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          petite palms raise, reaching downwards to scoop up

             a simple button down, one of her many.

             she shed off an expensive-looking blouse, a gift, 

             now tainted with impure memories, as well as mud.

             they’d pushed her, cackling as her crumpled form lay

             in an aftermath of last night’s rainstorm.

             &&. of course they took photos. 

             she’d replaced her skirt with a different one, pleated &&.

             clean, one of a navy hue. 

             her knees poked out from the crimped folds, bruised &&.

             scraped, blood freshly spillt. 

             she peels off a camisole, before wiping the thin chain around

             her neck, pausing to look at it, a cross. 

             she seems to stop, looking into her reflection within the 

             bathroom mirror. 

             her brassiere covers full breasts, a small ribbon centered

             in betwixt her mounds. stretch marks peeked out from the

             waist of her skirt, slightly above her navel. 

             she wasn’t stick thin, like everyone here. she was short, 

             &&. chubby, one’d be so far as to say FAT. 

             one more thing for them to HATE.

             look left. 

             in the doorway, she’s staring. kate stares back. 

             everything connects, quickly covering her upper half with

              the aforementioned garment, a flustered expression painted

             upon her features.

                        ‘  SORRY !!

                           i didn’t think anyone came in here.   ‘ 

NATHAN.

          ❛  maybe.. if it keeps raining, the dorms will flood in && they’ll cancel classes!  ❜ 

          ‘    i think i’d rather risk school than have all my stuff get wet—-  ‘

NATHAN.

       ❛  I’M NOT SCARED OF THIS MOVIE, i’m just.. startled, alright? 
            there’s a fuck ton of jump scares.. ❜

        SHE KNEW IT WAS WRONG, LAUGHING AT HIM. though,

          it seemed  almost ironic, how the boy stared with wide eyes &&. 

          the two jumped in unison. 

          a goofy smile took place on her lips, detaching her eyes from

          the screen.

                          ‘  i’m scared too !! it’s okay !!  ‘ 

NATHAN.

        ❛    I don’t  need to.  ❜   He already knew all the answers regarding Kate’s mishap. Nathan knew pretty much the whole story of innocent Miss Marsh. Jefferson insisted on him learning about the girl. The only thing he didn’t know was the ending. 

(   Kate , you’re making a mistake. You shouldn’t befriend a monster like me.   )

        ❛   Well that’s fucking depressing. I say your head’s just all mixed up in what happened to you—I get it. Trust me, more people like you than you think. At least the ones that matter.  ❜  

                    ‘   if they like me so much——

                                                     why is this happening?   ‘

                her tone of voice bordered on FRUSTRATED, contrary

                to the blonde’s level-headed personality. she couldn’t

                stand people down-talking her. she wasn’t a child. she

                wasn’t something they could just brush off. 

                    ‘   ——whatever. 

                                       you don’t deserve to deal with my bitching.  ‘

NATHAN.

        _{the response to the quote, unquote “horror film” was almost    LAUGHABLE;} 

        _{hiding her vision from looking unto the screen as if  t h a t  would make what} 

        _{was clearly already in motion of happening vanish from the screen.  he had} 

        _{to watch in order to make sure that her FLYING KNEES wouldn’t accidentally} 

        _{come into contact with him,      a side effect of watching horror movies with}

        _{Kate Marsh he supposed.         ❛ we don’t have to watch this if it creeps you}

        _{out so much… it’s pretty boring anyway.  ❜}  

           ‘   boring ??   ‘ 

          her fingers pull away from her eyes, tucking a lock of

          hair behind her ear. 

          she looks down at the boy, debating whether or not 

          questioning him on the topic would be of any value.

          she decided against the act. 

                    ‘  well,

                         what would you rather do?  ‘        

NATHAN.

❛❛   Thank you Kate. I didn’t realize that before…  ❜❜  ( you sarcastic prick. ) The only friend you could count on was Victoria & even she didn’t know everything. She was right but, he wasn’t going to fuck everyone off now. The Vortex club was a shitty mess but, it’s was the only normal thing he had in his fucked up life. He rather be surrounded by assholes than deal with his family or worse; his rapist photography teacher. However, Kate couldn’t know the truth. (I’m part of your turmoil Kate, stay the fuck away from me. ) But she will learn it all eventually & she’ll hate him even more than the rest of them. At least, that’s what he believes.  ❛❛   And you like hanging out with me? You rather hangout with me than be alone, is that it?   ❜❜

          (  you shouldn’t have said that, you probably made

             him HATE you. not like he wasn’t already. who could

             LIKE you anyways ?? )

             she was never alone, not really. she was haunted by 

             her own brain, constantly being reminded of her stupidity.

