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never a clean break → hargo flashback

TAGGING → Hadie Athanasius (@hadieathanasius) & Margo Vasilovich

TIMELINE → Spring 2020

SETTING → Margo’s room

SUMMARY → Things between Margo and Hadie were complicated as they tried to navigate dating new people last year...

This all felt so familiar to Margo, sitting on her bed next to Hadie, leaning more on his shoulder than on the headboard, reaching out to touch him whenever she felt like it. Only it was different now, too. Her touches were playful swats and friendly nudges instead of the intimacy they’d shared before, and their conversation today had her stomach twisted into jealous knots. Still, Margo had kept her promise that she wouldn’t act quite so crazy about him dating other people — it was much easier to keep, knowing she’d just had the world’s most romantic date with Cash and that hopefully Hadie would feel the same yucky feelings she got, hearing about her with someone else. “See, didn’t I do such a good job being like... a normal friend, talking to you about Addison and Carter?” Margo asked lightly, keeping her face neutral instead of wrinkling her nose like she wanted to. “We’re crushing this ‘mature exes’ thing now, I’m so proud of us! Or well, I’m proud of me,” Margo amended, ignoring the traitorous way her heart sped up as they turned the conversation to her instead. She was supposed to be invested in her exciting possible new love story, but at the moment, she was almost more invested in seeing how Hadie would react. “Now it’s your turn to crush it, go ahead, ask me about my super duper amazing date!”

It'd been way too long since Hadie and Margo had hung out alone like this, and a huge part of him had to admit that he was relieved that it was still so easy. She'd been one of his favorite people to hang out with since he'd gotten to Auradon and maybe now that they were both dating other people, they'd be okay and they could form their own kind of cool, new normal. "You did such a great job! Like, a ten out of ten, would recommend you as a normal friend to absolutely everyone else in the world! Except not really because then you wouldn't have enough time for me, and the world needs more Margo and Hadie Normal Friend Time! We should have our own theme song," he laughed, "because that's how proud of you I am!" His big smile paused a little bit at the mention of her 'super duper amazing date' as he willed his eyes not to roll. How romantic could a first date with someone who barely knew Margo even really be? She was probably just trying to brag because she felt insecure about all of his super awesome dates lately, and he had to let her feel like she was at least on par with him. "Alright, here I go, prepare to be decimated in normalness! Hoooooow was your super duper amazing awesometastic date?" He punched her shoulder like he might do to a totally casual buddy, because they were totally casual buddies. "With, uh, who was it again?"

Margo personally thought she was deserving of a 15/10 or higher, but there was no way to tell Hadie that without admitting how much it all still stung. She knew it was her fault; she knew that she’d broken up with him and that he had every right to date other people, but she didn’t really feel much happiness for him. All her happiness was coming from just knowing she was the one around him today and not Carter stupid La Bouff, and from knowing she finally had a story to rub in his face too. “Please, like I’d ever be too busy for you,” Margo scolded, poking him in the side. “Or at least, not too busy with other people. If I’m like training for a marathon or something though, bye,” she teased, stretching her legs out longer instinctively at the thought of so much running. She was briefly glad it was so cold outside today, because it meant she was bundled up in warm clothes and didn’t have to worry about any skin to skin contact when she let her leg come to a rest pressed against Hadie’s. “Oh my God, you’re already losing if you don’t even remember who it was!” Margo giggled, trying to think of the best way to describe her date with Cash to make it sound way better than anything Hadie was doing. “It was with Cash Forrester! You know, the one whose mom was on Bolt? So cute!” She didn’t clarify if she meant the show or Cash, because she probably meant both, right? Objectively Cash was cute, and she liked talking to him, and the date he’d taken her on was super swoon-worthy. “And seriously, he took me on the most romantic first date of all time! Quick, what’s your favorite rom com scene of all time?” Margo demanded, not wanting to finish her story until she knew if she had done something Hadie loved with Cash. The petty part of her that wanted Hadie to feel the same pang of regret about not being together anymore that she felt didn’t want to miss a chance to mention it if she had!

