#heartbreakhigh

“i guess you fell into the wrong hands, ooh, and now you’re f-ing with the wrong man” – sundress, a$ap rocky

⋆·˚ ༘ * pairing – anthony vaughn x fem!reader synopsis – dating ant vaughn! warnings – none! vic’s notes – I desperately need some requests guys 😭😭 post type – moodboard

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Description: Amerie, Harper, and (Y/n). The three were the best of friends until the incest map. A heartbreak high x reader. 

(Y/n) walked a bit behind Darren and Quinni, they finally had the day together, Amerie was gone, skipping school, Harper was doing her own thing, Malakai was missing too probably with Amerie. This was her chance to hang out with her friends, socialize but it was so easy to just become quiet and retreat into her thoughts. She had texted Harper multiple times, maybe a bit too many times but she was just worried about her friend. She even got to talk about Cash and Darren’s date or Sasha and Quinni’s escapades and all it did was make her feel more out of the loop, as if everyone in school had their own little secret and refused to tell her. When (Y/n) looked up she noticed Darren and Quinni were a good feet away she sped her pace to catch up to them only to freeze when Amerie pops out of nowhere and jump scares them. Gripping the strap of her bag tighter she walks behind them doing what she did best, staying quiet and listening in. “…I went to the beach, had some fish and chips, had some sex.” Amerie dropped the news. There was another stutter in (Y/n)’s steps. Amerie and her may not have been friends now but when they were younger, they bonded over the fact they still had their v cards. It wasn’t much but it was some semblance of a friendship pact. “ Your girl dropped the V plates! You couldn't tell, could you? I don't feel that different. Do I look different? Am I glowing?” “No. But you do have a cornflake on your shirt.” Quinni pointed out. “Who with? No, wait, let me guess.” “Malakai.” Amerie said proudly.

Oh. So he really was just having fun. Shake it off (Y/n). He is not worth—Holy shit. And there he was standing there holding a large bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped balloon with the words ‘will you be my girlfriend amer’. (Y/n) felt stupid. Embarrassed at any feeling she had for this guy how ever short they were. He’s just a pretty face, let it go. She thought to herself walking off.

“We have two very special guests speaking with you all today. I'm told Mr. Peterson is a regular visitor at the school and will run you all through some workshops. Whoo!” Ms. Jojo speaks, most barely listen, (Y/n) scribbles doodles on her notebook, out of it mostly. Everybody had somebody, Harper had her hands intertwined with Dusty, Amerie was passing notes with Malakai, Sasha had Quinni. (Y/n) sat doodling next to Darren.

 “…And believe it or not, many moons ago, I was a student here at Hartley High. So after I graduated, I decided to join the police force where I served for over ten years until injury forced me out. A question. I like it. Go ahead.” “Did you injure yourself from over-policing a marginalized community?” Darren’s voice brought (Y/n) out of her daze. “No, I tripped on a fence. Right, so, um, we're going to split the class in two. The girls are going to come with me and the boys will stay with Constable Perry.” Upon noticing everyone moving around, (Y/n) stood up following the girls, she sat in the back next to Harper, finally getting the chance to talk to her about that night with Dusty. Only for the blonde to be busy in her own thoughts playing with a lighter. “Sexual assault is a sad reality for far too many young women. You would know. And Rack Off is designed to equip you with the tools and the knowledge to assist in preventing it…” (Y/n) wasn’t paying attention more focused on Harper, “So now you know the psychology of an offender, their selection process It's time to learn how to get them to…Rack off. Uh, so now I'm going to demonstrate some simple self-defence moves that you can practice on each other. So, who wants to be a volunteer? Come on, guys. How about you at the back?” He points out Harper. Immediately knowing where this was going to go, (Y/n) raises her hand. “uh, yes?”

“Could I do it?”

“Oh, you’re volunteering?”

“Yes,”

“You don’t need to do that.” Harper rejects and goes up to the man leaving (Y/n) behind.

“Oh uh. sure, come on up,” It was a few minutes later the demonstration goes as normal, the officer grips Harpers’s wrist to show the students. “A man has a strong grip on you. Hey, you can't pull down or back, but the weakest part of the grip is the thumb. You need to cross-grip.” The demonstration ends when Harper panics and burns the man and walks off, (Y/n) following close behind.

“You didn’t need to do that. I could have gone on for you.”

“I wanted to, and I didn’t want you to do that for me”\

“I wanted to do it for you.”

“No, I mean I don’t need you hovering over me like I’m going to break.”

“Harper, I’m just—” before (Y/n) could finish Harper had already walked off leaving the girl behind feeling guilty and alone. The class heads back taking their seats, but Harper could feel the sad gaze of her friend on her. It wasn’t long before the boys came back, and everyone had to give a summary of what they learnt. And quickly both groups noticed a clear difference in their lessons.

