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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Chapter 5 ~ Ginger Nut

A/N: schools been stressing me the fuck out recently and prelims are coming up so sorry if I don’t update as frequently

Since Miss raja had handed out the assignment, most of the pairs had only met once. Some, like Willam and Sharon, had not met at all. Unsurprisingly, Willam has been giving her a cold shoulder of some sort, favouring Alaska in the ongoing feud between the two. There hadn’t been any big blow outs since, but nothing had been resolved either. Sharon still kept her head down in classes, engraving doodles into her desk; Alaska threw herself into her work continuing to ace every single one of her classes. Bianca and Adore had nearly finished their assignment two weeks early. This was unheard of for Adore, but something about her partner motivated her, lit a fire inside of her. Usually, Adore went to Bianca’s after school. Bianca rarely went to Adores – not because she didn’t want to be there, but because she couldn’t work well while sitting in a sunken bean bag in a room decorated with leftovers. Trixie and Katya were making slow progress; they met in the library every Tuesday after school but got sidetracked and listened to the ironic librarian telling story after story about her personal life. Violet and Pearl hadn’t met outside of school, but they’d met in the library over a couple of lunchtimes. They both had such busy schedules, with Pearl staying most nights after school for art study and Violet juggling media study and aerial classes. They talked over text a lot though and had gotten quite close. They were now each other’s top best friend on snapchat. “This filter looks like your face” Violet captioned one day, as the filter gave her the face of a sloth. “At least I don’t look like this” Pearl snapped back, now with her faced comedically stretched out. The pair went on like this all day, every day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Willam walked across her kitchen counter, it was 22:30 and she’d only finished structuring her plan for the assignment. You’re going to have to see that bitch some time, better be prepared so there’s no awkward silence while I try to keep my hands off of her throat she thought as she made herself coffee. She stood in an oversized t shirt that was some guys she hooked up with once, but never gave it back. Meh, he’ll have other shirts Willam shrugged. Seating herself at the island in the middle of the room, she put down her coffee and logged onto her laptop. Her phone buzzed. It was Sharon. “Hey listen, we really should get started on this whole assignment. When suits?” The sound of fresh acrylics tapping on a screen emerged as Willam typed out a reply while her laptop loaded. “I’m good to do any days after school apart from Fridays, not lunch times though. Can’t leave Lask on her own.” Willam re-read that final sentence before thinking fuck it and hit send. “Probably shouldn’t have gone there but hey,” she said to herself “I’m not the one who fucked up.” As one hand raked through her naturally curly mane and another scrolled through Facebook updates, Willams face lit up at the sight of a certain notification.

After clicking accept, Willam saw Courtney’s glowing smile appear on the screen. “Wills! Hi! I’ve missed your face!” She exclaimed. Willam felt a warmth grow inside of her in response to her comment. “Hey girl. How’s life back in the dunny?” she asked, giving her best Courtney impression. Courtney chuckled, “it’s okay but it would be so much better if you were here too. I’ve got no one to tutor now!” “Yeah that’s because you go to a private school where everyone is crazy fucking smart.” Willam leaned onto the counter of the island, cupping her face with her hands. Courtney rolled her eyes as she giggled, the position of the camera slightly moving, giving Willam a clear view of a familiar shirt covering Courtney’s chest. “Is that my motherfucking Gucci?” She screamed, “I’ve been looking for thaaaaaaat” Willam drawled out the last word, feigning sadness. Well, she was partly annoyed but there was something about seeing Courtney, on the other side of the world, still with her that overpowered any annoyance. “How do you even have that?” Courtney hugged herself and smiled. “I thiiiiink, it was the night I stayed over last minute.” She explained a huge grin appearing. “And I just, never gave it back I guess.” Willam shook her head. She spun around on her stool purely to hide the ever growing blush on her cheeks. “What?” The aussie questioned, suddenly intrigued as to why the girl on the screen had spun around more than 5 times. Willam stopped and gazed at Courtney. Her eyes contained a whole galaxy. An ever changing colour, they framed the girl’s face so perfectly. Willam never wanted to look away, never wanted the picture in front of her to leave. Willam found her heart fluttering in a way it never did. People didn’t phase Willam, so why did Courtney still have so much power over her? Especially when she wasn’t even here with Willam. Courtney tapped the screen, making a clicking sound come over Willam’s laptop speakers, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Hellooo, are you still there?” “I…I just…” Willam stuttered. She looked down to meet Courtney’s eyes again. Willam picked at her nails and traced her hands, remembering where Courtney’s used to fit. “I really miss you. That’s all.” “Really?” Courtney raised an eyebrow. “You miss the 4 hour English lessons?” “You used to bring chocolates,” Willam smiled at the memory. Courtney mirrored her. “You miss me singing quotes to you at midnight?” “We would be home alone,” she glanced over to the mass of her tiled floor, remembering the blonde girl performing musical acts of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and To kill a Mockingbird. “You miss answering paper after paper of textual analysis?” Courtney cocked her head to the side, twirling her hair which was in a high ponytail. Her voice was sweet, like candy. “Okay bitch,” Willam gave in, “you got me there. I HATED those.” The pair broke out in laughter thinking back to numerous nights when Willams profanity over past papers got so extreme they had to take a break. “I don’t fucking know why they used the word emancipation, why should I? They’re the dicks who wrote it. I shit you not Miss Act, I’m seriously never gonna need this. Like, not one Tom, Dick or Harry in the goddamn street is gonna come up and be like; what did you think of the word choice in paragraph 4?” Courtney and Willam talked until their hearts were content. They missed each other terribly, but times like these they treasured greatly and no one could take those hours away from them. Their conversation would change from friends, to tv shows, to memories they had, to…. well, anything. “Nah I just don’t see it Wills” “Why the fuck not? Me, you, and Alaska; walking down the runway in Chachki’s fashion line” “Wait, I still don’t get how Violet got a fashion line” Courtney was tired, rubbing her eyes before cursing as she remembered putting mascara and eyeliner on this morning. Willam sighed, “It’s not a real one her class is doing it as part of their exam. They have to create stuff.” She stood up from her barstool and positioned herself far away from the camera. “Me, you and lask,” she pointed to two other points each side of her, placing herself in the middle. “We walk down,” She strutted across her kitchen floor, “we pose like there’s no tomorrow.” She placed her hands on her hips and threw her hair, striking different poses for Courtney. Wolf whistles came from the laptop, encouraging the model. “We wave to the crowd,” Willam gave a sly, over the shoulder smile. “See it’s that simple.” Courtney yawned. The sky was starting to become dark outside her window and she glanced at the time, 19:41. She hadn’t even eaten dinner, still had to shower and had a mountain of work to do. But none of that mattered, a girl in the computer was pretending to be a model in her kitchen while wearing a faded Oasis t shirt and Victoria secret satin shorts. What a dork she thought to herself, smiling wholeheartedly. “One problem” Courtney interrupted Willam’s make believe fashion show. “I’m kinda in another continent” “We have planes bitch. Hop on one and come over.” “Willlllllls, I can’t just hop on a plane that quickly.” “Well you hopped on me pretty fast.” Willam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, “What’s stopping you?” As nonchalant as ever, Courtney thought. “Exams, my family, graduation, my 18th! Did I mention exams?” Willam didn’t see the big deal, scrunching up her face at Court’s phony problems. “The flight’s long - study then. You’ve literally seen your family since birth, trust me they can last a couple months without you. You’ll be back in time for exams. I’ll throw you a mad party, I know a guy who’s got a wicked venue. And yeah, you did mention that.” Courtney’s face didn’t change, she didn’t see a logical reason to go to America again so soon aside from seeing her Wills. “At least say you’ll think about it, pleeeeease?” Clutching her hands together Willam plastered her face with the biggest, cheesiest, full teeth smile she could muster. “Willam Belli? Are you begging?” With a serious humour Willam leaned forward and spoke straight into the webcam; “You want me on my knees? All you gotta do is ask.” The girls held each other in their eyes, shutting out everything. A special bond flickered between them, replenishing the passionate feelings they shared. Courtney’s voice was barely audible, her lips parting only slightly “I’ll talk to you later Wills, I gotta go.” Her voice was low and somewhat husky, igniting a fire in Willam. “Bye.” Willam’s laptop returned to Facebook where she could see her aunts latest update; Selling a Tiffany’s ring. $250. Hardly worn. Message me for any more details “Shit” Willam thought to herself, “Well that engagement didn’t last long did it Jackie?” As she scrolled down her feed she looked through some of Bianca’s photos she’d just uploaded, Willam couldn’t help but notice how many of them contained Adore. Just then her phone buzzed with a new message from Sharon. Wednesday? Library? Willam whined to herself and frowned looking at the message. The last thing she wanted right now was to be spending time with the girl who broke her best friends heart. Fine I’ll be there

