#lolacolada

[perfectlyfranks-blog]

Text ✉️ Lola

Frankie: lo? what was that over the intercom?

Frankie: please tell me you and miles have a home-ec project together or something

[keener-esme]

burn your kingdom down

ft: lola pacini & esme song description: esme accidentally catches lola at a vulnerable time, letting her know exactly how she feels about the predicament before the two come to an agreement. date: february 3rd location: the girls’ washroom tw: mentions of abortion 

Esme wasn't much for lunchtime as of late, whether from the lack of appetite or just plain having better uses of her time. Figuring she could steal Zig away until next period, Esme made a quick stop to the washroom, making it as far as the sinks before hearing the frantic rustling coming from one of the end stalls. Hand hovering over the faucet, she hesitated, listening in to figure out just what was happening.

Lola had been pacing back and forth in the stall for a good few minutes now, so distracted by her own world crashing down on her that she hadn't even realized someone else was there with her. She was far more focused on making it out of the bathroom without anyone seeing her, that she completely forgot the pregnancy test was still in her hand as she exited the stall. She intended on discarding it somewhere no one else could find, but now she was face to face with Esme Song with the small object hidden behind her back. A small "H...hey..." was all she could manage to say. Trying to run away would be far too suspicious at this point.

Esme wasn't sure what she expected from the shuffling, nor had she anticipated Lola to be the one to emerge from the stall in question, but there she stood, looking like a deer in headlights. This confirmed Esme's suspicions that Lola had some issue with Esme lately, looking horrified to be in the same room. "Hey..." she returned, lifting an eyebrow as she whipped a hand out of sight, but not far enough for Esme not to catch a glimpse. Craning over the sink, Esme checked the mirror behind Lola, the offending plastic now clearly visible. "Is that for real?"

Lola A nervous smile was plastered on her face as she stood frozen in place at the sight of Esme. As she craned her neck more forward, Lola realized exactly what the girl was doing, and immediately went to hide the object in her back pocket, but it was far too late by then. "I... I don't know what you're talking about..." An obvious lie, but Esme Song may have been one of the last people she wanted to find out about this.

Esme was now struck just as off guard as Lola had moments before. Maybe this was why Lola had been acting so strangely and it wasn't Esme at all. Taking a few steps forward, Esme reached behind Lola's back, plucking the object from where it was ill shielded in her pocket, reading the window once she had possession. Wordlessly, she glanced between the test and the girl for a few seconds. "Did you read the result already?"

Lola had gone to swat Esme's hand away from her pocket, but again, Esme was far too quick for her. "God, just give me that! Why do you have to be so nosy?" She snatched the test away from Esme's hand. At her question, Lola bowed her head in an almost shameful manner, embarrassed over the mess her poor decisions had gotten her in, and who the first person was to discover this. "...Yeah, I read the result..."

Esme could admit that she was being intrusive, but Lola was acting too suspect to let it go. "Because you've been acting super weird to me and I deserve an explanation," she excused, letting the test be tugged away. "Well... I didn't expect this from you, and I'm pretty hard to surprise, good job."

Lola was now more on edge than ever. If Esme knew, then surely word would get out soon, meaning she'd have to tell Frankie and Miles about everything before rumors started to swirl around. "You don't deserve anything from me, okay?!" she cried, hoping Esme did not take note in the cracking of her voice that threatened to unleash a wave of tears at any moment. "I just... can you just... not tell anyone? Please?" Her tone was more pleading now, as Esme had no obligation to keep this a secret.

Esme could certainly understand Lola being tense in such a situation, but to be snapped at was unexpected. "Geez, what's your problem? I'm not the one that knocked you up," she scoffed, taking a small step back. "I guess that depends, are you going to keep yelling at me? Because that's not a great way to get what you want."

Lola shifted uncomfortable from one foot to the other at the mention of who the father was, and decided it was best to move past that subject, no matter how much Esme's arrogance got under her skin. "I'm not—!" She paused to lower her tone, "I'm not yelling at you. So, can you please not tell anyone?"

