the teenage bitch

sabrina davis. 18. photographer

[davissabrina-blog]

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you not know how to solve problems without your fists?” She asked in frustration, not so much at him and not even at the fact that she had been the one who had to break up the fight tom found himself in. Bur because as aggressive as she was she hated to see people who couldn’t do anything other than use their fists. When she realized there was blood coming out of his nose she sighed and reached out to grab his hand, pulling him towards the girl’s bathroom. “Come here. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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mckenziebrooks:

“The sad thing is that’s exactly what these people are going to care about in twenty years.” Mack sighed, scanning the crowd with a dissatisfied look. “This town is a tar pit of kids who peaked in high school and never went anywhere, just so they could breed and relive their glory days through their kids. It’s sick.”

“Right, while they try to drink themselves into a stupor to pretend they’re happy with being washed up high school has beens.” She stated, shooting a grimace at Mack at the thought. It was a future she refused for herself. After all that’s what her parents had become, when they had outgrown being the golden children of Dillon. “As soon as we graduate, me and you, we’re out of here. We should go take a road trip around the country or something. Whatever. As long as we get out of this shark infested cesspool.”

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mckenziebrooks:

“I’m so sick of this snake pit.” Mack sighed, leaning against the locker next to Sabrina’s. “I can’t wait to graduate and get as far away from this place as I possible can.” @davissabrina

“Preach. I can’t wait until the day I no longer have to rub elbows with ‘Snake in a Wig’ King. I have an actual count down going. Honestly, high school politics kinda creep me out. Who the hell cares who’s sleeping with who or who’s better at handling balls?” Sabrina said with a roll of her eyes as she switched out some books at her locker.  

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tomwindsors:

“Wow, Davis. You really know how to make an entrance.” Tom nodded towards his friends to indicate that they should probably leave. There was rarely ever a time where Sabrina wasn’t argumentative, but it was pretty obvious that she was more willing to be combative now that she had found out about the list. “I’m not trying to pull anything. I didn’t even organise the pairs. If you have a problem, you can take it up with whatever chick decided this was a good idea.” He pulled the list out of her hand and let his eyes fall over it before scrunching it up and tossing it to the side. Ordinarily he would have loved the idea of having his own personal assistant for the day, but Sabrina was no doubt going to make it the most unbearable task that they had ever had to go through. Sure, he enjoyed her company on the odd occasion, but he wasn’t a fan of the way she always had her fists held up to the world. It got in the way of actually having fun with her, and he doubted that was about to change now that she knew she was going to have to help him out before the big game. “But you don’t have a problem, do you? Admit it. You’re fucking thrilled that you got me.” 

“What can I say? I like to go all out right before I tear into someone so it’s an experience they can never forget.” Sabrina smirked crossed her arms, smirking proudly as his friends walked away. Them being there or not being there didn’t really make a difference to her, she had never needed an audience to give him shit. Was it tiring always getting on his case about something? Of course. But every time she started to feel bad about being a bitch to him he would open his mouth and say something to remind her how much of an asshole he was nine times out of ten. It was just how they worked, she couldn’t imagine being in the same vicinity as him and not having it result in them pushing each others buttons. “I’m sorry. Thrilled about what exactly? That I get to feed your ego and sense of entitlement every Friday night when I could be doing literally anything else with my life? I think I could live without that privilege. And i’m more than sure there’s a long line of girls that would be willing to take my spot. Which is unfortunate for them. Because who with actual taste would do that to themselves?” Sabrina said with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, I think i’ve got more than enough little boys to look after at home. You’re a big enough kid to start doing shit on your own.” She shrugged. “So. so far the cons outweigh the pros. Remind me again what it is that I get out of this whole thing.”