Hadie giggled at the side-poke, swatting her fingers away with his own. "Hey, if you're training for a marathon, I'm learning to cheerlead for you, you know, to keep you motivated; you can't escape me that easily," he teased back, letting his leg lean more against hers as soon as they were pressed together. "I remember who it was! Duh, of course I do. I just forget the dude's name sometimes, but that's not my fault! It's not a super memorable name, you know! But okay, Bolt Boy, nice." He covered his excuses with some chuckles, but the truth was that of course he was way too aware that it was Cash Forrester, son of the lady from the Bolt franchise, an ASU junior, who'd taken Margo out on a date. It was just way too pathetic to say he'd been paying that situation too much attention ever since he caught wind of it; besides, it would make it sound like he wasn't over Margo if he cared THAT much who she was asking out in public, and he was. He was dating two awesome people, TWO, which was one more than Margo, if Cash even was that awesome, which Hadie highly suspected he wasn't. After all, Margo had had to ask Cash to ask her out -- how great could he really be if he didn't even do that himself? "Oh, that's an easy one! Sweet Home Alabama, at the end, in the rain, when Reese Witherspoon says she wants to marry him and he asks why and she says, 'So I can kiss you anytime I want'," Hadie said, taking on a little bit of a Southern accent to deliver the line from the movie, looking right into Margo's eyes when he did. "Did you guys do anything that cool?" He originally wanted to say something like he was sure there was no way they'd done something that romantic but that didn't seem supportive and he was trying, really! After all, he had no reason to be jealous, not really. And he wasn't! He was just objectively judging the romanticness of a date his friend had gone on, that's all.

"Are you going to wear the uniform and everything for me? Not the dumb boy pants, the fun flippy skirt and stuff," Margo teased, biting down on her lower lip to keep from thinking about it too hard. She might have wanted to dress Hadie up in a cheerleading outfit just to take it off of him in the past, like a fun Halloween costume-swap where she was the football player with him, but... she couldn't think about those things anymore. Or at least, she shouldn't, even if her mind totally still went there sometimes even now. She was glad that she had so many memories of herself and Hadie to help her block out imagining what he must be like with Addison, and worse, Carter. She wanted to feel like she was still the most special to him, even after everything that had transpired, and it was selfish to be thinking it, but not nearly as selfish as saying it out loud! Progress, Margo mentally applauded herself, then shifted her mind back to Cash and the fantasies he'd let her live out in real life, instead of whatever actual fantasy her mind was trying to conjure about stripping down with Hadie. "We totally did do something that cool, because that scene is exactly one of the ones we acted out," Margo lied, turning her full attention towards Hadie, wanting to see some brief flash of jealousy. She couldn't linger too long, though, before it was obvious what she was trying to do, so she bumped her shoulder against his playfully again as she corrected, "Just kidding, Cash said he avoided water scenes because he didn't want me getting all wet on our first date! He's so considerate." She swooned a little more than was strictly necessary for effect, sighing dreamily as she said, "He did act out the prom scene from the Duff for me, though. The 'are you going to get your crown? No, I'm going to get the girl' one that I love so much."

"Oh, I'd never dream of wearing the dumb boy pants. It's the fun flippy skirt or bust," Hadie laughed back. "Go, Margo, go!" He kicked his leg up for a second as if he was cheering then laughed, settling back against Margo happily. When they were talking about anything other than the people they were dating, it was so easy to forget that things were different. It was so, so easy to forget that this wasn't flirting, that it couldn't be. It wasn't allowed to be. They were exes, and more than that, they were just friends. And just friends didn't flirt or imagine having sex in a cheerleader skirt. Still, that didn't mean Hadie had to like hearing about her and the things she was doing with a new guy. It just meant he had to pretend he liked it. His eyes bugged out of his head when she said they'd done his favorite scene -- and when she hadn't even reacted to the way he delivered that line so smoothly, in his own opinion. Rain scenes were so romantic! His heart dropped to his stomach thinking that maybe she had met her romantic match, that maybe it wasn't him... but nope, no, he wasn't allowed to worry about that, he wasn't allowed to think about that, and thankfully she changed the topic to something he could make fun of. "Getting you wet on the first date sounds like fun! He missed out on that one," Hadie laughed, smiling so hard his face hurt, "but the prom scene is cool, that one's really fun! It's not exactly the most romantic scene of all time though, is it?" That last bit slipped in there before he could help himself.

Margo was glad Hadie was fake cheering for her, because she thought it might mask the sigh she let slip from her lips. She knew all of this like the back of her hand -- the way it was to be around him, the way it felt to be near him -- and she hated that she'd given it up. Right now this was okay, when he wasn't serious with anyone, but someday, Addison or Carter or maybe someone else entirely would take her old place in his life, and then where would she be? Wanting to be with him still, she figured. But maybe Cash could be the guy to finally shake her out of that. Maybe Cash could be the epic love story she'd been wanting so badly, the one that made her forget all about her high school love. High school loves never stayed together forever, they just didn't, but Hadie made it hard not to hope that they could have been the one in a million to make it work anyway. "Ew, no, we were on film! I mean, I'm not totally prissy or anything but I still wanted to look cute for the rest of the date, not all soggy," Margo chided him. "Unless you mean like, getting me the other kind of wet, but that's way too much for a first date, the only person that's gotten me all... you know is still you," she said, swallowing thickly. Why had she said that? Hadie didn't need to know that nothing even vaguely sexy was happening with Cash yet, and he definitely didn't need a reminder of times things with them had escalated to that level. She missed it, though. For as much as she was all about romance and the softer things, she'd loved her physical relationship with Hadie, too, and with him pressed up beside her like this it was harder than usual not to ache for it. "And the prom scene was just one of the ones we did! But also, don't downplay that scene, it's very romantic in the context of the movie! He may not be the popular douche bag and I may not be anybody's DUFF for real, but that doesn't mean it's not one of those movie moments that has you cheering! And when they're making out in the computer lab and he says he's going to kill himself if she's doing homework right now? I know it's kind of insensitive maybe, but I love that part, too," Margo said, purposefully not clarifying whether they'd continued the scene on to that part of not.