Esme rolled her eyes as Lola started off on the same foot, pleased that she at least had the sense to correct herself. "Why would I tell anyone? Do you really think I'm that kind of person?" Truthfully, the implication offended Esme some; she'd thought they were friends once and that was low even for Esme to spread such a thing around. "You know, just because you're pregnant... that doesn't mean you have to be pregnant."

Lola shook her head, almost feeling bad for speaking to Esme so harshly, but she'd hope the other would understand why. "It's not that. I just haven't told anyone else yet. You're the only one who knows." The week earlier, Lola had a creeping feeling that something was off after her struggle with constant nausea and vomiting. Then, when her period didn't come, she only knew she was confirming the inevitable by taking that test. "I know... but what if I want to be?"

Esme "You're fifteen..." she reminded her, treading what was becoming touchy territory. "You really want to go through another three years of high school juggling a baby? Not to mention college." Pausing as not to overwhelm her, she felt the next inquiry necessary. "Maybe you should talk to the father?"

Lola: "I know... I know all that. I'm not saying I do for sure, or that I don't... I just need some time to think." She knew very well that it'd be difficult, but she at least wanted the opportunity to make this decision on her own. "No!" Her eyes widened at the thought of that disaster. I mean, I can't tell him yet. He's definitely gonna tell me to get an abortion, he won't even think about it."

Esme nodded in understanding. She could offer her insight, but it wasn't her decision. Blinking at Lola's abrupt refusal, Esme decided to push a little further, assuming she wouldn't get an answer, but figuring she was far enough into the situation to press her luck. "Maybe not. Who's is it, anyway?"

Lola cast her gaze downwards before responding. "You don't know him. He goes to another school— a boarding school— far away— in America. I met him over winter break."

Esme didn't put much thought into the parenthood of Lola's baby until her body language gave herself away. Narrowing her eyes, she thought back, recalling how often she'd seen Lola at the Hollingsworth house over break, knowing there's no way she'd missed a vacation, or hearing talks of a new boy in her life. "Well then you should definitely talk to him if you're thinking about keeping it. It'll be hard enough with two parents, but being a single mom in a different country? That's a lot."

Lola knew Esme would see right through her lie. After all, they came across each other many times during the break, as they were constantly in and out of the Hollingsworth mansion, whether it be for Frankie or Miles. "I'll talk to him after I decide what I want first. I know it's gonna be a lot, but what if I can handle it?" She was also aware of that was a long shot, but her thoughts were spinning in every direction at the moment, and she just needed a moment to get her head on straight. "I'll talk to him, but not now."

Esme "Right..." she murmured, barely listening to Lola's words, still too wrapped up in the improbability of the partner she was creating. "Okay wait, when did you say you met him? And you're already getting symptoms and stuff? Are you sure it's not someone else's? You don't have to lie about it, I'm not gonna give you shit for it," she assured, growing a little irritated at the fib. "Wait, oh my god, is it Zig? It's totally Zig, isn't it? Is that why you're totally obviously lying?" Laughing softly, she was certain she'd cracked code, as often as the two frequented the house. "Oh man, yeah, you definitely don't want to keep that, don't be stupid."

Lola could sense that Esme was hardly focused on her words at the moment. "It's been over a month! That's enough time to start having symptoms." She had done plenty of Google searches on when symptoms of pregnancy can start to arise. It had been something on her mind for days now. "What? Zig? Oh my god, ew!" She had no idea what Frankie saw in that boy, and did not intend to find out. "No, it's not Zig. Definitely not him."

Esme "Calm down, would you? I've never been pregnant, how should I know?" She probably should have taken offense to the quip about Zig but rolled her eyes instead. "Look I get it, he's hot," she shrugged, still not willing to be persuaded. "And apparently fertile after all, that's scary. Anyway, I'd probably lie about it too if I were you, yikes. This is going to ruin some weekends for me now," she thought out loud.

Lola: "Are you, like, delusional?" Zig Novak? Hot? If there was any word to describe him in Lola's mind, it surely wouldn't be 'hot'. "I'm telling you it's not Zig!" Her voice rose a bit, but not enough for someone outside the bathroom to hear. Speaking of which, she shuffled to the entrance of the bathroom door and locked it. "Why can't you just let it go?"