Bianca had rung the doorbell twice already and the weighty bag of takeaway in her hand felt like it was going to give away any second. Come on chola she muttered, growing impatient at the closed door in front of her. She tried the doorbell again and finally heard footsteps and a disgruntled moan behind the door. Adore opened the door, revealing a dimly lit mess of a room. Her face soon turned to confusion at the sight of a fresh faced Bianca in her doorway. she stepped to the side as an invite for the girl to come in. Bianca rolled her eyes, “Someone’s hungover” she smiled half-heartedly and raised the lukewarm bag in her hand. “I brought dinner.” Adore smiled at the gesture and walked into the kitchen to get plates. Bianca followed and reached into the top left cupboard to get glasses. She’d become acquainted with Adore’s house in the very few times she’d been. It was pretty self explanatory apart from the fact that she kept glasses on the other end of the kitchen from all the other dining things. “So, how’ve you been?” Adore asked, her voice monotone and groggy. “Better than you it sounds like,” the brunette jokingly replied, “Water or coffee?” Adore surveyed her options. “Water.” Bianca nodded. “Slice of cucumber,” both girls added at the same time. As Adore laid out the food, Bianca came up behind her and ruffled a hand through her hair. “What deranged party were you at last night?” “None actually.” “So why do you sound half asleep?” Defensively Adore crossed her arms before rubbing her eyes. “Because I was napping until you came.” Bianca chuckled before walking over to the sleepy being and pulling her into a hug. “Aww,” she said in a baby voice, “is Delano a little sleepy?” “I actually am because I was working on this stupid ass assignment” They both sat at the table and proceeded to eat the food Bianca brought. After a couple moments of comfortable silence Adore leaned forward and furrowed her brow. “Wait B,” she asked. The other girl looked up from her plate and waited for Adore to continue. “Why are you here? Not that I’m unhappy about it but… you don’t like it here.” Both laughed at the bold but true statement Adore just made. Bianca shrugged and fished around her plate with her fork. “I was home alone and Violet was busy.” Adore nodded. She looked back down at her food and smiled, knowing Bianca voluntarily wanted to hang out with Adore. They weren’t working, it had nothing to do with school. She wanted to see her. That’s real cute Adore thought. Real cute.

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow Chapter 4 (Group Fic) - Ginger Nut

Everyone was back in English class.

Sharon came back today looking spacey and like she hadn’t brushed her hair in days. Violet sat down pulling out a compact and viewed all angles of her face, checking for any imperfections. Satisfied, she put the compact away and flipped her hair behind her shoulder as Pearl walked by, giving the girl a waft of Violets expensive and sweet perfume. Willam sauntered in with Alaska who stopped in her tracks seeing Sharon. Willam grabbed her forearm and whispered in her ear. “Let it go. She’s not even here Alaska, her minds in some trippy fairy world. She’s not here.” Alaska decided this true — Sharon’s eyes were fixed on her pen where she was engraving something on her desk, not even acknowledging Alaska’s entrance. Clenching her jaw Alaska made her way over to Trixie, who had been chatting to Katya. “New friend?” Trixie blushed as she pulled out her folder from her backpack. “Kind of.” Willam clicked her fingers for Katya to stop swinging back on her chair to allow Willam a pathway to her seat. “Sup Katya” she said, smacking her chewing gum. “The sky” Katya answered, pointing up. “Well that’s a ceiling moron.” Noticing her mistake Katya leaned back again on her chair after Willam scooched past and sat down. Miss Raja’s heels could be heard from a couple of doors away and everyone prepared for class. Pearl brought out a pen and sighed, I really can’t be bothered today. She dropped her notebook heavily onto the desk, creating a loud crash that caused a few heads to turn her way. “Be careful Pearly.” Pearl looked up to find Violets back still turned to the front, but she was talking to her in a firm voice. “Okay class-okay-quiet down-guys” Miss raja spoke while rummaging through papers on her disorganised desk. “What you looking for, teach?” Willam offered from the back corner. “A will to live” Raja replied sarcastically, to which half of the class “same.” Raja’s head popped up and she furrowed her brow. “Jeez I was kidding, what’s with all you millennials being such buzz kills?” Sharon rolled her eyes only half listening. the past couple of days for her had become a blur. She wasn’t sure half the time what actually happened and what she imagined. Curious, she inched closer to Adore and whispered with a hand stray in front of her face. “Hey uh last class,” she began, her voice coming out quieter than she anticipated at first. She tried again, “Did Alaska and I…” “Argue like you were an old married Southern couple where the husband had cheated on his wife when they already had three kids and a dog?” Adore sniggered, looking directly at Sharon. Sharons face contorted as she faced the facts; I did that, I fucking did that. Shit. Pearl noticed the face-palm Sharon did and looked at Adore. What the hell? she asked with her eyes. Adore mouthed back a paragraph to Pearl, keeping a straight face the entire time. All pearl could make out was ‘Alaska’ and ‘off her face’, giving her a vague enough idea of what was going on. She decided not to press further and replied to the register on cue.