Hadie laughed, his face getting warm as he tried to hold back the correction on which type of wet he'd initially thought about in relation to Margo, especially in a date-type setting. And he was glad he held his tongue, since Margo went there next anyway and gave him some very VERY important information. Cash hadn't gotten Margo there, Hadie was still the only person who'd gotten Margo all hot and bothered, and that all mattered to him way more than he wanted it to. He couldn't help the obnoxiously large smile that crossed his face at the news. "Who, me?" Hadie asked fake-humbly, shaking his head. "What an honor!" It was a weird whiplash of emotions from feeling proud of himself for still being the best sexy experience of Margo's life to getting turned on from how close they were to feeling disappointed that maybe while she wasn't getting sexy with someone else, she was definitely getting romantic with somebody else. She was right, he was totally downplaying that scene, but how could he not? He didn't want to admit that maybe some other guy could meet Margo's romantic standards when he clearly must have failed at that to end up her guy friend she told about the guys taking her on dates instead of the lucky guy who got to make out with her on a computer lab table. "I love that part too," Hadie admitted almost quietly. "It's one of the hottest makeout scenes I can think of off the top of my head. Did you guys do anything more fun? Like in Princess Diaries 2 when they're fighting and then kiss and fall into the fountain? Or not because Cash is incapable of getting you wet?"

Margo had been trying so hard to stay level-headed during this conversation, but she should have known better than to think she could handle an entire conversation about dating with Hadie without getting worked up. Even with her in the driver seat, talking about her encounters instead of his for once, his questions were managing to get a rise out of her. She folded her arms over her chest defensively, fixing him with a pointed glare. "I didn't say he wasn't capable of it, I said he hadn't done it yet ," Margo said, her voice teetering on venomous. He hadn't liked it very much when she'd tried to declare herself as better than any of his new love interests; Margo wasn't going to just sit here and let him claim no one else could ever do the things he'd done to her. Maybe she was overreacting and being dramatic, but well... that's how she always was about love. It was a big deal, it meant everything to her, and she wasn't in it with Cash yet but she wanted to be, if he was going to keep being so sweet to her. "He's totally hot, and if he keeps being this sweet and romantic, I'll be super wet in no time!" Unfortunately for Margo, though, right now it wasn't Cash that had her feeling hot and bothered. The second Hadie described the scene in Princess Diaries where their arguing ended with a frustrated heated kiss, the only person she could imagine doing that with was him, right here and right now. She should have kept that thought to herself -- gotten off his bed, started pacing, making it abundantly clear to him that he couldn't say stuff like this because it wasn't his place. Instead, though, she narrowed her eyes at him further, saying, "Besides, he's not even fake annoying enough for me to need to kiss him to shut him up! The only person being annoying right now is you."

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure," Hadie said, stretching the word out as he bit his lip to keep from smiling too wide. He was being a little bit of a jerk and he knew it, but it was hard to resist poking the bear when Margo kept trying so hard, too hard, to defend herself and her new burgeoning relationship, if she could even call it that. Maybe Hadie had been initially threatened when he saw them interacting on the dash, but now that he'd heard more about their date especially, in Hadie's mind, Cash was someone she'd go on one date with and end up realizing she deserved better, because she did; Margo was amazing, and one gimmicky "romcom date" wasn't good enough for her. Especially not if the dude hadn't pulled out some of the steamier romcom tropes. The scene from the Duff was fun, but if it was Hadie's date, he and Margo would be kissing in the rain, making out on tabletops, slowdancing all alone and letting their hands wander a little too much... and thinking about that sort of thing made him far too worked up. Before, if he got frustrated, he just let Margo know and they did things and the world felt better, but right now, he had to sit on his hands to keep them from roaming her legs, her side, her face. The only way to get frustration out was by shouting, and so he let himself yell a little bit. "Good, I'm super happy for you and your potential future wetness!" He shook his head, looking away for a second and only looking back when Margo mentioned kissing somebody to shut them up. He hated that he loved that it was obvious he was getting her worked up too. At least he wasn't frustrated alone. Even if she did just find him annoying right now, he realized he found her annoying too. Or, at least, he found the fact that she seemed to think some other dude could take his place was annoying as anything else had ever been. "Oh yeah? Well, if you want to shut me up, you know how to do it, then!" Hadie said, getting louder as he let himself lean in closer to her face. He just wanted to take her face and kiss her, but he couldn't; she was the reason they weren't together anymore, if she ever wanted him like that again, she had to do something about it. Otherwise, he'd just let himself get as close as possible and feel the tiny sliver of space between them pulsating hard with how much he wanted to close it.

