marshie

her skin is weirdly clear, she's never had her hair not out of place, and every time mk keys her car, it's always fixed the next day. mk searched her up on instagram, way too many followers, so many crystals, travel vlogs, so on. mk also keeps stealing change from julia's car because seriously- learn to lock ur fucking car.

she's also a TOTAL fucking bitch- which is revealed to the rest of world when mk records and anonymously posts a phone call julia has in her car about sabotaging bowie's prom queen plans that year. julia loses all her followers, gains twice the amount back, and still loses to bowie- who managed to snag both the queen and king's crown's.

mk's parents force her to go to prom that year to 'make friends', so she's sitting at some abandoned table where the lights are dim and the punch is close.

"you're sneaky."

mk jumps, and she looks behind to see julia with her arms crossed. for a second, she thinks she's going to get beat up but-

"you took that video of me- and stole the last 20 in my glove box?" julia asks, but mk knows she knows.

"... yeah, why?" mk asks. she is going to die, actually.

julia looks her up and down, and then she looks past mk- towards bowie receiving the crown on the stage in the gymnasium.

"i need your help."