“Okay dokay, who did the homework?” Miss raja’s eyes scanned for hands that had been raised. None of them were. Raja sat on the edge of Alaska’s desk and sighed, forcing Sharons eyes to the beautiful blonde girl. Man I really messed this up she kept thinking. “Miss you didn’t give homework” Katya offered breaking her view from the window momentarily. The class nodded subtly in agreement, “Don’t try that one, it’s all I need today my honours playing the old ‘Miss you never gave any’.” This time Trixie piped up. “No seriously miss, you did not give homework.” Starting to second guess herself, Raja moved from the table to her desk skimming past the papers to her binder. She felt herself wince as she realised that she really didn’t give the homework. Fuck. “Ok my bad, we’ll just do it this period instead,” The teacher announced, sitting back into her swivel chair. She started spinning around in circles. “You’re going to look through the play and find quotes to support the themes of love, family and conflict. Understood?” After receiving only grunts and silence in response she sighed and threw her hands up, “God you guys are so depressing, lighten up!” “Can we work in groups miss?” Adore asked, obviously not feeling up for the work. “Fine, no phones” Miss Raja complied, pulling out her own phone to check a text. “Hey B,” Bianca turned around to find Adore smiling sweetly at her. “Why don’t you and Chachki turn your chairs around and we can all work together” she motioned all down the line and Bianca scoffed. “What help could you offer me, chola?” Adore leaned forward and spoke quieter than before, “you have no idea B,” she kissed her teeth; “you have no idea.” Bianca leaned closer playing along with the act, inching closer to Adore, Violet felt her eyes widen and Sharon’s heart twisted. “BALONI!” Bianca aggressively yelled. Everyone in the group — even Sharon — laughed, attracting the attention of the other groups, and Miss Raja. “Ok, I forgot you have to, uh, sit in the love and hate groups” she declared, earning protests from all of the class. “No buts, the only butts are yours. WHICH SHOULD BE MOVING, COME ON!” After seeing the result she wanted, Miss Raja stuck a pair of earphones into her computer and started to catch up on a tv series. Violet moved to the other side of the room where her fellow love-lovers were, but tripped over one of the stray bags on the floor. “Be careful Vi,” came a sly voice from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder Violet found Pearl leant back in her chair flicking through pages of Romeo and Juliet ever so nonchalant. Adore and Sharon trailed behind Violet and crossed paths with Alaska and Katya. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Around 40 minutes had passed and the groups were working surprisingly well, both around halfway through the play and had a bank of quotes. “I might start using these insults, these people were smart” Willam commented, her finger scanning the lines. “A wretched pulling fool, a whining mammet” Willam laughed to herself, “or you could just go in for the like: “Hang! Beg! Starve! Die in the streets!” Alaska let out a laugh, killing it as soon as it started. “What’s up with you, misery guts?” Bianca questioned, looking at the slumped over soul sitting next to her. Willam kicked her under the desk and raised her eyebrows at the girl in disapproval, Alaska looked at Willam and nodded, “Nah Wills just tell them, I really don’t care anymore.” Willam looked at Alaska for a moment as if for reassurance. “Today’s the first day Alaska’s seen Sharon since the big blow out.” An awkward silence followed; no one really knew how to react, especially given that they didn’t know why the big blowout happened in the first place. “Oh…Alaska…..I’m uh…I’m sorry” moped Phi Phi, somehow understanding Alaska’s pain. Katya touched the girl’s forearm empathetically, “Are you alright lask?” Alaska sighed and silently gave a thumbs up, her sad eyes contradicting her gesture. Katya continued, “Just know that if you are comfortable in bearing your soul, I’ll open my listening holes just for you.” Everyone forgot about the gloom atmosphere for a minute and instead looked at Katya with utter confusion, “Girl what the literal fuck goes on in your head?” Willam commented, chuckling a little at the end. “Oh, you don’t say that in America?” “No bitch, now gimme a good quote” all of a sudden the lifeless and solemn atmosphere had transformed into one of cheer and despite being the group who ‘didn’t believe in love’ it didn’t seem like they needed it right now. That was all apart from one. “Pearl!” Katya nudged the subdued girl on her right who had been staring across the room. Breaking her gaze the starry eyed blonde shuffled in her seat; “What?!” She exclaimed flicking to the next page in the play, “It seems like you’re more involved in the other group than ours. Come on, we’ve been trying to analyse this stupid fucking quote for what feels like 60 years ” Taking one last glance at the opposite side Pearl saw the beauty with jet black hair and an hourglass figure before prying her eyes away to help her group. The other group were getting through the play at quite a pace, they decided to split the acts between them and then copy each others’ quotes in afterwards. “I seriously don’t get why we have to read some guys stuff from like four hundred years ago” Adore mumbled scribbling words onto paper, her writing was messy and all different sizes. She had got an ink mark all down her hand from leaning on the notebook and unsuccessfully tried to wipe it off with saliva. She glanced over at Sharon who was generally quite quiet, her eyes unable to peel away from the text. “This is actually pretty sweet” Adore looked at the girl who sat in a black denim skirt and black sweatshirt, now enamoured with Shakespeare. “Did you not read it with us in class?” Adore asked. Sharon looked up “I did, well kinda, I just guess I forgot.” A quietness fell over the group as they continued to study their acts, trixie was doing act 1, Violet and Sharon were working on act 2, adore was on act 3, ivy and jinkx took act 4 and laganja and Miss fame analysed act 5. Violet heard the laughter coming from the other table, half annoyed at the distraction but half happy because it gave her a chance to look over at Pearl. she sat slumped in the corner as always. Her hair was wavy and she wore a sweatshirt and jeans, but violet always saw her in her sparkling knight dress. So pretty she thought. “Hey, goo-goo eyes” Violet turned back round to see all of her groups eyes on her. “What?!” She exclaimed, twirling her ponytail “Don’t tell us you’re switching sides, you look more engaged in what they’re doing!” Said Laganja, “Yeah who’s side you on?” Sharon smirked “Juliet.” Violet rolled her eyes, “If I ever turn out like that bitch, shoot me”

Raja had been scrolling through emails, documents and the class register as it now had pictures from photo day attached. Oh my god she thought some of these people do not know how to take a picture. A notification popped up in her mailbox and she opened up the email: New assignments for English honours classes Raja groaned to herself at the thought. Can Miss Visage give it a rest already?!Racking through her brain she thought about all of the work the class still had to do, frustrated and exhausted she stood up and walked to the middle of the classroom. “Alright class, listen up” everyone turned their heads and listened, for once. “I’m giving you an assignment that’ll be due in 2 weeks. It’s called…wait a minute…” she ran back over to her computer, “opposite pairs assignment. Gee, how original. Wonder how they came up with that one. Anyway I’ll be putting you guys in pairs with someone that has an opposite view to yours, and you have to meet out with class and write a paired essay giving arguments on whether the play is about love or stupidity.” Everyone’s eyes darted to the other side, each person rating who they’d want to who they really didn’t want. “To do this fairly I’m matching yous up by how similar your test scores from last years exam.” This made the guessing game more challenging. “Ok, first two; Jinkx and Ivy” Ivy? Thought Willam, the girl bombed geography so hard last year, guess it just wasn’t her style “Next; Violet and Pearl” the two locked eyes and Violet raised her arched brow, Pearl smirked in return trying to hide the now growing shade of pink on her face. “Alaska and Max” Alaska internally sighed, could’ve been worse she thought as she smiled at max across the room “Bianca and Adore” Adore smirked, this is going to be fun she thought “Trixie and Katya” Trixie felt her insides swirl as she heard her name next to Katyas “Laganja and Fame, Phi Phi and Vivienne, Willam and Sharon-“ This gonna be awkward Willam thought immediately as she looked over to find Sharon’s no lip smile agreeing with Willams thoughts. Why isn’t Courtney here? Why did she have to go back? I need her right now. “Lastly Alyssa and Gia” At that the bell rang and everyone got moving, cluttering chairs and forcing papers into their already full handbags. Bianca had hole punched her papers and was slotting them into her binder as Adore walked up to her, crumpled papers in her hand. “So, study buddy, when do you want to meet up?” Bianca started walking as she talked exiting the classroom. Both she and Adore were going to the science labs, so their conversation continued. “Well If where you live is anything like the way you dress, I can’t say I want to go to your place.” Adore blinked, batting her insanely long eyelashes; “Wow you really don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Bianca chuckled, turning a corner. “I’m joking chola, no seriously you can come over to mine. My parents are hardly ever home.” “Really? How come?” “My Dad works out of state and my mom does night shifts, so i don’t really have that much company” Adore playfully threw her arm over Bianca’s shoulder, earning her a stern yet confused look, “I’ll keep you company.” Adore promised. Bianca couldn’t tell any more if the girl was joking or not. She could only smile, actually quite thankful that for the next week or so she’d have somebody to eat meals and watch tv with.

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group fic) Chapter 1 - Ginger Nut

AN: I hope yous enjoy first official chapter, and I’d like to welcome Mistress as the beta for this fic. Already she’s helped so much to improve the writing, thank you!