Margo had always followed her heart more than her head, and that was the situation she found herself in now. Her heart was getting her into trouble -- saying things she couldn't take back, saying things that opened doors she should keep closed... and worst of all, keeping her from making what should have been the obvious choice. A smarter girl would remind herself that Hadie was dating other people now and so was she, and that kissing him, even just out of frustration, could only lead to bad things. Her heart, though, hated the idea that she'd already possibly kissed Hadie for the last time. Her heart couldn't deal with the idea of this being over, really and forever over, even if she had been the one to end it. He was so close that her heart was hammering in her chest, and she wouldn't have been surprised if he could have literally heard how loud it was. Maybe the only thing louder was her breathing, which was suddenly short from the increased proximity. Margo bit her lip, hesitating for just a moment, but her brain didn't provide any comeback, and her body refused to move any farther away, much less to leave . Without another moment to let her brain keep her from what her heart really wanted, Margo, squared her body towards his, murmuring, "God, just shut up," as her hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close enough for her lips to forcefully meet his.

Being this close to Margo was intoxifying. Hadie loved how hazy he was after eating lots of sugar, but that feeling had nothing on how he felt within breathing distance of Margo; it made his whole body hyper-aware of hers and made his heart pump so loudly all over his tall frame that he felt like he was vibrating. He missed having this feeling of being so alive every time he got to be close to her and if this was the only chance he'd get now that they were just friends, he was going to enjoy it. Thankfully she didn't move away. She let him sit in the moment and breathe it in, and then, in a magical instance that Hadie was almost sure he'd imagined, her hands were on his face and their lips were reunited and he felt his whole body melt at her touch. The way she'd grabbed him and told him to shut up had him even more amped up than he'd been a second ago and he kissed back fervently, as if he wouldn't get a chance to do it ever again. He'd kissed other people, recently even, but nothing had felt this electric, this incredible. His hands roamed down her sides to her waist and ass, reacquainting themselves with Margo's body that he loved so much, as he started rolling over on instinct, trying to get her on top of him.

There had been a million thoughts racing through Margo's head in the moments before she'd kissed Hadie, but once their bodies were connected, the thoughts all disappeared. She was going on pure feeling -- on the way her heart felt like it had grown three sizes from how right their bodies felt together, the way her skin was prickling up into goosebumps, and the way that once she started, she couldn't possibly get close enough. It was so much more than just shutting him up with a simple kiss, but this was so much better than the arguing; this was everything she'd been missing for months and more, and her body followed Hadie's, one leg swinging over his body so that she straddled his lap. The reasons for why she shouldn't be with Hadie anymore had disappeared, and all she knew was that her hands were roaming just as much as his were, scraping at the back of his neck as they traveled lower, all the way down to the hem of his shirt. She barely even paused as she kissed down his neck, only breaking the contact as she pulled his shirt up over his head. "This is better than arguing," she said breathlessly, tossing his shirt to the side as her lips found his once more.

It really felt like no time had passed at all from their last kiss to this one, but that wasn't really true. There'd been heartbreak between then and now, and jealousy, and different mouths to kiss and eyes to fall into; none of that mattered right now, though. One of Hadie's biggest regrets was that he hadn't known his last kiss with Margo would be his last, and now that he could to taste it again, he wouldn't take it for granted. Maybe tomorrow they wouldn't talk about this (or maybe tomorrow they'd be all good and together again, a traitorous part of his brain that hoped maybe Margo wanted to get back together whispered) but today all he had to worry about was how good this all felt. A small sigh escaped him as Margo straddled him and when she made her move to remove his shirt, his arms raised instinctively to help her out. "Way better," he murmured against her lips as his hips raised some for some traction against hers. He knew that with Margo, she didn't want her first time to be unimportant to unromantic, but they'd done a little more than this while they were together so it didn't feel out of the question to try and get to where they'd been. His hands slid under her shirt and relished in the feel of her soft, silky skin before fisting the bottom of her top and yanking it upwards. "Please," he smiled, "your turn. Off."