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The first week back at school had started out pretty odd to say the least. But the last thing Sabrina had expected to happen was for a couple of girls she had never met to come up to her with a list of rally girl duties and rules, along with an even more detailed list of what the player she had been assigned liked and didn’t like. How the hell had that happened. She had never expressed an interest in the football team, much less the players. The last thing she wanted to do was serve one of them hand and foot. But as soon as she read the name of which guy she had been assigned to she knew something fishy had to be going on. She stomped down the halls, looking for him, only to spot him with a couple of his friends. She slapped the list to his chest, not caring how she looked in front of the people around them. “I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull here but you have the wrong girl if you think i’m actually going to wait on you hand and foot like a maid this year. ” 

@tomwindsors

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mckenziebrooks:

“I can’t believe how much work they’ve already piled on us. It’s the first week.” Mack rolled her eyes, pushing the notebook off her lap as she leaned back against Sabrina’s bed. “Like, you haven’t even taught us anything yet, you know? What are we supposed to be studying? I can’t be out here doing their jobs for them, what’s the point of going to class then? Just hand me my degree now, thanks.” @davissabrina

“Tell me about it. I had to read four books over the summer for my English class and then the teacher gave us a pop quiz on the first day back. Can you believe that? Who the hell pulls that shit?” She asked rhetorically, appalled at the amount of work they already had. “You know i’d be down with this system if it meant not having to sit in those boring ass classrooms all day.” She said with a shrug. “Just think of it this way, the faster we get this shit done the faster we get out of that joint. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.”

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tomwindsors:

“It’s socially acceptable to eat it, so yeah, probably.” Tom thought about reminding her that he hadn’t asked, but considering the amount of alcohol that was already in his system, he wasn’t looking to fight with her right now. Usually, that was saved for later, when they were loitering around the halls at school or passing notes during class. “Red. That’s the only acceptable answer to that question. If you think otherwise, we’re done here.” Tom feigned seriousness as he spoke. “All I heard is that you like getting shots of our asses. Can’t say I’m surprised, Davis.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Did you seriously think that was going to impress me? Anyone that forces a brain freeze upon themselves like that doesn’t have any self respect. Besides, chugging something with actual alcohol in it is so much harder.” Tom smirked as he watched her take the loss, but he reeled it back in rather quickly. She could be pretty cute when she wanted to be, but there was no way in hell he’d ever communicate that to her. “If only I needed to.” He stumbled a little as she pushed his chest, but refrained from matching her laughter. “I don’t think the loser gets to dictate that. Besides, you didn’t specify what I’d get anyways.” Although it didn’t seem like it, Tom gave actual thought to what he wanted out of Sabrina. Going somewhere to talk would have been nice, but it also wasn’t them, so he kept it light and went for what he usual did. “Let’s go upstairs while I think.”

“As a meal though? I think it only counts for five year olds.” They were speaking total nonsense yet for some reason here she still was talking to him, the same guy she was always yelling and and calling out for his antics. Maybe people were right when they said she needed to lighten up a bit more once in a while. “Well I guess we’re done here. Because i’m team orange all the way.” She said with a shrug. “Mmm. One of the perks of the job. I can officially say I can call who has the best ass on the team.” Her smile quickly turned into a cocky smirk. “Yeah. I think it does impress you but you won’t ever admit it because then that would imply you actually think i’m cool. And that would just ruin this whole little dynamic we’ve built up all these years.” Sabrina rolled her eyes at his cockiness as he took in his win but still the smile on her face never faltered. Oddly enough, probably more to herself than anyone else, she was having fun hanging out with him. Though if asked she would probably blame it on the alcohol as she had a drink before running in to him. Yep, it had to be the alcohol. “Yeah, yeah. Just come up with something quick. I do have my conditions though. It can’t involve like...lap dances or anything where I have to get my clothes off. Oh, or having to eat anything gross.” She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “Damn. You don’t stop until you get what you want do you?” She pursed her lip in thought, looking down at her can of beer that she still hadn’t finished. She quickly downed the rest of it. If she made any questionable decisions with him that night at least she could blame it on the alcohol some more. “What the hell, fine. I’ll bite. Lead the way.”