“Take your seats, quit acting like you’ve never seen a debate room before. Actually, no don’t take your seats I need to tell you what seat to take” Miss Raja appeared from the corridor, shooing all remaining students into the classroom. “Ok uh, actually just take any seat right now I can’t think with you all standing there.” The students obeyed and slumped in the closest empty seat. “So today we are going to be doing something a little different. Everyone who has read Romeo and Juliet believe that the plot was one of the two following-” A knock on the door came, interrupting Miss Raja, who stomped to the locked door to let in an almost lifeless Pearl.She had a bag slumped over one shoulder and their eyes were more closed than open, so nothing was new. “Sorry I’m late” came out of her with minimal effort and volume. Raja sighed as she went to change the register to inform the office of Pearl’s now late attendance. “It’s fine just take any seat Pearl.” Pearl scanned the room for a second, surveying her options. There was a spare seat next to Laganja, yeah no. Nothing against the girl but Pearl had no energy to keep up with her; there was also one next to Max, could she really be bothered being told to sit with her legs crossed so she doesn’t “sit like a man”? fuck that. Ultimately, she left one option and took a spare seat between Violet and Vivienne. Vivienne hardly ever spoke, and Pearl had never really spoken to Violet, whatever she thought. “Stoner pit stop before class?” mumbled Violet, loud enough for only Pearl to hear. Pearl scoffed and looked up to find Violets eyes on her. The girl’s gaze had a weird effect on Pearl; It was like she could see into her soul. “No” Pearl replied, dragging out the syllable longer than she probably should have been. “I missed the bus and had to get my mom to drive me.” Violet returned a smirk, accepting Pearl’s answer, then refocused her attention to Miss Raja, about to start over. “Back to the play; people either think it is about the stupidity of youth and their lust, or they think it’s a beautiful tragedy about how love can conquer hate. One of the requirements for the honours course is that students must participate in a discussion, ensuring that they become informed of both opinions and can make their own decision. So, without any talking, if you believe that Romeo and Juliet is a play that demonstrates how children can be naïve and mistake love for obsession, sit on the left side and if you think it’s a tragic tale of two star crossed lovers sit on the right.” A second passed before Raja had to exclaim “Move!” accompanied by a hand gesture to get the teenagers to reluctantly get up. “Where are you going then?” Pearl asked Violet, who was still a bit offended by the previous stoner nickname she’d been given. Violet remained silent but stood up to cross over sides. “Love is love, you don’t have to be thirty to realise that.” With that she flipped her jet-black hair to one side and took the seat directly across from Pearl.

Katya moved up from her seat, shimmying past Ivy and Jinkx, and made her way over to the left side of the room. she liked Romeo and Juliet but she couldn’t get past the time span of the play – seriously you don’t marry a guy you met less than 4 days ago. She sat in an empty seat next to Pearl. Katya never had the chance to get to know Pearl, but she felt bad for her. The poor girl had moved from New York, and that’s like forever away, as far as Katya was concerned. Katya had known everyone else in the class since at least middle school. Pearl was cute though - not Katya’s type - but cute. She spied the others that had come to the dark side. Del Rio; that was no surprise, Phi Phi; Katya was starting to think Phi Phi had maybe given up on love considering she caught her ex cheating on her a couple of weeks back. There was also Gia, Max, Alyssa and- what? Alaska? Alaska Thunderfuck? The girl was all cheerleader and sing-songy, why was she on this side, did she get confused? She sure as hell didn’t look confused; she sat with her arms crossed, bottom eyeliner smudged and an emotionless bitch face as Alyssa talked nonsense to her. Wow. Shocker of the week. On the other side sat Alaska’s friend Trixie, a blonde bombshell by Katya’s standards. This was Katya’s first class with the girl but the minute she’d walked in on the first day, Katya hadn’t been able to tear her eyes away. She’d seen Trixie before in the corridors and at football games, but for some reason when Trixie stood in the doorway Katya’s whole world stopped, my god she’s beautiful. Suddenly her attention was averted to the girl behind Trixie; Sharon Needles. “Well I never” breathed Katya without thinking. “Hm?” Pearl looked up. Katya mouthed Sharon and motioned over to the other side. Pearl made a face giving herself an extra two chins, “Sharon? Young Love? Nah I don’t see it.” Katya narrowed her eyes to focus, her mind drew a blank. “Looks like she might not just be Sharon Needles but Sharon the love” Katya toppled over in wheezing laughter at the mediocre pun she’d just made. Pearl face palmed and settled back into her seat.

“Okay class- wait Willam you need to choose a side.” Willam folded her arms across her chest. “What if I think the play is both?” Miss Raja put a hand to her head. “Willam I don’t have time-“ Willam spread her hands and shrugged. “Listen, the play is stupid. No one would ever marry someone they just met, but teenagers also aren’t as dumb as you baby boomers think.” Raja was offended at the age comment but didn’t hold Willam to it. Instead she ushered a challenge. “Willam, you’ve just proven your strength in ability for discussions. How about you choose one side right now, but you can change your mind later. This is something you can really excel in, do lots of research …” Willam rolled her eyes and strolled over to the side with the rest of the anti-love crowd, tuning the teacher out as soon as she’d said the word ‘research’. “Willam?” prodded Miss Raja. Willam raised her head, realizing she’d been asked a question. “What? I stopped listening.” Raja sighed. “I said when was the last time you found something you could really sink your teeth into?” “Courtney Act” Willam responded. Adore sniggered from her seat – she was the only other person who really knew about Willam and Courtney. Beyond the rumor mill, Adore had caught them together on a break day last term. After promising not to tell, Adore had given Willam a high five and picked another place to smoke. around ten minutes later Willam came over and sat down next to Adore at one of the back walls of the school. Adore could only remember Willam gushing over the blonde, how she made Willam look forward to learning just to see Courtney. Willam’s lovesick smile was so infectious it could’ve made the blind man smile thought Adore. When the Aussie returned home, Adore had offered her company to Willam. Willam had tried to blow it off, “not like it was a break up or anything, a fling. That’s all it was.” The bohemian rocker saw straight through her, Willam missed her. Hearing Willam talk about Courtney – even in a comedic way – sparked a warmth in Adore, knowing Willam still thought about her. Miss Raja clapped her hands, a sound so loud the class fell immediately silent. “Okay, we’re gonna start. The way we’re going to do this is I’ll pull someone’s name from this jar and they’re gonna share their views on the play, why they think that and anyone from the opposing side can challenge that view, OK?” everyone nodded in agreement and raja went to pull out the first name. “Phi Phi” The whole class sighed in anticipation as Phi Phi prepared herself, now that Alaska looked at her, she didn’t feel that bad. Not compared to Phi Phi’s stained races of mascara, raccoon nest hair and glassy eyes. The girl used to be so sharp, everyone thought she was perfect. Alaska actually felt bad for Phi Phi, that’s saying something. Anything to distract attention from Alaska right now. “Well… I don’t really believe in love. Like it’s silly.” The teacher nodded for her to go on, “People can’t fully love someone, like that’s just not how life happens. I feel like the play represented an infatuation, which is completely different from love. When you love someone, it’s what’s on the inside. Infatuation is mainly on the outside. But like I said, love is silly. It just… never works out” The last part subsided to a mumble as Phi Phi hung her head. Everyone had heard about her breakup and she hadn’t come to school for 4 days after it happened. It didn’t matter how annoying Phi Phi was, no one wanted to catch their partner cheating. Discussions started to break out to fill the awkward silence Phi Phi had left. No one really listened to each other until Needles broke out: “Love is real.” At that everyone turned their head and found an emotional Sharon, not crying but emotional. Sharon was being stared at like a statue. What the fuck is she doing? Alaska screamed in her mind. Sharon went on, “The first time you look at someone you can tell if there’s something there, I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that connection. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. You look at someone and you mind starts to run laps of a track but you don’t get tired, you feel… rejuvenated.” “Wow Sharon,” commented Willam. “Rejuvenated. That’s a big word for you.” Max gave Willam a discreet but firm kick in the shin to get her to shut up. Willam let out a screech “Get your sasquatch feet away from my Loub’s.” “Love is a precious feeling, anyone who’s lucky enough to feel it knows that, and they can clearly see that Romeo and Juliet loved each other. So much so that they went to extremes for one another.” The class was silent, no one could really comprehend what just happened. Sharon Needles, a person who never showed any emotion, a person who never talked about emotion, for the first time opened up her heart to reveal a warm affectionate soul. Who knew? Silence filled the room for a minute, each person taking in Sharon’s heart-felt speech. Until Alaska, who had been sitting quietly spoke up through a groggy voice and a guarded façade. “Love? You really believe that Romeo loved Juliet? He didn’t care enough to wait with her! She wasn’t dead, she was asleep, but he didn’t wait around long enough to realise that, did he?” The girls on her side of the class all tried not to notice Alaska’s hands balled into fists. “Romeo was stupid, Juliet was left with no choice, she loved him so much, I’ll say that. She was willing to leave everything for Romeo, her name, her family, but the minute Romeo saw that Juliet wasn’t awake he went down to the Apothecary to get drugs. Those drugs didn’t help with anything and Romeo died, their love along with it.” Sharon and Alaska’s eyes were locked on each other. It was like no one else was in the room. Sharon took a shallow breath through her teeth, her eyes squeezing shut. “Did you ever consider that Romeo didn’t get the drugs because of Juliet? God, not everything is about effin Juliet, Juliet likes to play the victim. Like none of this is her fault and she’s some precious gift to the world. Fuck Juliet- sorry miss- fuck her. Romeo had a life, y’know, at the start of the play he was very obviously depressed, Juliet wasn’t there for him, was she?” Violet and Pearl caught each other’s eye and Violet mouthed burn to Pearl mimicking dubbing a fire on her finger. Pearl gave a shy laugh, she kinda liked Violet. Sharon was panting. “Maybe, just maybe Alaska, Romeo wanted to die. And Juliet set him over the edge. Juliet doesn’t rule his life, and she shouldn’t dictate what he can do and when. Romeo did love Juliet but he really shouldn’t’ve. It messed up his life more than you can imagine.” Everyone flipped their eyes back to a boiling Alaska from Sharon who was sitting on the edge of her seat, face red with passion. “What the literal fuck is going on?” muttered Violet, Adore met her comment with a wide-eyed glance implying she was just as lost as Violet. “Their relationship was toxic and you know it,” Alaska stumbled, not losing eye contact with Sharon as tears began to clog her vision. Alaska don’t break she told herself, not here not now. “It was destined for failure the minute Romeo snuck into the ball. He still wasn’t over Rosaline and he threw himself at the first girl he saw. That, to me. Is. Not. Love.” “I agree with Alaska.”. Sharon rolled her eyes. “Oh, you would Phi Phi” Suddenly, the ball was back in Sharon’s court and she was frozen for a second, her usual laid-back slouch in a chair had been replaced by a vulnerable huddle at the edge. Her lip quivered for a millisecond, something no one but Alaska would be able to notice. “Did Juliet even want a relationship?” asked Sharon, a hint of hurt in her voice. “Seriously what the fuck is this? Jerry Springer?” Trixie elbowed the girl. “Violet shut up. I want all the details,” Sharon swallowed before continuing. “Like, her mother had even asked her about marrying Paris, and she told her she hadn’t thought of being in a relationship. Was her plan to just lead Romeo on, drive him crazy?!” the word “crazy” had been delivered through gritted teeth. Throughout all of this Miss Raja had bought a ticket to attend the tennis match and she let out the occasional gasp and she was given disapproving glare by Willam. “Face it Sharon, Romeo was stupid. If he really loved Juliet he wouldn’t have ran away. Who really was the one afraid of commitment.” “Bull- “ At that the bell rang for the next class but no one moved. Even Raja stood still for a moment, before realising the situation and opening the door to allow students out. Sharon darted out of the door. “Go ahead, run away from the problem like you always do!” Alaska yelled out after her. The blonde composed herself, attempting to fix the smudged eyeliner and hair that had been messed with for the whole period. Willam came up behind her and showed what little compassion Courtney had taught her “Hey, let’s not break down at school and be known as the girl who cried and had to be taken out of class - stop, let me do it, we can make it smoked instead of smudged.” Pearl sensed someone standing in front of her as she packed up her things, God I wish Miss Raja would’ve told us we didn’t need our folders and- “Hey Pearl” It was Violet, closer than she probably should’ve been. “You busy on Friday night?” Pearl, somewhat perplexed, managed to give a shake of her head. “Uh, no.” “Why don’t you come to my party? Everyone’s gonna be there, it’ll give you a chance to get to know people better.” Just when pearl didn’t think she could get any more confused, did Violet Chachki just wink at me? “uh yeah, sure sounds great?” “Cool, just ask Adore for the details and stuff but there’s one rule.” Violet paused for dramatic effect. “It’s a costume party, be creative like I know you are.” an awkward silence filled the gap between them as Violet realized what she just said. “Sorry that sounded weird I know. Uh, I meant that you’re like artsy, y’know with your sketch pad and hipster clothes.” Pearl quirked an eyebrow. “Hipster?! Seriously?” Both girls broke out into laughter at Violet’s word choice. “See ya, pearl” Pearl watched Violet go, she glided in her heel, her hair not moving an inch. Pearl smiled to herself, feeling happy for once.