                           ‘   you don’t ask questions.  ‘

             ( it wasn’t just that. ) 

                           ‘  plus, i—-

                                           you just—-

                               you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of me

                                or ignore me——   ‘

WARREN. 

❝  If you insist. ❞ [ & who’s he to turn down such offers — such causes smile to curl upwards & stay like so. just. kate’s making everything so easy, so reachable & tangible to he that effort is of least concern. no reason to try, yet what would be the fun in letting all of this fall flat, to spill everything & do away with guise ??  so. he’ll keep playing the sweetest act there is : innocent, little boy that knows no more than subjects laid before. science & math & all that lay below the stars — she thinks him a genius. & though that would be no lie, no falsitude ; warren is a changed person. whether it be for the better, or worse, is up to those who cast their gaze upon him. ]

           ❝  C’mon —  ❞

   [ & steps are taken, stride one of confidence & newfound ease.
   he’s a knight, & serves right - hand to the king. why should he
   not act as though this humble abode of his — blackwell — is
   nothing more than a castle ?? & THEIR’S, at that. ]

   [ rounding corners, feet scuff sidewalks, cobblestone & rain
   gravel over sneakers. switch of gait : slowing & soft as approach
   of café is made. limbs move swiftly, deftly, & digits curl ‘round
   handle. open, & offer before. nice, nice. still pulling this off well,
   it seems. ]

          ❝  After you — ! ❞

               ‘  such a gentleman, as ALWAYS.  ‘ 

                      she walks inside, holding her jacket tight against

                      her lithe figure. she looks back, waiting for him to

                      meet her strides. ( not that they were very long. )

                      she wasn’t really much of a COFFEE person. unlike

                      the brunette who had accompanied her. 

                      his intentions are CRUEL, INHUMANE. she’s too HOLY.

                      ( maybe that’s just what she wants him to think. )

                       he can’t touch her. god protects all his children. she’s

                       been broken once, stitched together by an amateur     

                       hand. once again, she is VICTIMIZED.

                       she doesn’t believe it, she doesn’t want to.      

                                        ‘  tea sounds good—–  ‘        

NATHAN.

❛❛   You could call me whatever  you want but if I were you I wouldn’t expect much. I’m not much of good friend nor person.   ❜❜ (  Jefferson warned you. He told you to stay away from his precious child. Your friendship will taint her & raise so many questions.  )

                                   too high to care. ( BUT SHE MAY END UP LIKE RACHEL. )

❛❛   But if it’ll shut you up for the most part, I don’t care. I ALSO don’t need people bombarding me with questions or pointing fingers at me for being friends with the girl who hooked up with too many guys not that it’s any of my business. There’s just people in life who’ll bitch if they find out I’m friends with you. So just keep it all to yourself. And trust me, I don’t THINK you’ll want to hear what other bullshit that’ll spill out of people’s mouths EITHER.  ❜❜

         ‘   i don’t think you have very good friends if 

                                              they judge you for the people you like.   ‘

                  her voice is soft &&. sweet. a siren, she. 

                  she seems much more CYNICAL. it was

                  almost as if he was affecting her; his dark

                  rubbing off on her light. 

                           ‘   it’s not like i know anything, though—-

                                                   nobody really liked to hang around

                                                   ME much.         ‘

                     (  your own mother wont even look at you. )

MR. JEFFERSON.

‘  why ━━ yes, Miss Marsh they are. I thought I could use a little bitch of a change. I think everyone can sometimes.  ’ 

(  Little Kate Marsh and her bubbling personality always intrigued && nauseated him. The plumpness of her cheeks to the glint in her iris was enough to make his fingers twitch at the very sight. So pure - so innocent.  ) 

          ‘  you think so ??   ‘

                 her petite steps crept up to her table. (  she was so

                 sweet, but no one really sat with her, did they ??  ) 

                 she unpacked, snagging a granola bar from her bag.

                 (  so much for a CAMERA bag.  )  she was never as

                 professional as she seemed. she had several quirks,

                 some odd &&. some ADORABLE. she dressed like a 

                 librarian, always sporting knits &&. button-downs. 

                      ‘  you’re right, in a way, change can be good.  ‘