Kittystone

Emmy froze when she heard the familiar voice near her, stopping in her tracks for a moment before turning towards it. She looked at the familiar blonde, various conflicting emotions started to swirl inside her at the sight of Kitty, yet she didn’t let it betray her by letting it creep up onto her face. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged in…” 

“Oh thank you daddy. Love you. I’ll see you tonight.” The blonde stated softly hanging up and realizing instantly that she wished she hadn’t when she looked up and her eyes locked with Emmy. She wasn’t ready for this conversation, regardless of the pep talk Clarke had given her. “Hi Emmy.” She finally managed to get out before letting out a soft sigh. “You look good.”

Artemis’ jaw clenched when she saw the blonde. She knew how close Kitty and Emmy were before the blonde committed social suicide and became a coward; Hell, she was glad that the girl was gone. And this was before she and Emmy got close. “Surprised to see your face around here again. Thought you went and hid under the same rock as Marnie and Luke.”

Looking up from her phone, she shrugged softly. She was aware that coming back wasn’t going to be easy but she was surprised about the attitude from Artemis. She couldn’t remember ever being rude to the girl in question. “Daddy, I have to go.” She stated before hanging up an setting her phone on the table. “Why I left and why I came back is really none of your business, Dawson. You aren’t the captain on the team I play for and we aren’t friends so I don’t quite get why you are even bothering.”

“Charlie, by my own request.” 

Cash Cash - Surrender

“My girl, if you feel like you’re only a jock because you’re good at sports then you’re wildly wrong. It’s more than that.” Clarke cleared his throat, ready to give a mini motivational speech, “There’s a type of finesse and confidence that contribute to being one of us, and you’ve got it. Take whatever you’re scared of and give it a kick in the balls because it’s no match for you.”

Emmy: SO you're saying that Eli was just fucking collateral damage to you? That's really fucked up, Kitty. That's my family. If it had been the other way around, you wouldn't have even tried to hear me out, don't fucking play it off as you not having a choice. You had one, you could have tried to throw stuff at anyone but you chose one with my fucking cousin in it.

Emmy: I didn't say you started it, I said you could have talked your way out of it but you didn't. I know you're fucking smarter than that. You can fool others with the dumb act, but you can't fool me.

Emmy: I didn't see you texting or calling me either, Kitty. It's a two-way street. The phone works both ways. Off all the time with my plastic friends? I've been out of town and the one time I showed up to where the plastics were I was avoiding everyone. Don't pull that shit on me, Kitty, it's not gonna work.

Emmy: so it's my fault you're turning your back on me? That's fucking beautiful, Kitty. Truly.

Kitty: Ive already apologized. Im not going to get on my hands and knees and beg you to forgive me and im not going to grovel if you dont. I fucked up but im not continuing this back and forth of you just consistently being pissy about it where it leads no where.

Kitty: Yeah okay

Kitty: Sure

Kitty: Im not turning my back on you but you take it however you want.

Emmy: I submitted something, but I didn't submit anything on you, Kitty. I aim for people I don't give a fucking shit about. Out everything and everyone, you decided to go after my fucking cousin? I can't fucking believe you.

Emmy: As if you're not smart enough to talk your way out of it, Kitty. You've got a smartass mouth on you. You and I both know you could have turned the situation around. I wasn't there when the fight started, and I am not going to throw myself into shit you're starting.

Emmy: And it never occurred to you to talk to me about it? Fuck, Kitty. I thought we were better than this. But apparently fucking not.

Kitty: I aimed for Gaspard. Your cousin just happened to be part of it and Im sorry for that. It was getting to the end of the night and I didnt have anything.

Kitty: I didnt start it Emmy but fine. Whatever.

Kitty: When? When you arent showing up to parties? When you havent texted me in weeks? When you are off all the time with your plastic friends and im left behind? When should I have talked to you about it Emmy.

It was weird for Clarke to switch from joking to seriousness, it wasn’t something he did often. “If you didn’t fit in you wouldn’t be a jock. The boys are here for you K. Stone.” He didn’t relate to not knowing who he was at all, so there really was nothing he could think of to say to make Kitty feel better.

“Well… Um… Kitty, I think I’m not qualified enough to answer that for you.” He let his heightened brows fall into their normal spot after the shock wore off. “You just have to do what feels right, girl. Sometimes that’s not what other people think is right.”

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, Kitty, but…” He started, trailing off a moment for dramatic effect. “The world doesn’t revolve around you,” he told her and shook his head. “You’re not special. I know all us teens are programmed into thinking we are, but we’re not. It honestly is that simple. Stop being a bitch and actually be nice to the people that you were always “too good” for and maybe they’ll eventually accept you,” he told her with a roll of his eyes. “It’s not exactly like you were accepting of any of us when you joined the jocks. All you cared about were the Plastics and talked shit to Sammy, or the others. Don’t blame us for not caring or accepting you, when you’re the one that never really tried.” He pointed out to her. “Because changing cliques? Is not going to be any better. We’re still in the same clique and understand so we might accept you, but the lower ones? They’re the ones you actually fucked over the most.”  

“Me and Sammy dont like each other. Thats a fact. Im not the only part of that equation that has ill feelings so lets stop acting like its all on me.” She stated before crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head. “I had a more important person. I had Emmy and it worked and now it doesnt. You guys barely tried, not like I expected much. I never expect much.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, she refused to cry in front of him a bit irritated it had come so easily in front of people in cliques below hers. “You dont understand though. None of you understand any fucking thing about me so stop acting as if you know some big secret. Funny though because Summer and Tristan and even fucking Holly have been nice where as you just keep calling me a bitch.”

“Uh, pretty sure that Sam is a girl?” Aidan replied with brows raised. “What’s your point?” he asked her. “I’m sorry, that only happens if you surround yourself with those kind of people. Don’t blame your own problems on others, denial isn’t cute,” He rolled his eyes when she said Sam wasn’t as nice as he thought. “Coming from the girl that dumped a drink on her when Sam did nothing but be in the same vicinity as you?” he asked, brows raised at her. “I think I’d know my own friend better than someone that just tries to bully her around. You can do the same thing if you didn’t choose to be such a frigid bitch all the time, Kitty.” 

“Yeah, i already commented on her though. Please do keep up.” Kitty shot back before dropping her head. As he continued on, she shook her head before forcing a small smile. “Great talk Aidan. Really helpful.” She mumbled looking back up at the boy in front of her. “Like any of you would want to be my friend. Im not stupid enough to think that any of you guys would really accept me after what Ive been like to everyone. I can play stupid but im not. Its not the simple, Aidan. It’s not as simple as dont be such a frigid bitch all the time and people will like you. Not for me.”