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Chapter 3 - Ginger Nut

As Katya wandered down the corridors bumping into every second person she couldn’t help but look for Trixie, her beloved dance partner from Friday night. The pair had taken up most of the so-called dance floor and boogied the night away. Trixie taught her how to jive and Katya even taught Trixie a traditional Russian folk dance claiming it looked better with the traditional outfits opposed to an astronaut and a Viking. They hadn’t spoken since, but they never really did out with School. Still, Katya found herself scanning the halls for the girl, or rather searched for her big blonde hair which would probably be easier to notice. “Katya” Flipping her head round hoping it was Trixie, Katya’s smile dropped when she realised it was Adore. “Have you seen Sharon?” Adore asked, leaning against a couple of lockers. “haven’t saw her since Vi’s party. Why?” “Was wondering if we’d get another episode of the show we saw in English” Katya let out a laugh, remembering the scene last week. “I mean it’s a Monday morning, so she’s probably out on a smoke break” Adore shook her head; “nah, she’s not there I’ve just been out” Katya shrugged before waving goodbye to Adore and walking to her first class.

Violet sat doodling in her notebook; it was design class so she could get away with it. She was meant to be designing a fashion forward item for fall, something that was functional but still looked good. The whole class was going to be creating a piece to go in a fashion show, organised by the events committee. For weeks Violet had been exhilarated, ecstatic at the idea that her designs were going to be shown to the whole School. Finally they’ll realise that I’m really talented at this. But for some reason Violet had no motivation today, that was unheard of. The most determined person on the planet was currently sitting cross legged on a stool – which was pretty uncomfortable considering her long legs – sketching and colouring in pictures of knights and medieval princesses, she just couldn’t get the image of Pearl from Friday night out of her head. She looked so stunning, like a work of art. Violet sighed as she drew geometric shoulder blades curving the ends like Pearl had done. “Violet dear” Miss Velour came up behind the girl causing her to jump slightly before doing her best to cover up the doodles with her arms. “Hi, Miss. I’m kind of still in the thinking process, the stuff I’ve got isn’t ready for critiquing yet.” Unfortunately violet knew Miss Velour wouldn’t take that for an answer and the teacher proceeded to give her a knowing look before extending her hand out to Violets half-hindered sketch pad. “May I?” Knowing she would have taken it one way or another Violet reluctantly gave her teacher the paper, wanting to hide in her hands for the lack of work she had to offer. Miss Velour stayed silent for a moment, analysing the tiny doodles that had been shaded and given such detail and attention. “Well, I , uh, this is very different Miss Chachki, especially from you” Shaking her head Violet tried to save herself, “Yeah I um, don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll get something better, don’t worry I-“ “I didn’t say I didn’t like the idea” Dumbfounded, Violet blinked multiple times before finding her words “Wait, you…like this?” Miss Velour held the pad at different angles considering all the elements and potential it had. “I mean I’m not letting you send someone out in armour or petticoats but, it’s a good stimulus. Very original. You could take a more avant-garde approach. It would really stand out from all the fringe jackets and denim blazers.” Politely yet firmly Violet retrieved her sketch book from her teacher's’ hand and her brain started to work at one hundred miles per hour again. I’ve got this she thought.

