You can love me…but you will hate me too.
•Miles Fairchild mini series.
Never actually posted on here before but this will be my first time and with that I will be posting a short story based on Miles Fairchild, the love of my life<3 loosely going along with the plot of ‘the turning’ Kind of forgot the movie BUT LETS GOOO. Also, I RARELY find good stories of this beloved Finn character, but I digress. Moving along!
//warning/ nsfw// violence, profanity, sexual situations// please be respectful.
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It was a cold foggy Friday morning. The air was crisp and unforgiving as Madeline breathed out warm puffs, it made her look like a dragon as she smiled to herself in amazement. She wasn’t used to the cold, she was from the sunny state of California. She did have a childlike peculiarity only when she was alone or comfortable enough with another person. The smallest thing as seeing her exhales make small clouds was most intriguing.
Madeline inhaled deeply letting the cold sting her lungs. She coughed out quickly. “Jesus.” She swallowed hard and turned to walk towards her first class. The grounds of her private school here in Rochester, New Hampshire was grand and impressive, but still your typical rich kid palace. The brick, the beautiful archways, and dazzling open grounds that was more lively during the spring. Bountiful flowers and greenery. But during the fall and winter, it was just grey and wet from the rain. Yes, the grass was more green and vibrant in color from the rain, but as you know, Madeline missed home and the spring was what most brought her closer to it.
To explain a little more, the teen was sent away by her parents for not being able to fit in regular public school. Madeline’s parents were beyond loaded. Her father was a huge deal in New York and Los Angeles as a big time attorney. Her mother was a screen writer for movies and such, mostly films about women empowerment and positions of dominance and privilege of men in the world. The year was 1994 and times were changing just as her mom was. Which seemed ironic seeing as her husband was held at the upmost position just for being an executive asshole. But that’s not what this is about.
Madeline was getting badly bullied in her old school in California for being a rich kid and which brought on a bad attitude. She hated being called rich kid but she also understood why others hated her for it. Everything was handed to her in a silver platter but it’s not like she asked to be born into it. She caused fights unintentionally as she would say. Her parents felt she was disconnecting from the world and becoming an unsociable outcast and ruining their reputation by constantly rebelling, they couldn’t have that. So, with their big dollars they sent her across the country to feel even more disconnected. There was the comfort of her father being close enough in New York for visits and such but her dad had no idea how to talk to his own daughter, so how much comfort could he bring.
Madeline’s slick black shoes clicked against the stone floors as she continued towards a large double door entrance leading into the grand foyer of the building. There was only around 500 students in their school, the outside looked like a castle but the inside was definitely more cozy but still classy. She struggled to pull the heavy oak door open but eventually was able to slither in. The door thumbed closed behind her as she quickly scurried across the parquet flooring. Her shoes now making a squeaking sound with her fast pace.
Her first class was Physics and she was running late, had she been paying attention to her watch she would’ve realized her break was over 7 minutes before. This is how she was, always late and always careless, sometimes thoughtless. Her parents always scolded her for having her head in the clouds but sometimes she had a lot on her mind, so when it finally went silent she would just go on autopilot.
The day was finally friday, she had no assignments due but to study and then she would have the weekend off. Her father was planning to pick her up and take her up to New York to ‘hang out’ as he’d say, but that was just her in his penthouse on the 56th floor waiting for him to get home and only being allowed to take the car to SAKS FIFTH, get takeout or take a walk in the park with security supervision. Didn’t seem all that fun but being able to leave this dreadful place was good enough for her.
Unfortunately for Madeline, school here in the east coast was no different. She still barely had any friends and was still getting bullied for being ‘weird’. She tried to be friendly and nice but with these bratty kids it didn’t last long. What was she doing wrong? It’s not like she was amazingly beautiful where they could be jealous? Or that she was more loaded than they were? Or that she was being rude or mean? Cause that was definitely not the truth unless they had it coming. No, she was just quiet and tried to keep to herself. Although it was no different here, she was still excelling in the curriculum and just wanted to stay out of trouble this time. Not let her anger get the best of her, again… and maybe just make her parents proud. Even if this felt like a prison.
