafe Cameron walks into class, holding up a copy of the first Harry Potter book and raising his eyebrows, silently questioning whether that was the right book. He knew it wasn’t. “What’d I miss?”

A Pogue who was a known theatre nerd started humming the tune to the song from Hamilton titled What’d I Miss while Kacey all but spun in her seat. “Just the patriarchal values that run this lovely institution and corrupt the minds of dimwitted Kelce’s everywhere.”

Rafe nodded along to Kacey’s statement and through to her next breath, not having stopped in between words to breathe. “Good.” After his simple response, he immediately turned on his heel and walked back down the hall, rather enduring more uncomfortable conversations with the Dean than English class.

Kacey and Rafe had no ill will towards each other, only being able to base an opinion off the presumed stereotypes of each other that get passed around the school. Kacey and Rafe had known each other for a long time. When they were six, Kacey’s father was Rose Cameron’s obstetrician, seeing as he’s the best on the Outer Banks and the Camerons are the richest on the Outer Banks. That’s where they met: outside his stepmother’s hospital room, playing chopsticks with their fingers while they sat cross-legged on the tile floor, drinking apple juice from juice boxes. That’s where their friendship ended. They hadn’t really spoken since, only having that snapshot into reality before the doors were closed. Kacey was popular, had many more friends than Rafe did, and boys trailed her. When freshman year rolled around, he kept his distance because he knew he would walk away with a sharp pain in his groin. That was just how she carried herself, and he carried himself differently.

Mr. Martin attempted to call after Rafe, only to hear the cicadas buzzing outside.

“Mr. Martin, do you think we could get Kacey to take her Midol before class?” Kelce asks, his signature smirk gracing his face as he continued his quest to make Kacey’s life a living Hell. Snickers erupted from the class, causing Kelce’s smugness to go to his head, lifting himself onto his selfmade pedestal.

“One day, you’re gonna get bitch-slapped right across that brazen face of yours, and I’m not gonna do anything to stop it. Kacey, thank you for your input.” As Mr. Martin took a brief pause, Kacey smiled to herself, please that her social activism finally was justified by authority. He continued, “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to overcome upper-class, Kook oppression. It must’ve been awful.” Her chest puffed out with pride deflated at his words. She knew he was right. “But the next time you storm the school board campaigning for more recycling bins or whatever you white girls complain about, ask them why they can’t buy a book written by a Black man!”

“Understood. Anything else?” Kacey asked, looking straight past Mr. Martin and out the window overlooking the quad behind him.

“Yeah, go to the office, you’re pissing me off.” Her neck whipped to look at her English teacher at his words, opening her mouth to argue, but he shot her a stern look and pointed towards the door. In Kacey’s rageful frenzy, she decked Kelce in the face with her bag as she stormed out of the classroom towards the office.

The Dean sat in her office, her rouge painted nails clicking against the keys on her keyboard as the sleazy thoughts in her head transferred onto the Word document housing her novel. She whispered to herself as her fingertips ghosted the letter labeled keys on her laptop. She snapped her head up, calling out to the secretary, asking for her to look up another word for ‘engorged’ despite being able to pull up the thesaurus on her computer.

“Tumescent?” Kacey suggested as she walked into the small, pink office.

The Dean snapped her fingers, pointing at Kacey as she morphed her hand into a finger gun. “Perfect!” Kacey swung her bag off her shoulder and onto the ground next to the chair in which she seated herself. “I hear you’re terrorizing English class again.”

“Last time I checked, it wasn’t just English class, and expressing my opinions is not a terrorist action.” The eighteen-year-old raised her eyebrows indignantly, her head nodding slightly in authoritativeness.

The Dean smiled sarcastically at Kacey, “The way you expressed your opinion to Topper Thornton? His testical retrieval operation went quite well, if you’re interested.”

“I maintain he swung his own golf club up his legs like a field goal.” Kacey crossed her arms over her chest. She settled into her chair. Her conversations with the crude woman in front of her always went the same way; Mr. Martin threw her out of class for existing, and her previous deeds suddenly have updates that the Dean thinks Kacey should know about.