When the bell went for break Bianca make her way outside, unable to bear the loud and meaningless chatter today. She’d had a pounding headache and couldn’t seem to shake it no matter how many paracetamol she took. As she made her way over to one of the back walls she spotted a friendly face. “You out for another drag?” Quizzed the newly green-haired girl. Not an ugly green, but almost like a seaweed green enhancing the girls’ mermaid persona. She stood against the wall with a joint in between her fingers and a sly smirk on her face. “No. I think I may be dying.” Bianca stood opposite Adore with her arms crossed “What after one night?” She started giggling and it made Bianca embarrassed, “Stop it I’m serious, my head feels like a Rocky movie. Boxing match after boxing match.” Bianca mimicked punching her head on either side before whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut. “What’s the pot equivalent of a lightweight?” Adore jokingly questioned. and Bianca scowled, “come over here you big baby” Bianca did as she was told and walked over to Adore laying her head on the girl’s soft and surprisingly warm shoulder. “How can you do this everyday chola, I seriously feel like I’m dying.” Adore pulled the joint to her lips and took a smoke before blowing it out, up to the sky so Bianca wouldn’t have to smell it. “Have you ever wondered if it’s everything else in your life giving you a headache and not the one bit of weed you smoked?” Adore offered, gazing down at Bianca, who looked back up at her. “No because schools never made me ill before so why would it now?” “Because it’s so much more now. More homework, more classes, higher standards,” Adore thought her list could go on but she finished with “and all in less time.” Bianca nodded in agreement as she massaged her temples. Adore looked at her for a minute, admiring the girl for everything she was. You have a cute face too she thought, smiling to herself. She once again held out her joint and offered it to Bianca; “it’ll calm you down” At that Bianca opened her eyes and removed her hands from her temples looking up at Adore with the biggest look of confusion possible. “No” she exclaimed, “you’re not turning me into Stoner Pearl!” Adore laughed, bright and wholesome causing a smile to graze over Bianca’s face and the pair continued to laugh and talk until the bell went for the next class.

Sitting in math class was Pearl, not taking in any of the information her teacher was giving. She rested her head in her hand, staring into space; her free hand traced the equations in the textbook. “Pearl!” Looking up Pearl found all eyes on her including the one person on her mind, Violet, who was sat at the opposite side of the class smirking and staring directly at her. Flustered, partly because she realised she’d been asked a question and partly because Violet was staring at her, she let out a noise while her eyes quickly scanned the board searching for any values that could lead to the question asked. After a moment her teacher, who everyone just knew as Bob, exhaled a sigh and crossed her arms. “Okay, new plan class. Pearls gonna tell us all a story about what she was thinking about, it must be so much more exciting than my teaching.” Pearl bit her lip, “I’m sorry I uh wasn’t thinking of anything” the girl wanted the ground to swallow her up. Giving up Bob turned back to the board before scribbling the answer Pearl was supposed to give on the board; “Sorry guys, no story time today I guess” A general laugh emitted from the rest of the class and Pearl turned around to face Violet who had checked her watch and began to pack up her things, putting everything in her bag in an organised manner so it would fit just right. Watching Violet do anything calmed Pearl in a way that even she herself found a bit odd. Everything else faded away and Pearl got to learn the other girl’s body language and study her physique. The whole class then proceeded to pack up and Violet pulled out a compact mirror, checking her makeup and hair. Pearl smiled, and Violets eyes moved from her own reflection to Pearl’s behind her. The pair had a mini stare off, before Pearl winked, causing Violet to raise her eyebrows and then blow a kiss in Pearls direction. Subtle Pearl thought. Real subtle

“I’m soaking weeeettttt” Alaska moaned as she walked over to the lunch table Willam had claimed. It was only her and Willam but they took up a whole table. Standing in her normal, but now drenched clothes, Alaska motioned to her hair which looked like a birds nest that had been struck by lightning. A mess. Willam pursed her lips together but started laughing. “The hell happened to you? Go for a swim?” Alaska mocked her laugh and sat down, evidently uncomfortable in her tight denim jeans. “No. It’s basically a fucking hurricane outside and they made us do cross country. CROSS FUCKING COUNTRY WILLAM” Willam started pawing at the blonde’s hair still giggling. “So i was about to die of hypothesis and then-“ “Wait what” willam interrupted. “Hypothesis, like when you die because you’re really cold” answered Alaska plainly. Shaking her head Willam start laughing again, “I think you’re looking for hypothermia, dumbass” Alaska sighed, sat down and pulled out a compact. Gasping at her reflection, she pulled out a brush and tried to fix the mess on her head. “Anyway I went to shower and phi phi was sitting on the floor balling her eyes out so I wasn’t up to deal with that. Then I changed back into my clothes that were dry, then I had to fucking run across the goddamn yard to get in here. So once again I’m gonna die of…” her voice trailed off. “Hypothermia,” supplied Willam. “That.” Willam pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her Instagram and checking snapchat while Alaska cautiously looked over the entirety of the canteen, checking for Sharon. There’s no chance in hell she can see me like this! “Hey, look at this filter! Look how cute I am” said Willam not taking her eyes off of herself and tilting her head from side to side. “Ooh a pair one, come on ‘laska get in this one” shoving her phone into Alaska face Willam posed once again and took the photo. She looked at Alaska, first in the picture the in real life and sighed; “Why didn’t you smile or pose or do something cute? Damn now I’ve got nothing to put on my story.” Alaska gave no excuse, shook her head and rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her seat. “Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me bitch. I’m not the one resembling one of the seven dwarves right now.” “What one?” Alaska questioned, half expecting to hear grumpy. “Mopey.” For the first time today Alaska started laughing, hard. Her whole body was moving up and down in time with her giggling causing Willam to question this strange turn of events, is this the mental breakdown stage? “What?” Alaska said nothing and continued to laugh, squeezing her eyes shut. “What?” Willam hit her on the arm now, eager to know what had the moany and usually heartbroken girl all laughs and giggles all of a sudden. Alaska wiped the stray tears that had fallen, “it’s dopey you fuckin moron” “Dopey? The hell’s he? Some stoner dwarf?” “No he’s just like stupid.” Willam returned back to her phone not accepting the fact that someone thought it would be a better idea to call a dwarf dopey rather than mopey. After she regained her composure Alaska sat upright again and sighed, “Have you heard anything recently from Courtney?” Willam froze. Not too sure how to answer this, she reminded herself that Alaska knew the pair were close but didn’t know just how close they’d gotten. “Uhh, no not really. Have you?” Alaska shook her head and leaned into Willam; “Get her insta up, she might’ve posted something.” Willam looked at Alaska almost questioning her, she did kind of want to find out what Court had gotten up to. Find out if she’d made any plans to come back. Begrudgingly she typed in the aussie’s username into the search bar, each button pressed was decorated with the sound of Willam’s acrylics touching the screen. “Got it.” Alaska leaned in further and recognised the blonde beauty on the screen. Willam started to go through her posts starting with the most recent one. It was posted just this morning; the picture depicted Courtney sitting on a beach facing away from the camera and towards the sun and the sea. She wore a floral bikini and her hair reached to halfway down her back, it looked like it was slightly blowing as if there was a light breeze in the air. My god she’s beautiful. Willam looked at the location tag and it read: Sydney, Australia. Oh how Willam wished she was there as well, wished that they could share the beach and play in the sun. Moving onto the next one. This time it was Courtney and a guy, a candid shot from some nightclub and the pair were laughing. Gritting her teeth Willam felt a churning in her stomach, what is this? Alaska took the phone out of Willams hand and started to scroll at a faster pace, “Oh look Willam it’s you.” Alaska said, focusing on one of the pictures that was posted around 3 weeks ago. #tbt Missing this one, please come over to Aus so I can see your face ☺️☺️ P.S how’re English lessons without me? #MissingAmerica #EspeciallyTheFood #MyWillam Willam tried to wipe the huge grin off of her face but was unsuccessful, from ear to ear she was all smiles and giggles My Willam she thought. Alaska noticed this and smiled back at her; “Do you miss her?” “All the time” Willam mumbled staring at the photo in front of her, not really intending for Alaska to hear. “All the time eh?” Alaska said in her Mae-West impression, she had to play a character like her in her drama class and used every opportunity to practice. Willams lip quivered, trying to hide any emotion. “I never said all the time!” Willam said defensively, “I said sometime” Alaska continued in her impression; “Playing hard to get, I see” Willam wanted to change the subject, she would look again at the photo and revel in all of Courtney’s beauty later. “Did you do the chem homeowork?” Raising her eyebrows meaning she’d caught onto what Willam was trying to do Alaska pulled the folder out of her handbag, throwing it onto their table. Willam brought hers out and started scribbling condensed versions of Alaska perfectly written answers. “Man, you’re such a fuckin nerd,” Willam joked as she read through one of the answers; “like how do you know all of this.” “Uh maybe because I listen in class instead of swiping right on every second guy on tinder” Willam opened her mouth wide in shock, her brain was producing so many good comebacks but they were all to do with Sharon. Willam decided against it, she didn’t want to break Alaska’s first good mood in what felt like forever. And Alaska’s mascara had already suffered enough today in cross country. “Hurtful, i’ll have you know my standards are much higher than tinder” Alaska chuckled before pointing back at the homework. “Come on, bell’s about to go for class. Write!” Instead Willam decided to pack up her stuff, ignoring more than half of the questions. “Nah it’s fine, Miss Davis owes me one anyway” “What do you mean she “owes you one”?” “I set her up with Mr Rice in the art department” Alaska gave an impressed nod and put her folder back into her pink sequinned bag.