Margo whined at the friction when Hadie shifted his hips. She didn't know what sex with him would feel like -- or what it would feel like with anyone, honestly, and it was by her own choice. Still, if he could get her this worked up just with slight movements and the way that his hands trailed up under her shirt, she could only imagine that it would be wonderful. And she had imagined; when they were together and doing everything but, and even more since they'd broken up and she'd found herself wondering if other people were getting to touch him in ways that she never had. A traitorous part of her brain wondered why she'd been so adamant about waiting for it to be with her future husband; the idea of Hadie doing it with someone else before he ever did it with her made her heart ache, and she swallowed thickly as she let him peel her shirt over her head, thinking what if we did it now. It was insane that it even crossed her mind, but as she trailed kisses down his neck and let her hands roam over his bare chest, she found that she really didn't hate the thought the way she used to. It didn't matter if they weren't together; he was hers, and the fact that he was dating other people but still kissing her like this just proved it to her. If Carter or Addison were really that special, then why was she the one whose skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he was touching her, and why did she find one of her hands between their bodies, cupping him through his pants and letting her eyes raise up to look at his for the signal that it was okay to do more?

Hadie's eyes traveled down from Margo's gorgeous face to her flushed chest, her taut stomach, her perfect legs straddling his waist and back up again; the sight was enough to make him moan and his hips hitched up again on impulse. It wasn’t that he was trying to make anything happen more than had ever happened before. It was more of the fact that Margo in various stages of undress had been one of Hadie’s favorite views ever since the first time he'd gotten to see her like that, and while he knew that they weren't together anymore and that this didn't mean to her what it once had, it still got him excited like nothing else ever had. He hadn't gotten this far with any other people yet, but even when he was by himself and imagining someone on top of him peppering him with love and affection and enough well-placed kisses and friction that he dissolved into a puddle of whimpers, he almost always imagined that person being Margo still. That had to be for a reason, right? Yes, Margo had decided that Hadie wasn't her one big love, but maybe he was! Or maybe he could be… or maybe it happened that just because he wasn't her one big love didn't mean that she wasn't his, because the rapture he found in his breathy giggles as Margo felt up his torso certainly felt more than skin deep. And when her hand found the front of his pants, sending a shock through his body, and her painfully beautiful eyes met his, it felt like she was touching him all the way to his core. He started nodding before he even registered that she was asking a question. "Yes, please," he gasped, his hands skimming her skin where they could just to feel close to her as the following promise escaped him as easily as a shudder and a groan. "Yes, yes, do whatever you want to me. You always can, whatever you want."

Margo's breath caught at Hadie's answer. There was nobody like him, nothing like this... how could she have ever thought anyone else would make her feel this way? How could she have thrown away someone who's earnestness and eagerness made her feel like she was melting, made it hard to understand where one of them ended and the other began? She was so stupid -- so insecure, so obsessed with her stupid cliches, and she was just so lucky that even after all of this, they were still here. Still friends, still close... still comfortable enough to be like this with each other, closer than close, even. In this moment, though, Margo wanted more; she needed to be near him more than she ever had before, needed to do whatever she could to erase the past months of pain and sadness and weirdness. "I want everything," Margo whispered, so softly she didn't even know if he could make out her words, as her hands deftly worked the button of his jeans and gingerly drew them down off of his hips. They'd been so frantic just a moment ago, so urgent, like if they skipped a single beat this would end and they'd go back to that weird in between space they'd occupied since their breakup. Suddenly though, Margo felt so tender towards him, desperate to take her time and make this last... for now, maybe forever. Maybe this would be the moment he forgot all the hurt she'd caused, the one that made them go back to being them the way they had been before she'd messed it all up. And if not... Maybe it could still be a perfect moment for her to keep with her always, to claim her as his in a way that no one else would ever be able to. "Please," Margo said softly, using her hands to guide his to her waistband, urging him to undress her the way she was undressing him. Her fingers trailed back towards the skin she'd just exposed, grasping his length as she waited for him to catch her meaning. "I want this. I want you," she told him, her voice wavering slightly even though on the inside, she felt more confident than she'd ever been.

Hadie had never understood what the phrase "out-of-body experience meant", but now he wondered why people didn't talk about "in-body-experiences" more, those moments where he felt the most in touch with his body than he ever had, where every single nerve and every inch of skin felt everything, where a lover's whispers could travel and leave him feeling warm and tingly, desperate and calm. It felt exactly like falling in love with Margo had in the first place, except instead of just in his heart, it was all over his body. It was such an overwhelming feeling that it took him a minute to realize what 'everything' could mean and his eyes must have been the size of the moon as he followed her lead to undress her. "I..." He started, but his voice hitched in his throat as he felt her soft hands on his hard-on, and he let out a soft gasp as his head fell back for a second at how good that felt. "Wow," he whispered, raising his head again to look her in the eyes. Every time his eyes met hers, it was like a jolt to the system how beautiful she was, how incredible, how fiercely passionate. And right now, she was passionate about him, enough to want to do what she said she'd only ever want to do with The One. Did that mean she thought it was him? That he was the guy? He found himself hoping so, because he'd never wanted somebody as much as he wanted Margo. "I want you too," he promised, getting more excited as it felt like this was really going to happen. "I've always wanted it to be you." He said that last bit with a lump in his throat; it was almost scary, being so vulnerable, but it felt right for how intimate they were being anyway and for the big thing they were about to share together.

