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[revisiting-muses]

HS!Verse - Broken Ties

Violet insides felt hot and sickly, betrayal and hurt burning just beneath her skin.  Her fingers tightened on the door, her entrance unnoticed by the two boys in the classroom.   The two boys that were currently making out.  Jack was standing in front of the desk, leaning into the taller boy sitting on top of it, hair mussed from his fingers.  She'd thought- god she was so stupid.  To think Once-ler would actually want her, she should have known.  When did things ever work out for her after all?  Hadn't it been made clear to her frequently that she wasn't worth the time of day?

She couldn't stop the strangled sob that rose in her throat, shoulders trembling.  She covered her mouth with a hand to muffle it.  Please, please don't hear me, she couldn't-  The two froze, Jack turning to look at the doorway.  His blue eyes widened, hand falling away from Once-ler.  Funny, for a guy who always had something to say, he was awfully silent.  Once-ler drew back, all limbs as he scrambled from the desk, hands out in an appeasing manner.

“Violet- I'm sorry, I can- I can explain!”  A wet laugh escaped Violet.  Explain?!  Tears pricked at her eyes, making her vision blur.  “Oh, I think everything is perfectly clear,” She said thickly.  The words shook, but she kept going before he could speak.  “Clear that I wasn't enough for you.” Her free hand clenched at her side.  “To think, I- I actually thought you cared!”  She bowed her head, trying to hide the tears behind her bangs.  Another broken laugh threatened to escape.  “I thought both of you cared...  Stupid, I get that now.”  Her hand slipped off the door, footsteps echoing as she bolted back down the hall.  

She wasn't sure if either had followed her.  She was pretty sure she'd heard one of them call after her, but it fell away below the rushing in her ears.  She didn't stop until she'd reached the theater room, slipping inside and hiding herself among the costume racks.  The room was dark, lights shut off during the time between the end of classes and rehearsal.  But she knew it, and it was safe.  She let the familiarity of it wrap around her as the tears ran their course.

The problem with highschool is you can't just avoid seeing people. She stopped eating lunch in the cafeteria like she had when she could sit with them, falling back into the habit of spending it in Mr. Black's room.  He didn't mind after all.  Her clothes fell back into pure dark tones again, a silent signal to others to leave her alone.  The pink sweater Once-ler gave her, buried at the bottom of her closet; the gloves with snowflake patterns Jack had gotten her when he realized her own winter gloves were practically useless, same story.

But she still passed them in the hall, still shared science with Jack, and English with Once-ler.  The glances from Jack, she was pretty sure she could see some regret there, but good.  It was them who hurt her, they should regret it. And the attempts from Once-ler to speak to her, the notes he tried to slip to her desk.  She rather enjoyed dripping water on those and watching the meaning of the letters melt away.

In the end it was a relief when Once-ler transferred.  The constant reminder was no longer hanging over her, and his attempts to smooth things over were no longer something she had to worry about avoiding.  She didn't know if the transfer had anything to do with what had happened.  She didn't try talking to him one last time to set the record straight, and she didn't ask Jack.

Things went back to the way they had been before.  She was alone, for the most part, at school.  It was at least better than home again.  And she wrote; she threw herself into the scripts, spent hours in the theater room going over them with Mr. Black.  Life moved on.

[revisiting-muses]

HS!Verse - Not Expected

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Violet stalked angrily down the hall, long black hair swishing behind her as she scanned for the shock of bleached silver hair.  It wasn’t that hard to find among the mostly natural shades, especially spiked up in a way that was meant to look as though time wasn’t spent on it.  If you ever felt the texture though you knew there was product there.

She knew she was getting a few strange looks as she nudged her way through the general busyness that was the hallways toward her target.  She generally just let the current of the student body ferry her along them to where she needed to be.  Apparently no one really expected shy little Violet to have any forcefulness to her.