It was last period and Trixie hadn’t seen Katya all day. She’d been purposely trying to run into her, taking different and longer routes to her classes but had no luck. She was now sitting in music and stared out the window. Man that storm is pretty bad, maybe school will get cancelled tomorrow. Strumming a few chords on her guitar, Trixie wished she could just get home. “Miss Mattel” called her teacher, Trixie looked up and waited for more. “The internet’s down, can you take this to reception please?” Trixie lazily stood up, taking her time to get to the teacher before accepting the note and heading out the door. Better make the most of this time out she thought. Making her way out of the music department Trixie walked down the main set of stairs and onto the floor below, the physics base. She leisurely waltzed past classrooms, not having a clue as to what anything on the boards meant. She found a side set of stairs and ventured down them but halfway down she heard footsteps coming towards her. “Trixie?” Called a thick, Russian accent. Instinctively Trixie smiled, “Hey dancing partner” Katya blushed at the memory, then smacked her head remembering how awful she must’ve been dancing considering she wasn’t at all sober added to the fact that she couldn’t dance to start with. “I didn’t show you the folk dance, did I?” Trixie laughed, warm and pure. “You did.” Once again Katya smacked herself. “Don’t worry Katya, you weren’t terrible” “Good, I’ll add that to my resume. “Not a terrible dancer”” both of them smiled and looked at each other for the first time since the party. Katya didn’t have the guts to kiss her on Saturday when she was drunk so she sure didn’t have the guts to now.

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group fic) Chapter 2 - Ginger Nut

A/N: I’m back back back again, hope people enjoy thanks again to Mistress for being beta!!! Xx :))

Over at Alaska’s house, she and Willam were getting ready together so they could adjust each other’s headpieces. Plus, Willam felt like Alaska needed all the company she could get right now. As she bobby-pinned part of Alaska’s crown into her hair, Willam could feel the stiffness in the girl’s shoulders. “Cleopatra,” said Willam. “A strong, independent, woman.” “Hardly” Alaska tried her best not to chip her fresh set of acrylics, but couldn’t resist picking at them. “She had so many affairs.” “Who didn’t in those days? Hell, who doesn’t now-“ Fuck. Willam squeezed her eyes shut as she mentally kicked herself. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mea-“ Alaska gave out a pathetic laugh turning to face the other blonde. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Not like it was a person anyway. Just some lousy downers for a lousy person– dammit.” “What?” “My nail,” Alaska whimpered, stomping her foot. Once. Then twice. Then she started whining. Then came the frustrated screams drowning out any background noise. “Hey, hey, hey” Willam tried to restrain Alaska from levelling up to a tantrum, gripping onto Cleopatra’s forearms and forcing eye contact. “Don’t worry, we can–.” “But they shouldn’t have chipped in the first place. Why do they always chip, every single time!” Alaska’s eye started to well up. Willam felt a surge of strength – she was not about to witness strong and beautiful Cleopatra turn back into the Alaska who turned up a week ago at her front door. “Don’t let your nails ruin your night lask, they don’t deserve to. Why don’t we get you a new pair, huh? You can get them red to match my loub’s yeah?” Willam had nothing left other than to hug Alaska, but if she did that right now she’d crease both her and Alaska’s costumes, I don’t care if the girl’s about to die. I didn’t get this pressed for nothing. Willam heard sniffling; “God Alaska.” Willam looked at her friend again and was taken aback. Stood before her was a defeated, harmed, shrivelled soul, an antonym to the girl who was captain of the cheerleading squad, nailed the roll of Sandy in the school production of Grease, and smiled at everyone in the hallways. Her pouted lip didn’t compare to the true solemnity in her eyes, Alaska was hurting really badly and Willam didn’t know what to do. What would Courtney do if she was here? Well she’d be having the time of her life getting railed into next week- no no how would she comfort someone? Willam sighed, suddenly forgetting about the creases in her dress she was about to welcome. “Come here,” She stretched out her arms and welcomed Alaska into a hug, they stayed there for a while until Alaska sobs had quietened. Willam pulled away looking at a way to resolve Alaska’s now smudged makeup. “We’re gonna need to fix this.” Pulling her over to the vanity Willam tried to wipe away the winged eyeliner without touching anything else, her mind started to drift elsewhere; ~~~ “Hey court,” Willam instinctively smiled as she opened the door for the Aussie, the being before her radiating beams of warmth and happiness. Courtney lead herself to the dining room and presented Willam with a question; “So, what did you think?” Willam was leaning against the worktop her mind wandering to places it shouldn’t. Her eyes compliment her face so well, the beautiful colour works akin to her sun-kissed skin, I want to kiss her skin. Her ears are so little, that’s a cute dress, is almost too pretty to rip off. Almost. “Wills?” Willam shook herself back into the real world with no recollection of what she’d been asked “uh, yes” she proclaimed, pretty confident in her answer. Courtney giggled, making Willam blush ever so slightly. “No, what did you think of the book I gave you?” “Oh sorry, yeah yeah I just couldn’t get my head around a lot of the stuff though. Like who’s gonna attack a ham in the middle of the night?” “I think if that’s the most challenging scene for you to understand in To Kill a Mockingbird, you’re doing alright” “Gee thanks.” There was a pause of silence as the two girls looked at each other, taking all of them in. “Listen Courtney,” A stranger to feeling nervous, willam became aware of her pounding heart and started to worry. “Summers almost over, and you’re gonna move back soon, at least I’m guessing and you’ve really helped my grades. Like a lot. And I just – really – want to – I guess I’ve just realised,” Willam rambled. It made Courtney smile, and this in turn only made Willam more rambly. Courtney walked over to her, leaving a trace of a gap between them. Looking up at Willam, she could see the whole world in them. “Wills, what are you trying to say?” Willam was speechless, inhaling Courtney’s scent and thinking about her drove her crazy. “I just want you to know, that this,” she motioned between them, “Is real to me” Courtney closed the gap and gave a soft kiss on Willams hollow cheekbone, leaving her lips barely connected to her face before moving to Willam’s ear. “Now let’s go do analysis” Courtney began to giggle again and Willam jokingly pushed away from her “fuck all the way off” Courtney pulled Willam to sit down who begrudgingly obeyed because it meant she got to listen to Courtney talk about something she was passionate about. Willam could listen to her all day. ~~~ The Chachki household was in full swing, with a DJ set up in front on the grand staircase and coloured lights set up in every room. Violet and her helpers were getting snacks arranged in the kitchen. But, as usual, Violet was too picky for anyone, but her, to be arranging anything. “No no no no,” she hurried over to the countertop where Fame was putting assorted crisps into a bowl, Violet threw her hands out to stop her friend immediately, “What Vi? What’s wrong?” “Why would you put different crisp flavours into the same bowl? Fucking dumbass.” Fame raised her arms in surrender and just let the other girl take over. “Uh just go help Katya make a playlist, I’m gonna die if the DJ starts to play some fucking Russian bullshit” Fame didn’t hesitate, running away to find Katya, who had shown up a couple of hours ago in a full on Neil Armstrong costume. ~~~ “And you are….” “I’m an astronaut.” Violet paused as if Katya didn’t just answer her question, furrowing her brow even further “Why though” “Okay hear me out, I took a buzzfeed quiz online, like what I should be according to my personality, or was it my zodiac sign? Actually it might’ve been a mix of both because, n-never mind. I just answered a bunch of questions and it told me an astronaut.” “You didn’t think to make it in any way, appealing?” Katya slapped Violet on the arm, “Hey! Who are you trying to fool dressing as an angel anyway?” “None of your business. Now we’re going to have to do something about,” Violet motioned all over Katya with her hand “this.” Violet grabbed both of Katya’s shoulders and directed her upstairs to her room. The pair returned around forty minutes later, Katya’s space suit had been turned into a strapless skater dress. Wow, thought Katya. Violets like one of those mice in Cinderella. ~~~ Around an hour later guests started arriving in costumes varying from Barbies to Victorian gentlemen, to the football team who had come as a squad of sexy firemen. Everyone was mingling and dancing, floating into different rooms of the big house. Thankfully, the playlist was a huge success, everyone shouting out all the words to the classic tunes. Sharon, dressed as a nondescript Roman came up to Violet looking carefree and drunk. “Chachki!” Sharon stumbled over, almost tripping over a stray shoe. “Hey Sharon, care to explain your costume?” Violet found herself having to shout over the music “I’m Caesar, get it?” “Like the salad?” “No, fuckin moron” Sharon leaned in closer to Violet and the host almost gagged smelling Sharon’s breath. “As in my man Julius!” Violet sighed as if to say And? Sharon groaned in frustration, “Because I’m a powerful bitchhhhhh Vi” Sharon posed before the girl giving her a full view of her cloth-like play suit and leafed flower crown. Her hair was styled in beach waves and Violet had to admit, she looked pretty good. “Y’know it didn’t end too well for that guy.” “Yeah and take a look at how my goddamn life is going at the moment.” Sharon looked stone cold sober for a second, the reality of what she’d just said sinking in. “Sharon” Violet subsided to a more sympathetic tone, “Cheer up, don’t let them see you cry. Save it for your pillow” “Y’know Vi, people just think you’re a real bitch, but,” Sharon stretched her arms out wide and did a full turn, “you throw a great party” Sharon went to waltz back into the crowd before turning back and whispering one more thing: “If you tell anyone I’m dressed as a salad I’ll curse you”