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tomwindsors:

“I don’t know. Like you said, I’m pretty black and white. There’s not much grey area to tell you about.” That was far less true than he was making it out to be, but Tom preferred to be percieved that way. No one, with the exception of his brother, new him for anything other than the things Sabrina had identified earlier, and that was exactly the image he wanted to maintain. “But if I had to say something…“ He trailed off as he tried to drum up a fun fact about himself. “If I could eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be fruity pebbles. Hands down.” That was probably his drunken self coming forth, but also a quick attempt to get her to smile again. “You’re still apart of putting it together, though. Plus you have to take all of the pictures of us while we play. You wouldn’t put yourself through that if you hated us, and that’s just facts.” He furrowed his brows at her before taking the can of beer out of her hand. “You know what? I’m not even going to make a comment about how wrong you are. I’m just going to prove it instead.” Cracking open the beer, he knocked the can against her own before bringing it to his lips. If there was one thing Tom could do without fail, it was chug an alcoholic beverage without stopping for air. Finishing his off at least a few seconds before her, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. “I guess I better come up with a prize now.”

Sabrina couldn’t help but smile at his next statement. It was random enough to make her lighten up. “Oh, good choice. I think if I had to pick a food to eat the rest of my life it would probably be mac & cheese though. Or gummy bears. Does that count as a food? ” She asked playfully. “ Okay but the real question here is, and this is gonna make or break this whole thing we’ve got going on right now, what is your favorite skittle’s flavor?” Sabrina couldn’t help but shrug at his statement about taking pictures at all of the football games. “I don’t like going to the dentist either but I still have to do it. This town is all about football and everything we report about is football you either do it or you don’t do shit. I do like getting shots of some of you guys getting your asses kicked though I will admit.“ She raised her brows as she took in his sudden determination. Did he really not want to lose that bad or did he actually want to talk to her that was the real question. “You might not know this about me but i’m kind of the chugging queen. I once finished a whole large slushie in a minute.” She said, raising her brow challengingly, cracking open her can and drinking as soon as he started going at it. She tried to speed it up, determined to beat him but she was only a little more that halfway done when he finished. “Not fair. You totally cheated somehow!” She yelled as she slapped his chest playfully, unable to hold her laughter back at her own defeat. “Hey, just because my prize sucked doesn’t mean you get to go off making your own prizes.”

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tomwindsors:

“I think that’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ve ever given me.” He shrugged. “That pretty much covers it. It’s not like you care to know about anything else, so why waste my breath?” Tom didn’t pay any mind to how indifferent she seemed. If anything, it only made his gaze wander to the people behind her. “You talk a lot of shit for someone that dedicates a ten page spread to the team alone. Or is it twelve pages this year?” He titled his head to the side, his eyes narrowing questioningly. “Don’t tell me I have to wait for the yearbook to find out.” Scrunching up his empty cup, he dropped it to the floor and stood on it with his foot. “That’s why I said you should get a drink first. Or did you not process that part of the conversation?” He raised both of his brows at her. “I thought the non-cheerleading girls supposed to be smart.”

“The first and last one i’ll ever give you so don’t get used to it.” She said, trying not to smile as she poked at his chest again. He could be kinda clever when he wanted to be and that kept her interested in the conversation. “Because then maybe i’d care to keep up a conversation with you that lasts longer than a minute? But okay, you’ve piqued my interest. What’s something about you that would shock me to learn? I’m asking off the record.” She put her phone down on a nearby table and put her hands up to symbolize that she came in peace. “Unfortunately I don’t get to decide what we print. I’m just kinda there. As long as I get to take pictures i’m happy.” She rolled her eyes and let out a loud groan. “Fine. One drink. But this in no way means i’m going to go find a room with you. It’s just to get you off my back. Actually, let’s make this interesting.” She said as she grabbed two cans of beer since she wasn’t about to do a keg stand in a skirt. “We have a little race. If I win, you leave me alone for the rest of the night. If you win i’ll...attempt not to be a bitch to you for the rest of the night? I don’t know. I’m not anticipating you winning so that’s the best I could come up with.”

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tomwindsors:

“Me? Being a problem? When have I ever?” Tom placed his hand on his chest as if was offended by the accusation. “I sure can. I can count from one to ten on a good day too. Maybe if you removed your head from behind the lens once in a while, you’d actually learn that about me.” He glanced away from her as he laugh. “But that would be another thing that people can’t do sober. And I’m not drunk enough to do that for you in public. Nice try though.” He smirked to conceal another laugh. “We’re still offering shit to the world, Sabrina. This town would be nothing without us and everyone knows it.” Although the comment sounded conceited, there was a certain amount of truth to it. The football players were constantly being praised around Dillon, and Tom couldn’t imagine a time where that would change. “One or the other. But then you’ve gotta come find a room with me.”