Finally breaking through the people to the boy, she snapped angrily, “Jack Frost, I knew you were a bit of a pompous idiot, but you’ve really done it this time!”  She glared at him, not touching him, but blue eyes boring into him with a sharp anger.  

“Vi,” Jack said, eyebrows raising a bit in surprise.  They’d only ever really interacted when she’d briefly dated his friend Once-ler, but their interaction had faded off after the complicated mess that had turned into, and he’d transferred schools.  “What do I owe the pleasure of your presence to then?”  He asked, bright blue gaze looking her over with a sort of wry disinterest.

She bristled, sure it was more of a facade as he tried to figure out the situation, but bothered none the less.  “Your prank on Pitch,” she said lowly, leaning into his personal space.  “I know you think your hot stuff or whatever, above the rules and above everyone else’s feelings.”  Her voice was slowly rising.  She hadn’t noticed that people had cleared around them, some having stopped to watch from a safe distance.

“But you try a stunt like that again and I swear, you won’t know what hit you!”  She spun on her heel, hair sweeping none to gently against the boy as she stalked down the hall toward her next class.  It didn’t help that it was one she hated.  She didn’t catch the expressions of her fellow students, or Jack’s rather stunned face.

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"You were there for me when no on else was."

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c. 2010

He walks down the hallway with hands in his pockets, head hanging down and not really looking where he’s going. He doesn’t need to, though, people just move away to let him walk by, because he is Oh Sehun and in this school that name means royalty. Or at least it was until a few weeks ago, he realizes as someone steps in front of him. It’s one of the guys from the basketball team and, even though Sehun is tall, this boy is taller and towers over him. He can easily tell that the other is not exactly pleased at the sight of Sehun, but he looks up at him with impassive eyes and says nothing. A crowd starts to gather around as soon as the other guy pushes him and Sehun stumbles backwards slightly, caught off-guard. He doesn’t retaliate though, because he’s not looking for a fight. He’s not looking for a black eye, either, but if he has to choose he’d rather deal with bruises than being sent to the principal’s office. As the other charges for a second attack, someone else steps in front of Sehun and makes the giant stop. Looking at both Sehun and his saviour with what looks like disgust, the bully probably decides it’s not worth it and just leaves, causing the audience to leave as well. 

“You didn’t need to do that.” Sehun says as soon as they’re alone, cheeks flaring up as he ruffles his own hair, trying to avoid looking at Elijah. When the other replies, Sehun can’t keep a smile from spreading over his face and he nods. “Yeah, well, I was just being a decent human being.” He says with a chuckle. He still doesn’t understand how, with so many eyes on him constantly, people didn’t see his gayness coming. “Thanks, anyway.” He adds as an afterthought, a bashful smile accompanying his words. 

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“We’re a very rare breed.”

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c. 2008

Sohyun walks down the hallway hand in hand with Delilah, and she can feel the eyes of everyone on them, on their linked limbs. Despite the sight having become quite usual by now, people sometimes still seem surprised by the vision: after all, the so-called princess and the poor girl, being best friends? It goes against all the social standards the elitist school has, but Sohyun has always had a taste for breaking the rules. 

They make it to the dining hall, fingers still intertwined, and as they sit down for lunch, the people sitting along the long table immediately start muttering and looking their way. Pointedly and with a smirk on her face, Sohyun puts her arm around the older girl and smacks her lips against Delilah’s cheek and brings out the colours in several of the girls that look them from the other side of the table. 

She’s snapped out of her little game of messing with people when the other speaks, and Sohyun looks at her and chuckles. “We are indeed.” She says with a playful smile. “But isn’t variety the spice of life?” 

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“My date stood me up.”

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c. 2009

The television is on in the house, and Sohyun is preparing some dinner as her siblings watch it. It’s some drama about a coffee shop or something, Sohyun is not sure because she rarely watches television, but she knows her sister is kind of obsessed with it. She doesn’t really understand her fixation with the dramas, and she just hopes that she realizes that life is not going to be that way in the future, not for them. 

