Mean girl Victoria Chase and sweetest soul of all Kate Marsh
'Victoria always called Kate boring. To her face, to the others, to anyone who would listen.'
(I know it's two sentences; You may run with it or not)
Thank you so much for the requet!🥰 (and just between you and me, this doesn't have 5 sentences either, but here we go. Hope you like it!)
Victoria always called Kate boring. To her face, to others, to anyone who would listen.
Kate Marsh, with her boring brown hair, her boring prudish clothes, her boring un-pierced ears, her boring golden cross that hung over her spotless, oh-so-carefully-ironed white shirt, her boring eyeshadow that brought out her blue eyes so fucking strongly that a single glance could knock you out right there and then and her boring classic red lipstick that lit up her smile, bright as blood and sweet as top shelf wine and that made Victoria wonder if they would be as sweet to kiss as they were to stare at. Cause Victoria would stare and she would stare at Kate more than she would like to admit. But when did that happen? God, she wished she could tell. All she knew was that at some point during the second semester her eyes shifted from Jefferson's charming face and snobbish chattering to Kate's figure, all shrunk on a corner, curled over her notebook and a only a couple days later a big sign of red flashing lights reading the words "Game Over" appeared on Victoria's head, prophesying her ending and dooming her for the rest of eternity, cause from that day on Victoria sat at Jefferson's class barely catching anything on cameras and lights and old-school photographers, while spending half of those two hours taking note on Kate's brown hair, prudish clothes, blue eyes and red lips.
Kate would notice, stare back, freeze on her spot and quickly go back to her notebook like she had just stared at the Devil himself or something, making Victoria wonder if she really looked that scary to her.
One, two, three, five weeks of awkward stares and averting eyes and frightened looks and when Victoria felt like she couldn't handle those eyes avoiding her anymore, when she felt she would implode like a demolished building if Kate didn't just aknowledge her presence with something other than fear, she gathered all the courage that laid somewhere inside of her in every corner she could reach and the next time Kate looked in her direction she took one deep breath and threw herself frontline on the batterflied: she smiled. And it took everything out of her, drained every bit of her being, to make it as soothing and friendly as possible. But she did it. She smiled.
Kate stared back, eyes wide open like a doe hit by the lights of a truck. She then looked around the classroom and took a quick peek behind her. Victoria sighed and resigned her eyes back to her notebook and her ears to Jefferson's chatter on the perks on analogic photography before she could be met with those excruciating eyes again. Well, she couldn't say she didn't try. Still, she had to force her gaze not to linger back to her for the rest of the hour.
By the end of the class she picked her bag an hurried outside of the classroom. She stood by her locker forcing the urge to smash her head against it as the heat of utter embarrassment washed all over her at once. One, two, three deep breaths. She brought herself back to her senses as she closed the locker with a loud thud and turned around fresh and proud as ever. Blackwell's queen was right back on track, just in time to see that tiny brittle form slipping out of the classroom. They locked eyes for a half a second, Kate then lowered her eyes and helped a lock of hair behind her ear.
When she walked past Victoria, she smiled back.