“Wow. Look at you being an overachiever. I bet that makes you the smartest guy on the team.” Sabrina looked up at him curiously. “What else is there to learn about you? You’ve made it pretty clear over the years that all you’re interested in is football, booze, and girls.” His next statement quickly had her rolling her eyes and she was reminded just why she chose not to waste her time on football players. “That says something about this shitty town when having the shittiest high school football team in Texas is what puts us on the map.” She shook her head. “I’ve gotta find a room with you? Sorry, i’m not drunk enough to do that for you. Nice try though.” She said with a smirk, repeating the same thing he had said to her moments before.

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tomwindsors:

“You are, and there isn’t any amount of stolen beer that can make it less irritating for me.” Tom shoved her hand away gently, even though it technically hadn’t touched his head. “What can I say? I decided to build a tolerance over the summer. Well, something of a tolerance. I wouldn’t be able to say the alphabet backwards if someone asked, but I don’t think I could do that sober either.” He admitted without a care. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. We spend our free time being knocked onto our heads and thrown into the ground. It leaves even the best of us a little stunted.” Tearing his gaze away from her face, he looked down at her phone as she typed away on it. “You must be pretty bored here if you’re deciding to do work instead of hanging out with us.” 

“Did you ever consider that meant maybe that means it’s you who’s the problem here? Not me?” She asked as she shoved his hand back, just as gently. “Can you recite the alphabet forwards when you’re sober either? That’s the real question.” The question was more of a joke than her actually trying to be a dick. “You know what they should make people do instead of reciting the alphabet backwards? That thing where you try to rub your belly and pat your head at the same time. Can you do that?” She pursed her lips. “So you guys prefer having nothing to offer to the world than throwing around a couple of balls and getting your asses beat to the ground?” She sighed and opened up Instagram, scrolling down the page in boredom. “What do you suggest I do instead of this? Shot gun a beer or do a keg stand?”

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mckenziebrooks:

“Have you gotten any real answers or just ‘GOING TO STATE, YEAH!’?” Mack asked, doing her best exaggerated impression of a deep voiced football player, which apparently worked when several drunk dudes repeated her sentiment. 

“Honestly? A good amount of them admitted they hope they don’t get their asses handed to them again. People will tell you almost anything if they’ve got enough alcohol in them. I’d feel bad for them if I didn’t know the fuck boys they really are. So i’m making sure all of these quotes get published.” She said with a laugh. The way the pack mentality not only at Lion parties but the town itself was baffling to Sabrina. “Watch this.” She cupped her hands around her moving, shouting in a low voice, similar to Mack’s. “Clear eyes, full hearts...” She started, letting the football players finish the mantra.

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tomwindsors:

“Did the newspaper also request that you annoy the crap out of people while they’re trying to get wasted?” He tapped the side of his head with his index fnger, his face momentarily scrunching up. “Wait, let me guess. You’re doing that one on your own.” He let out a sigh. “I’m hoping for a season of us not getting our asses kicked. There, happy?”

“No, that’s a special move I reserve just for you, Tommy boy.” Sabrina said with a wink and a click of her tongue. “What’s got your panties in a twist tonight? Am I rattling those few remaining brain cells you have left up there?” She motioned up to the same spot on his head he had his finger on. “Or are you actually looking forward to turning your liver into a raisin?” She shrugged a shoulder as she typed away at her phone. “I am. I didn’t expect you to be able to string together enough words to form a full sentence. Most of your boys have just grunted things like ‘football good’, ‘state’, or ‘titties’. They’re very eloquent, that team of yours.”

[davissabrina-blog]

"Okay, so the newspaper has me going around to ask everyone what they’re hoping for this new school year.” Sabrina sighed, keeping her gaze on her phone as she took her notes. “Look, I don’t like this shit anymore than you do. But the faster you answer the question the faster i’ll be out of your hair.”

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