Madeline’s watch beeped again as she was now 13 minutes late for class. She groaned and smacked her head against her palm and began to sprint down the hallway. The paintings on the walls of men and woman looking at her in disappointment to her tardiness. Her slightly short plaid skirt of maroon and navy flapped against her tan legs. Thankfully, Madeline was able to keep her tan even though she’s been here for a full year. It contrasted well with her light caramel hair. Her dark features coming from her mothers side, natives of Arizona who migrated from the reserves. Sometimes her mother would take her to visit her cousins and aunts who still lived on the reservations, but as she got older the less her mother felt the need to try and stay close to her roots. Although, it was like the more successful she got she didn’t want to associate with them anymore, it angered Madeline but her mother forbid her from visiting with the excuse that she was too young to go alone. Besides her uncanny resemblance to her mother, one thing she got from her father was her dark blue eyes. They were cold and deep and seemed odd against her Sunkist skin tone.
Madeline huffed and puffed as she ran down the hallway. Passing multiple open doors. Catching students attention. She quickly looked back down at her watch to see two minutes had passed. “Why do these hallways have to be so damn long!” She heaved as she looked back up again only to come to a screeching holt. Although, it didn’t help her much because she still collided with a standing figure who had stopped to pick up a pencil from the floor.
Madeline felt as though she had fallen onto a wooden plank as they both fell onto the cold hard floor. The person groaned in pain as he had taken most of the fall with his back. She barely had time to recover when a booming voice yelled out. “What the fuck! Watch where you’re going you cow!” Madeline gasped in surprise when she realized it was miles, Miles Fairchild. The miles Fairchild. The kids parents who’d recently died in a crash. The kid who’s been causing trouble and being the tortured loner. Wait- forget that, did he just call me a cow?
Madeline quickly climbed off him and sat down on the floor to shake off the dizziness. Miles stood up slowly and dusted his uniform off. His vest was spotless and his navy jacket was not even creased. He always kept himself at his best. His dark alluring curls were perfectly untouched and his pale skin was flawless like a vampire. His dark stoic eyes stared down at Madeline like she was a piece of trash. His bright red lips pursed in disgust. His freckled nose wiggled slightly as though he smelled something rancid in the air.
Madeline anticipated his response in slight fear. Miles was definitely a golden boy, handsome, popular, and cleverly smart. But he was definitely an ass. He intimidated everyone and was a bully when he was bored. He frightened everyone, especially lately, after his parents. He was mean for sport now.
Madeline expected him to stomp on her or spit and curse her name. What he did next was definitely unexpected. He leaned down slowly holding eye contact with her. His dark eyes held something in them that Madeline couldn’t read. Suddenly he reached his hand out to her. He wanted to help her up. Madeline smiled slightly. Miles stilled as he stared back at her eyes. They were like the deep blue sea, mysterious and it seemed to almost swallow him up. She was entrancing with her long dark lashes, but he was quick to snap out of it. Who was this nobody? He thought. Madeline softly grabbed his awaiting hand and he slowly pulled her up. He brought her close to his chest which made her cautiously bring a hand up to his chest to bring some kind of space between them. She gulped, she’d never been this close to a boy. Besides that, what the hell was he doing?
Miles stood like that for a minute with his eyes closed before slightly moving his head into the crook of her neck. He rubbed his nose up slowly and breathed her in. Madeline was frozen. This is beyond my comprehension? How do I even handle this? She questioned. He then moved up and that’s when Madeline felt his oddly cold lips rub against the rim of her ear. He sucked in a breath and sighed. “You smell like a cheap whore.” He whispered with a chuckle.
Madeline fell back onto the ground as he had pushed her back down. She hissed in pain from the brute force he had used. This is what you get for falling for it. All boys are the same. He walked past her swiftly with a couple more chuckles under his breath. She whipped her head around to say something but he was already too far down the hallway looking at her with cold disgust and then quickly turning the corner. “Fucking asshole!” Madeline seethed as she slammed her palm against the floor. Her wrist folded weirdly and she quickly pulled it against her chest in pain. She rolled her eyes, nice move idiot..
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