A million thoughts raced through Margo's head as she continued to touch Hadie, firmly enough for it to feel good for him but gently enough that it set the tone. Gentle. She wanted her first time to be soft, romantic, special... She wanted him to keep looking at her just like that, like there was no one else in the world but her, nobody else who could possibly ever matter to him. Then there were the practical things, too. Did he have a condom? Should she stay on top like she was now, or should he let her flip them over, laying her down on the bed of pillows they'd been leaning against before? It would come to them, though. The right thing to do, the right way for this to be... Everything had always been right with them, until she'd gone and cut things off and made everything wrong instead. This could be their new beginning, though. This could be their fresh start, and Margo could feel her throat clogging with the emotion of it all. "I lo..." she started to say, because she'd always obsessed over her first time being because of love, being with "the one." She couldn't let Hadie have her whole body without knowing that he still had her whole heart, too, without hearing that she still had his... And then just as she started to say it, his phone buzzed from his night stand, loud and jarring and breaking the spell that she'd been under just a moment ago.

Margo blinked, reality setting over her... but she'd felt so sure. She'd felt so ready, and Hadie was still here, in the palm of her hand, undressed and underneath her, and she just missed him. She missed him terribly, and just a few minutes ago when they'd been arguing about her date with Cash, he'd felt the farthest away he'd ever been. Margo didn't want that; she wanted him the closest he'd ever been, and she ignored his phone, squeezing her eyes shut as her hand trailed back up to where she could lace her fingers through his instead. Forget having enough space between them for her to stroke him and get him ready; they'd waited so long for this. She didn't want to wait anymore, didn't want to risk anything else making her lose her nerve. What did she need to ask for a condom for, anyway? She was on birth control; she was his first, she was sure of it. There was no way he'd been with Addison or Carter or even Lucy, not with how ready and reactive his body was for her. And Margo was choosing him; she was picking him as the one, and that meant that she'd never have to worry about whether he'd have anyone else's stupid sex germs on him ever, right? Margo kissed him deeply again, moaning into his mouth at the feel of her bare chest pressing against his, and while she did, she wiggled her hips, until she was pretty confident that he was positioned right between her legs, right where she could guide him inside of her for the first time, once he said those three little words that she needed to her. "What are you thinking right now?" she whispered, a lock of her long blonde hair falling in her face as she waited, long enough to where it was probably tickling his cheek too. Almost, she thought as her heart hammered wildly against her chest. She almost wasn't a virgin anymore, and who cared if it went against everything she'd ever thought about how her life would go? She'd been lucky enough to find Hadie young, and this was her chance to have him back, to keep him for always. She bit down on her lip, looking at expectantly, her body quivering from anticipation...

And then, the stupid phone buzzed again, more incessant this time, as if it was more than one message at a time. "I'm turning this off," Margo announced, frustrated at how this was going less than perfectly. But that was okay, right? The sex itself didn't need to be perfect; in fact, as far as she knew, the first time usually was kind of uncomfortable. What mattered was Hadie was perfect, and they had been perfect together, before... so she over to grab the phone, gasping at the way their lower halves brushed as she did. So close, she wanted it so much, and all she had to do was press this stupid power button and it would be time. Only as she fumbled to find the button and press it down, the screen lit up again, and her stomach dropped at seeing the names Addison Pendragon and Carter La Bouff both on the screen. Addy's text was all heart eyes and smiley emojis, about how she couldn't wait for their date tomorrow and no stop, you're the cute one! and Carter's only made her feel sicker, an eggplant emoji with a laughing emoji next to it. Next time I'll share some with you!, the double text read, and instead of turning the phone off, Margo dropped the phone instead, letting it clatter to the floor as she scrambled off of Hadie, putting as much distance between them as she could.

Being dumped after what had felt like the perfect relationship, losing the best friend he'd made in Auradon in the face of post-break-up awkwardness, and kissing strangers trying to find someone that sparked even half as much in him as Margo did had hurt Hadie more than he would've ever admitted, not even to himself. He didn't even realize how desperate he'd been to find something to snuff out the pain that had built up until now. Yes, he'd been hurt, but it was worth it to end up together again. They just needed to be together, and one, and then they'd be perfect. Hadie wasn't sure how to do that, since he'd never done it before, but that didn't matter. They were Hadie and Margo, they'd figure it out. And he didn't think his heart could've started beating harder but then she started saying she loved him and he honestly could've passed out right there and then.