Esme "No, are you? I'm sure he's ten times hotter than whoever's pull out game is obviously weaker," she spat back. She hadn't intended to get as heated as she was getting, and maybe it was selfishly so, as Lola's opinion of Zig fell back onto her own taste. "Because I know you're lying about it," she answered plainly. "And I don't get why! I've been pretty nice about this and you're acting like I put you in this position. Maybe you should have been more careful."

Lola "It was Miles, okay?!" She finally blurted out. "It was Miles..." One more time, she repeated those words to confirm it with herself. "And just to let you know, you've actually been pretty mean. Why can't you at least try and be more understanding?"

Esme lifted a tentative brow at the exclamation, feeling her heart drop to the ground. "I'm waiting for the punchline," she finally responded, her face unchanging. "How am I not being understanding? What would be mean is if I left right now and told Miles you were lying about something like this. That's messed up, Lo. Is that even a real test? Are you trying to boost your Hastygram following or something?"

Lola still refused to make eye contact as Esme allowed a silence to linger for a moment, assuming it was all a joke. "Why the hell would I change my whole life just for a few Hastygram followers? God, I'm trying to be honest with you right now!" She exclaimed, tears now rolling down her cheeks. "Why...why would I lie about something like this?" Her tone was now more hushed, trying to keep her composure despite her watery eyes and trembling frame.

Esme was thankful for Lola's diverted gaze, as it gave herself time to stare incredulously at the girl, still waiting for her to admit it was a bad joke. Seeing the tears, Esme swallowed, and now they were both a little nauseous. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," she muttered, aware now that she was anything but. "How could you let this happen? Have you never taken a health class? Ever?"

Lola almost wished it was a joke at this point too, judging solely based off the other's reaction. If Esme was acting like this, she was nervous to see the father's reaction. "I don't know! I'm on birth control, I didn't even think this was possible."

Esme was swimming, lifting her hands up towards her temples to rub at the culmination tension there. Granted, Lola's position in the situation was much more severe, but it was a selfish setback for Esme as well, something she couldn't adjust to on the spot. "Did you take it at the same time every day? Use a condom?"

Lola nodded to the first part, though she didn't really think a condom was necessary due to the precautions she already took. "Yeah, I've been taking it at the same time. Light to dark. I didn't think we needed a condom since... y'know... I already had it covered." Or at least she thought she did.

Esme "Clearly," she scoffed, shaking her head. It wasn't like her to play the concerned parent, but this was something she hadn't expected from Lola of all people. "Wait, what? That’s backwards, you took it wrong," she gasped, floored by the slip. "God, that thing is doomed for IQ if you keep it."

Lola was just about ready to talk back, but decided it was best to keep her composure in a situation like this. Esme now knew one of her biggest secrets, and if she truly wanted to, could hold that against her. "I don't know how this happened." Even with the answer now right in front of her, it was still hard to accept that this all happened due to her own indiscretions. "Well, whatever the decision is, I'm gonna tell him eventually... I have to. So, until then, can I count on you to keep it a secret?" Perhaps it was asking for too much, given Esme's relationship with Miles, but Esme was a girl too. Even if she never went through the same situation, she must have some sympathy for Lola.

Esme could feel the gravity of the situation now, a heaviness in the air as she was questioned. She didn't want to keep the secret. She didn't want to know that it existed, she didn't want it to exist at all. But it did, and the ball was in Esme's court as far as when it was discovered by anyone but her. And against her own desires, she could feel her head nodding, a silent promise to keep begrudgingly mum. "Fine," she rasped, clearly unhappy by being put in such a conundrum. "But tell him soon. Be responsible for once. My promises have deadlines," she warned over her shoulder as she stepped over to unlock the door to make her exit. At least she'd found a way to skip past lunch.

Lola could not hold back her sigh of relief as she wiped the tears from her face. Esme would not be an issue, but now she had to tell Miles a lot sooner than she anticipated. She was not prepared for the consequences that her decision may lead to, but she'd have to face it nonetheless. "I will, I will," She assured her, watching as the girl made her exit.

[hunterhollingss]

text: lola

hunter: how much do you love me?

[chacsmade]

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