As she stirs the ricecakes in the water, there’s a knock on the door and Sohyun frowns slightly before making her way to it. Her siblings look curiously from the sofa and Sohyun directs them a soft smile before she opens the door cautiously. It’s late and they’re not expecting anyone, but when Sohyun sees Hani on the other side of the door, she just opens the door wide and grins at her. The happiness disappears quickly when the other speaks, and Sohyun just throws an arm around her friend’s shoulders and leads her into the room. “Well, we have ricecakes, bibimbap and dramas, and that’s a thousand times better than that asshole.” She says with a chuckle, rubbing the other girl’s shoulders to console her. 

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"Is everything okay?"

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c. 2010

The music rings loud in Sehun’s ears, making his entire body vibrate. The headphones around his head block out every noise but the one coming out of them, and Sehun picks up his IPod from the floor and rises the volume even louder. As he sits there in the dance practice room floor, he tries to lose himself in the music, and is making a very good job at it. The strong bass of the song resonates in his eardrums and he feels a bit like he may go deaf, but his hearing it’s used to thunderous noises and loud music so he knows he’s safe. His knees are brought up to his chest, his head hanging down and eyes closed as he concentrates on the music. 

It isn’t until someone touches his shoulder that he looks up, immediately removing the headphones from his head. The music still plays, easily heard even without the headphones next to his ears, but he can now perfectly hear what the other boy is saying. He smiles his trademark smile up at him, lip corners tugging up and eyes crinkling. “Yeah, it’s fine.” He says with a chuckle as he takes his music player and finally stops the song. “Just wanted to listen to some new music.” He adds after a moment, looking up at Hoseok with a small smile. 

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“You shouldn’t be here.”

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c. 2009

Sehun walks along the hallway of the mansion, a cup of God knows what in one hand as he tries to makes his way out of the place. It’s not the easiest, what with all the other teenagers tumbling around, making out and just enjoying a night out, but he tries. He hasn’t drank much from his cup, but whatever his friends put in there sure was strong, because he can feel his vision blurring a bit at the edges already. He frowns and half-closes his eyes as a door opens and bright lights illuminate the hallway he’s walking along. Among laughter, he continues his way through this mess of a party and finally reaches what he thinks is the door to the bathroom. He opens it without knocking first, the need to empty his stomach bigger than his manners. He probably should have knocked, though, because a girl he can’t quite place is already inside the toilet. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He hears her say, but he just holds up a hand up to her as he makes his way to the basin and lets out the contents of his stomach. When he’s done, he opens the tap and washes out his mouth, head rising up after to look at the other occupant of the room. “Sorry about that.” He says with a sheepish smile, wiping his mouth on his very expensive shirt, but his mind is not really caring about that right now. 

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“I was kidding!”

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c. 2009

A hand suddenly touches her ass, and Sohyun turns around on the spot as if activated by a resort, eyebrows irked high and mouth edges tugging down. “I’m sorry, where you looking to loose your fertility? Cause my knee is really fucking close to your crotch, you know.” She says as she pointedly looks down at the crotch area of the guy in front of her, a not so nice expression adorning her features. She should have known this party was going to be full of perverted teenage boys, but it’s also full of guys who would give Sohyun anything just to spend the night with her, so sacrifices must be made. 

“I’m sorry, Jiyong said...” The boy trails off before he turns to leave, and Sohyun just rolls her eyes and sighs. She then looks around the room for the mentioned boy, who she knows it’s here somewhere, probably enjoying some vodka. She finds him not too far away, and she makes her way over to him with firm steps and a pout. “Seriously?” She asks as she gets to him, and she knows Jiyong knows what she’s talking about, because he immediately replies with a cheeky grin. “I guess I should have really left him childless, that would have been fun.” She says after a moment, dropping down next to the older boy with a mischievous grin.