“You didn't get the sexual assault thing we did? That's bullshit.” “We don't need it, all right? We are all feminists here, yeah? We know how to ask for consent. We use protection. I mean, Malakai the Pullout King, he just comes on himself.” Spider blabs revealing to the girls that locker room talk they had.

“Hey. How's that for a equality, Amerie?” “Go climb a waterspout, Spider. It'll be the closest you come to getting your dick wet.” Harper defended Amerie. “Okay, that's enough. Thanks. Thank you. Thanks, everyone, enjoy your lunch break.” The class leaves Malakai following Amerie and Amerie walking up to Harper and Dusty

“Oi. Don't do that.” “What?” “I don't need you to fight my battles for me.”

“Why don't you guys fight again? That was hot.” Spider says drinking from a can. “You three should play hide-and-go-fuck-yourselves.” Amerie stomped off.

(Y/n) walked around the library, looking for Harper only to spot her and Dusty making out and pulled away she then saw Darren and wanted to talk to them about their Mardi Gras plan which they usually did at their house, but they seemed to be busy with Cash. Quinni was missing probably in the nurse’s office with Sasha. (Y/n) walked around not sure what do with her free time. As she heads out the library she spotted Malakai with his head in his hands sitting on the ground.

“That’s pathetic” (Y/n) accidently said aloud. Malakai turns his head and looks up at her.

“Oh… hi.”

“…Sorry I meant to say that in my head.”

“No, it’s… fine. You’re right.”

“…right.” Just as (Y/n) was about to walk off Malakai starts rambling.

“Its just that, I didn’t mean to say anything, I barely did, they just kept egging me on and I just…” the next twenty minutes of her life (Y/n) had to spend listening to a boy complain.

“Okay, just stop talking.”  He shuts up looking at her. “I get it you like her, you didn’t mean it, but take her perspective she feels betrayed, it was her first time, and you just blasted her business to a bunch of boys that now look at her in that light. If you want to send your apologies, it’s up to her to accept it or not. Just don’t do it to make yourself better.”

“…that’s... helpful… thanks (Y/n)”  

“…yeah, I just didn’t want to hear you blab on about how bad you feel.” She walked off before the boy could say another word.

It was still early in the day but (Y/n) got up and dressed up in some colorful clothing, and headed off to Darren’s place with a tray of baked goods. She fixed herself up and knocked on the door nervously wondering if the plan had changed at all or not. Darren still just waking up opens the door.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hi!”

“What—”

“I brought food,”

“Oh-“

“I didn’t know when the Mardi gras thing was happening, so I came a little early is that okay?”

“…well since you did bring breakfast it’s fine.” They let in the girl, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

“So, how’s everything, it feels like it’s been so long since we talked, how’s cash?”

“he’s actually coming today, maybe, there was something weird that happened.”

“What? tell me everything!” They sat down eating the food and talking and joking, within a few hours, it was time for the party and Quinni came, to which (Y/n) excitedly talked to her about Sasha and catching up with them. The third person to come was unexpectedly Amerie. The brown-skinned girl looked a bit confused as to why (Y/n) was here.

“Why are you here?”

“Its mardi gras. I’m celebrating with my friends. As I always did.” Darren and Quinni side eye the tension.

“Okay? Lets get ready you guys!” that’s all it took for (Y/n) to take a backseat again. Ameire started talking about Malakai, which led Darren and Quinni to talk about their own love issues as (Y/n) quietly sat playing with her jewelry.

"It's heaps eetsway. I'll let you know, bro. for him sometimes.” Darren complained about Cash while putting on Amerie’s makeup. “Malakai needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut.” “You did tell us about the hook up.”

“I kept it PG. Whose side are you on?” “Yours, babes.” “One-on-one, Malakai is so lovely. But when guys get into that group pack mentality, they just turn so feral.”

(Y/n) notices Quinni having some issues and nudges her lightly asking if she was okay, to which the sparkly girl brushes it off. “I'm sorry, boo. Straight men are the worst. Mmm.” “Lesbians aren't that easy to deal with either.” Quinni huffed, “Everybody sucks. Mmm.” “Except us.” “Mmm.” Darren agreed. And (Y/n) wondered if she was a part of that or not. The door rings and Darren goes to check it out, while Quinni get something more to drink leaving (Y/n) and Amerie in awkward silence.

“…Just because you lost Harper, doesn’t mean you can take my friends again.”

“What?”

 “Don’t act coy.”

“They’re my friends too.”

“Sure. Let’s just keep it civil.”

“you’re the one being a bitch about it.”

“Oh, I can show you just how much of a bitch about it I can be—”  

“Just those nice boys we weren't totally just talking shit about.” Darren calls out announcing who arrived. Amerie had already moved to Quinni’s side leaving (Y/n) alone, she watched as Amerie confronted Malakai.

