she’s used to this ; moving around every other year or so, packing up her life in a matter of weeks & relocating herself wholly & completely. it’s part of the package deal in being her father’s daughter & her mother’s offspring. there’s always some hospital willing to pay her father more for his expertise ; always some city that piques her mother’s interest more. gerard wouldn’t do it if he had a choice, wanting to give audrey a comfortable, stable schooling life, but somehow annemarie always manages to talk him around. audrey doesn’t mind, really : she’ll do anything to make her father happy. & besides, it’s not like it’s ever been difficult for her to integrate herself into a school. she has the natural charm & charisma & by the time she leaves audrey has always secured herself top position in the social hierarchy.
she’s used to the stares that come with being audrey marisa elisabeth grace valentine, & she pays them no heed as she makes her way to her given locker, but it doesn’t take long for her to pick up on the whispers. some are about her, as expected, but many - many - are not. the slightest of frowns creases her porcelain brow, & audrey notices them directed at the dark-haired girl whose locker it appears is next to hers. tucking a lock of hair behind her ear & shifting the weight of her first class’s books from one arm to the other, she can’t help but raise an auburn brown in curious cynicism. audrey valentine, outcast by association? that’s something that wouldn’t exist even in a million alternate dimensions. ❛ I wouldn’t worry about me ; people not wanting to talk to me is not anything I’ve ever experienced. ❜ green eyes notice the slight tremble of too-large smile ; take in the dangerous glint in the other’s dark eyes. ❛ Thanks for the heads up though. ❜
cora hummed noncommittally, trying to straighten the dent
she’d just made in her locker. she used to be on the BHH girls’
soccer and lacrosse teams, and she’d always been STRONG.
then again, the keyword was probably used. when she paused
to think about it, what the other girl replied made a l i t t l e bit of
sense. she was beautiful like a painting more than a real, living
person, a splash of pink and auburn and pale cream against canvas.
there was a time where she might have been friends with a girl like that.
or at the very least taken a great deal of PLEASURE in teasing her. now,
there was something a lot closer to desperate e n v y welling inside her,
seeping through her bones, hiding in the marrow. cora had grown resigned
a long time ago. to her fate, to the curse, to the B U R D E N derek had to
bear. her own problems sometimes made her hate him, a vicious, aching
thing inside her, but she knew, if she had to choose, she’d pick her lot over
his. yet there was a fearlessness to this girl that made cora want something
more, for a moment. to pretend.
“to each their own SOCIAL SUICIDE, right?” without waiting
for an answer, she shoved the necessary books back into her bag,
gingerly closing her locker this time. “or maybe they’ll see a stand
up gal like yourself and learn to mind their own business. have you
lived in a town like that, before? where everyone knows everything
about you before you open your mouth?” she didn’t even realize she
was furthering the conversation. it was like SOMETHING about this girl
drew out the inviting side of even the most cynical people. it wasn’t a
thought, it was an instinct.
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