Because he loved her too. Of course he did, he'd never stopped.

As much as he wanted to be so close to Margo that he was inside of her, he wanted to hear that she loved him even more, so much that his chest ached. He hadn't come over to Margo's expecting for anything to happen, so he hadn't put his phone on silent, but did it even matter? There wasn't a single call or text important enough to interrupt this. "Leave it," he said breathily, bringing their joined hands closer to his mouth so he could kiss her fingers, because gods, he wanted to kiss her so badly, to press his lips all over her body. As if she could read his mind, she brought her lips to his and they kissed like their lives depended on it, their chests were flush against each other, and he couldn't imagine that sex got any better than this feeling. Then she moved against him a little bit, getting into position, and he realized he somehow still had no idea how good it could be, but he was about to find out and he couldn't be more excited to be doing it with Margo. This was the way it was supposed to be, and he knew it, and finally she knew it too.

And if she didn't know it, she'd given him the perfect opportunity to tell her. "I'm thinking that this can't be happening," Hadie giggled quietly, gazing up at her adoringly as his whole body buzzed with expectancy and hope. "But I always hoped it would." His voice got softer but his confession was loud and true. He'd never stopped thinking about Margo. Never, ever. Even when he didn't fit her vision of her ideal love life and she cut him out, even when they were trying too hard to be friends. He'd never stopped thinking about her or hoping they'd be back to this someday. "Because I always...I've always lov-" But before he could finish and tell her he loved her, his phone was interrupting again. He let out a small whine of disappointment that this wasn't going off without a hitch, and once again they seemed to be in sync, because Margo offered to turn it off and he nodded. Who the heck wanted to message him so badly anyway? He tried to think about who he'd been messaging before he and Margo had started hanging out, but he couldn't remember. It was hard to remember anything aside from Margo right now, especially when her hips ghosted him as she moved to turn off the meanest phone ever. There was so much burning want that coiled in his stomach, and in the time that it took to turn off a phone, he'd be sharing that want with her...

Or so he thought, but instead of turning off the phone and getting back on top of him where she belonged, Margo had dropped it and backtracked off of him as if it burned to be near him. Hadie's hazy sex-ready brain didn't really understand that the distance had anything to do with the phone, nor did it react when the sound of his phone hitting the ground reached him. All he could take in was the fact that Margo was out of his space and he didn't know why. "What- what's happening?" he asked, getting up on his elbows to get a better look at Margo and try to make sense of the situation. The sharp turnaround left him feeling cold and confused when he'd been feeling the warmest and most happily settled into his destiny just a moment before, and his forehead creased as he tried to figure it out. "Are you okay?"

There was a teeny, tiny logical part of Margo's brain that knew this was all her own fault. If she hadn't broken up with Hadie, if she hadn't been the one to say they needed to go their separate ways once they started college, then he wouldn't be texting other people in the first place. And if he weren't texting other people, instead of feeling sick to her stomach and scurrying to try and find her clothes on the floor, she'd be having sex right now. Sex! Something that she'd made a big deal of for as long as she'd known what it was, something that was so special and precious to her, and that just a moment ago, she'd wanted so badly. She'd wanted it with Hadie, because even after they'd broken up, even when they'd been fighting about other people, there was nobody else in her life that made her feel so much, that made her believe maybe he was worthy of being the one she did that with for the first time. Margo didn't just want it to be one special memory, though; she wanted it to be one person, forever and ever, over and over again for the rest of her life, and how could that be Hadie when she didn't mean as much to him as he meant to her?

It wasn't fair to hold him to that standard; logical Margo knew that, but she wasn't logical Margo very often. She was emotional Margo, and emotional Margo had been sure breaking up with him had been the right move when she'd done it and he hadn't cared enough to fight her on it, to try and beg her to stay. Emotional Margo was even surer now, when she was going through the motions trying to find a nice boy to replace him while he was replacing her, and easily. She pulled her clothes on haphazardly, not caring if they weren't perfectly straight, just wanting to cover herself up so she wasn't exposed to Hadie anymore. She may not be able to cover up her heart -- her stupid, stupid heart, that had had her seconds away from giving this boy everything! -- but she could at least hide her body.