“The point I’m trying to make is that people think you’re a heinous bitch and you should work on it.” Her eyes flickered to her still open laptop and back up to the eighteen-year-old. “What do you think about blood sex?”

“Okay, yeah, this has been lovely, however,” grabbing her backpack, she swung it over her shoulder as she rose from the uncomfortable chair. “I think I’ll let you get back to Chris chokeslamming Jackie into a wall.”

As Kacey left the office to walk the halls of Kildare County High School, the Dean seemed to take her words into serious consideration, whispering Kacey’s final sentiment under her breath as she typed the word ‘chokeslam.’

. . .

Kelce leant against the stone wall that surrounded the courtyard and only rose to about waist-high of even the shortest of students. His best friend and fellow poster child for the effects of affluenza, Topper Thornton ( who is very acquainted with Kacey Brooks and her golf club swing ), stood next to him, the two of them surveying the inhabitants of the grassy lawn in the back of the school. Topper noticed Gracie walking through the gap in the stone wall, her Spanish textbook pressed to her chest as she nodded along to what Arianna said next to her. The familiar breeze carrying the scent of the ocean and the feeling of home blew the short strands of Gracie’s hair that framed her face in almost an angelic way, and her sundress that fell to her mid-thigh swayed as she walked. Gracie and Arianna were picturesque, almost like they actively strived to be compared to Cher and Dionne from Clueless.

With a carnal smirk, Topper elbowed Kelce, muttering “Virgin alert” as the sophomore passed the two guys, smiling and waving at Kelce as they went.

“Lookin’ good, ladies.” As if Kelce’s remark was a que, Gracie and Arianna pushed forward, leaving the hormonal teenager guys watching them like they were prey for them to catch.

“No way, Bro. They’re outta your league.”

“No one’s out of my league.” Kelce’s eyes didn’t leave Gracie as she distanced herself from them.

Topper pulled fifty dollars out of his pocket, “Wanna bet?”

“Nah, I’ve got money. This’ll be for fun.” Kelce pushed Topper’s hand that was holding onto the bill away and dapped up his empty hand, sealing the deal. Kelce was about to embark on one of the most cliché, tropical bets of his high school experience.

“Just look at her, man.” JJ watched Gracie and Arianna pass him, John B, and Pope. He followed her with love struck eyes and wistful pining.

Pope tilted his head, the cap that sat on his head almost falling off his head as he tried to understand his friend’s mindset. “She’s just so…”

“Perfect?” JJ offered.

John B and Pope shared a glance, rolling their eyes at JJ’s suggestion. “I was going to say ditzy.” John B replied.

“How can you say that?” JJ turned to glance at his friends who were totally unimpressed by the girl that captured almost all the guy’s hearts at the high school. “She’s totally…”

“Narcissistic?” Pope said, getting a nod from John B in agreement.

“That’s her sister, c’mon, guys.” JJ waved his hand in the air for emphasis. There was no way Gracie was like Kacey. They were too polar. “There’s more to her than you think. See her smile? She’s totally pure.”

“Yeah, pure money. She’s a Kook, dude.” John B ran a hand through his overgrown brunet locks. “What’s there is a snotty princess wearing a dress that was purposefully planned to make Pogues like you realize you can’t have her and Kooks like Kelce and Topper want her.”

“Besides, JJ, you know the rule. It’s not like she could date you even if she wanted to.” Pope added on, readjusting his baseball cap to fit snugly on his head.

“Put her in the Spank Bank and move on, Bro.” John B and Pope started walking in the opposite direction, lunch was about to start.

JJ jogged to catch up, shaking his head in denial. “Nah.”

“Move on, man. Jizz Wizz and then dip.” Pope reiterated John B’s sentiment as JJ held his arm out, stopping them in their tracks in front of the bulletin board to the right of the door into school.

“She needs a Spanish tutor,” He ripped the paper advertisement off the cork board.

“You can’t even speak Spanish.”

“What do you mean?” JJ looked at John B as he traced Gracie’s phone number printed on the paper.

“Broken Spanish and fantasizing about lobsters from Yucatan doesn’t mean you know Spanish.” Pope pulled the paper out of JJ’s hand, ready to tack it back to the board before JJ took it again.

“Okay, so I don’t know Spanish, but I will.”

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