Bianca couldn’t stand the crowds of people anymore, stepping on her shoes and pushing into her. She hated costumes, she really did, but she’d begrudgingly come as a sexy priest. If I’m gonna have to put on a costume might as well make something that will remind these people of how much of a disappointment they are to God. She bought a LBD with flared white sleeves and a pair of black stilettos – which she’d never tried before. Her feet were killing her so she’d abandoned them after her third drink. She made her way outside to one of the balconies to get some air before noticing a silhouette before her. “Hello?” The silhouette turned around to reveal Adore dressed as some eccentric being with a top hat that Bianca couldn’t get past. “Hello,” She repeated with wide eyes and sarcastic tone. Adore gave a single laugh before turning back to face the open air which had a slight breeze to it. “Are you here to force me to purge my sins?” This time it was Bianca who laughed and came up next to the girl. “All is forgiven if you can give me even the slightest idea of who/what you are tonight” “I’m the album cover of Marilyn Manson’s “Smells Like Children.” “Never heard it.” Adores face became masked with displeasure and determination. “We’ll have to change that” Adore took Biancas phone out of her hand and typed in the password she’d figured out a couple of weeks ago. She started to play the album and Bianca clenched her jaw in an attempt to keep her mouth shut. Offending Adore was the last thing she wanted to do but the music was fucking awful. Instead Bianca tried to change the subject completely, “Your makeup looks good” it came out at a much higher pitch than anticipated causing Adore to smile and drop her head a little. “Thanks B” a comfortable silence emerged, the two girls overlooked the city listening to (blocking out in Biancas case) the music playing at a low volume– low compared to inside the house. After a few minutes Adore brought out a joint and lighter from her blazer pocket which was decorated with rips and frayed fabric. “Wanna smoke?” “If you think I’m gonna put that in my mouth you can think again, chola.” Adore just looked over at her and Bianca became intrigued, “What? What?!” “Y’know B, you’re always so worked up, so tense. Like… you ever just wanna let go?” Adore took a drag and blew out the smoke a moment later. “It’s more about I don’t want lung disease.” “Or you just love being in control.” Adore looked Bianca dead in the eyes even though her own were starting to become a little hazy. “Maybe too much.” Adore’s fingers started to trace Bianca’s hand, slowly circling her palm. Bianca was lost, lost in the girls touch, her scent, her eyes, but she didn’t want to be found. Not just yet. “I don’t need drugs to feel calm.” “Neither do I.” “That’s because you’re never off the stuff.” She took a smoke and raised her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Touché.” Adore wanted to get through to her so bad, see inside her soul, knowing hidden in there was a compassionate, loving human being. “Bianca.” “Adore.” “Stop caring, what is it that you need to hold on to so bad. Nothing is that important, just take a joint. You won’t die, trust me.” “You’re asking me to trust you?” Adore nodded and offered her pinky, “I promise.” Fuck it, Bianca thought and took Adores pinkie, tipped with chipped nail polish in one hand and the joint in the other. She inhaled and immediately started coughing, feeling like her lungs were burning up. Adore started laughing loudly, mesmerised by the picture in front of her. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on that together.” “If you get me sounding like a 40 year old man by the time I’m not even 20 you’re getting it” “I’m getting what exactly?” Adore leaned in closer to Bianca. “You’re getting drop kicked into next month, that’s what.” Of course that only made the girl laugh more.

Pearl had been talking to a couple of girls, complimenting them on their outfits. Pearl had actually received lots of praise on her own costume tonight, everyone taken aback when she’d told them that it was homemade. The whole night Pearl was looking for Violet, flying from room to room. Entering the kitchen Pearl spotted Violet across the room, admiring the way her white dress was hugging her figure. Be cool. Pearl walked up with all the confidence she could muster and snuck up behind Violet. “An angel huh?” Without even looking up Violet spoke; “Fucking Phi Phi O’Hara came as the devil and people think it’s a fucking couples costume, that little bastard I swear-“ “Just be glad that you’re costumes arent switched and you’re not making Phi Phi O’Hara look in any state angelic, anyway I think it suits you. The white almost bounces off of your black hair.” Violet tilted her head slightly and smirked, hiding an honest smile. “Thought I’d do something different tonight, you look pretty good yourself. Are you trying to be my knight and shining armour, Pearl?” “If I tried to fight anyone in this getup I’d be done for.” Violet turned fully to face Pearl and gazed over her silver dress that matched her glitter eyeliner. She pouted in approval the girl’s got taste. “Well you’re not wrong.” Violet smiled and Pearl’s heart fluttered at the genuine smile she’d earned from Violet. “You look great Pearly, looks like we have something in common.” Taking a step closer Violet could smell Pearls perfume, it smelled musky with just enough spice and Violet thought she could get high off of it. “I guess we do, who would’ve thought?” Pearl caught on to the invitation and took a step closer in return, grazing her hand across Violets. “Do you want to kiss me Pearly?” breathed Violet, barely audible. “Well that depends Vi, would you want me to?” “I’m not gonna stop you if that’s what you’re asking.” Pearl leaned into Violet and locked lips with her. They didn’t move, but stayed for a few seconds letting all the social anxiety of the past few months slip away. Violet gave herself to the kiss, letting her walls crack just enough to let Pearl through. Pearl pulled away, taking in Violet as all she was. A beautiful, perfect being. Violet looked left and right, a sigh of relief as she realised no one was in close proximity. Sharon and a couple others were elsewhere in the kitchen but they were all were too drunk to remember it happened in the morning anyway. Pulling Pearl to her ear violet whispered to the girl, “Listen, I’m gonna leave and go to my ensuite. Count to 60 then meet me there.” Violet had an essence of authority and it plastered a smile on the knight’s face, excited to play. “Up the stairs, on the left, 3rd door along. Don’t keep me waiting too long Pearly”