"No, I'm not okay!" Margo snapped at him, not believing he had the audacity to ask. He had the audacity to do a lot of things, though; he had the audacity to be doing eggplant-emoji things with Carter La Bouff and think it was still okay to stick his eggplant inside of her. And he probably would have had the audacity to still go out with Addison tomorrow too, to be out having fun and forgetting all about her while she was at home, probably sore from letting him stretch out her body and have his way with her! It was unbelievable, the way he could go from sending flirty and sexy texts before he'd come to her room to being ready to take something that he knew was really important from her, and maybe she'd calm down later, but for now she was mad, and ashamed of how far she'd let things escalate when she wasn't even dating him anymore.

How dare he? How dare he be so much more over her than she was over him? How dare he kiss her and hold her and make her feel like he wanted her when he was obviously doing those same things so readily with other people, too? Margo had felt so special just a few minutes ago, but now she'd never felt less special in her whole life. "This was a mistake, this was a huge mistake," she told him, her heart in her throat as she sucked in a shuddering breath and willed herself not to cry. She'd felt so stupid for letting him go, but now she felt stupider for wanting too much from someone who'd been just fine leaving. "You should leave," she added, kneeling down to pick his phone up for him not to be nice, but so that she didn't have to look at him. Margo didn't want him to look like a sad, kicked puppy; she didn't want to see his face fall and feel her resolve crumble. She wanted to be mad so she could send him away before she made any more stupid mistakes with him, and fortunately, the screen flashed on as she picked up the phone, helping to fuel the fury bandaid that was barely holding together her aching heart. "Go have sex with one of your other special friends instead," she said acidly, barely restraining herself from throwing the phone in his direction as she dropped it on his stomach and jabbed her free hand towards the door.

Hadie couldn't have been more confused if Margo had grown a second head that looked exactly like her first one but brunette and heavily tattooed, or if the world had suddenly started working in slow motion, or any other number of impossible things. They'd just been having the best time ever and out of nowhere, Margo was acting like someone else entirely. All the warmth he'd been feeling a second ago, all the security that he'd happily settled into like an idiot just a moment ago, was gone. Vanished! It was like the floor had just disappeared from beneath him and he was just left falling. For a second he thought that it might've been the worst feeling he'd ever had in his life, but he realized in a painful instant that it wasn't. It was a close second, but the worst feeling had been another moment with Margo.

When she had dumped him back in high school, it had come so out of left field that it made Hadie feel like somebody had physically beat him up. Just like now, he'd thought that things were going well. Perfectly, even. And just like now, Margo had flipped the switch and ended things right when it felt like they were ramping up to something real. Hadie was usually a happy guy, and it took a lot to get him down, but this girl -- this passionate, crazy, beautiful girl -- was able to crush his heart so easily. It took her almost no work at all, and yet he kept giving her access to all of him silver platter, to love or to break or to do whatever she wanted with. He should've known better by now, should've been more protective of himself, but it was too late. He saw with annoying amounts of clarity that he'd given her his heart long ago and even though she was the one who had broken it, it was still hers. Even when she snapped at him, even when he'd been trying to find happiness with other people, it was still hers, and he couldn't handle it anymore. Not when it was so obvious that she didn't care if she hurt him. Her voice was like a cold slap of water across his cheek and the tears that had been building in his eyes without his noticing finally bubbled up enough to spill over.

"A mistake?" he repeated, voice nearly quivering. It was a kick to the gut that what he'd thought was fate bringing them back together was something Margo thought was a mistake. "I can't believe you're doing this to me again..." Hadie's voiced died in his throat, and he couldn't tell if he was talking too quietly for her to hear or if he'd even been talking outloud in the first place at all. He couldn't believe it that they'd gotten so close to something so big just for him to be pushed away again, but she was pushing and he didn't know what to do. He hadn't fought hard enough to stay in Margo's life last time and he'd regretted it ever since, and now it felt like he was getting a second chance, but why should he fight to be with someone who obviously didn't love him back? And then she brought up his other 'special friends', like she'd been cruelly expecting him to save himself for her, but in a way, he realized, he had been. It was true that he was getting to know new people but he hadn't properly let himself get this vulnerable with them, not like he'd been with Margo. He hadn't even known until now but part of him had still been waiting for her...

But he was done waiting now. He had to be. It was clear that Margo wasn't going to love him back, but other people might someday, and her reminding him of those other people gave him the strength to shakily stand, gathering his clothes as he did. He wanted to say something that could hurt her as much she'd just hurt him, but no parting jab was going to break her heart the way she'd thoroughly broken his. He got his pants situated and slipped his phone into his pocket, carrying his shirt on an arm as he hurried to the door, avoiding eye contact as he did. He wasn't going to cry while she could see or hear him. He'd save that for when he was back in his room and hopefully alone. For now, he just threw the most non-watery "Bye" he could manage over his shoulder, hoping that he wasn't just walking away from Margo, but from the hold she'd had on his heart for far too long now.

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