“Bold of you to come.” “Ah. Can we have a yarn somewhere in private maybe?” “I'm gonna go.” Quinni said, catching the hint. “Mmm. No, stay.” Amerie grabs the girl pulling her down. “Mm-hmm. Um” “Did you get any of my messages?” “No, I haven't, because you're on mute.” “Right.” “I need to wee.” Quinni says once more only to be pulled back again. “No, you don't. Sit down.” “Mmm. But this is excruciatingly awkward.” “No, it isn't.” Amerie affirms. “No, it is kind of.” Malakai rebutted. “Oh, I'm enjoying watching you squirm. Anyway, how'd you get Darren's address?” “I sent him a pin drop.” Quinni says happily. “Judas.” Amerie whispers. “Anyway, Malakai wants to talk to you, and he wants to say..” “I'm really sorry, Amerie. I messed up. Our business is our business and no one else's. I am I realize that in my actions, I was contributing to a culture that I don't want any part of. I didn't take into account how that might make you feel. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better next time. Well, at least try to.” Malakai reads off his hand and Quinni mouths along encouragingly. After that things seem to go back to normal for the two. They all dress up, drink or do drugs, as (Y/n) sits quietly in the corner. It wasn’t until Amerie walked up to Malakai and kissed him and the group took a photo without her did she think of leaving. Quietly grabbing her bag, she slipped out of the house. As she stood outside the door a lump stuck in her throat did she notice her hands shaking a bit turning them over she noticed how cold they were.

“hey? You’re leaving?” (Y/n) turned to see Malakai.

“Um yeah... I forgot I have work... so.”

“Oh, we were about to go just now to the party you sure you can’t stay?”

“no.”

“…well... um I just wanted to say thanks again, for talking some sense into me to not feel bad about myself.”

“…” (Y/n) nods about to leave.

“Just, come along... maybe you’ll have fun?” Malakai says in one last attempt as if noticing something was off, before (Y/n) could refuse the rest of the guys come out and take her along, in her car, after parking she sticks with Quinni closely as they all head to the party. Inside was a light show with loud music and sweaty bodies, (Y/n) stuck close with Quinni not for the red head’s sake but her own. They watched the show until Quinni had to go to the bathroom, and (Y/n) followed not wanting to be left alone. As they chatted heading to the bathrooms they heard a familiar voice.

“Sasha?” “Quinni?” Sasha meekly asked back. “What are you doing? Oh.” The door opened to reveal Missy and Sasha doing drugs. “You want a bump?” Missy asks. “Oh, no, she doesn't.” Sasha immediately denied. “What is it?” “Ket. It's real nice too.” “No, it's sketchy. You don't want any.” Sasha said despite taking a hit. “You're doing it.” “And don't fall into another k-hole, you a-hole.” Missy jokes. “Shut up. No, it might mess with your medication.” “Oh.” “You know what I'm feeling? I'm feeling that we need to go dance. You wanna dance? Let's go dance.” “Yes. Yes! Let's go dance.” “I'll wait here.” Quinni said, “Oh, you sure? We can wait with you.” “No, it's fine. Have fun.” “Tactical spew? Yeah, tac vom.” Missy asks nodding as if understanding as Quinni tries to object. “Yeah, it's fine. We got you. Okay. We'll come back. Later.” The girls dance away leaving Quinni and (Y/n).

“You okay?”

“Yeah…no.”

“I know how you feel.”

“…?”

“Left out? Feel like you’re missing out?”

“…yeah”

“Its okay, you have me, and you can always talk to Sasha about it later,”

“Okay.”  Quinni goes to wash her hands as (Y/n) goes to the toilet. She spots Harper coming in to cool herself off.  “You look amazing.” She compliments the girl. “Thanks.” “It was really cool how you handled that guy yesterday. I wish I could be more like that.” “Like what?” “Like a boss. Say and do whatever I want.” “Why don't you?” “They might stop liking me.” “We're all gonna die anyway. So do whatever the fuck you want.”

Quinni smiles and (Y/n) comes out to see Harper and catches her, before she could run off.

“Harp, please,” Harper sighs and stays.

“Im sorry, I shouldn’t have treated you like that... I was worried. I know you can handle yourself, I just… it felt nice to have you back in my life again after so long, I don’t want to lose you again.” (Y/n) says softly.

“… it’s okay, just don’t do it again. Alright?” (Y/n) nods eagerly and hugs the girl. “ah im sweaty,”

“oh, want an icepack?”

“Why do you have an ice pack?”

“…do you want it or not?”

“…thanks (Y/n),”

When the girls came out Darren was having their performance, the crowd cheered for them as they waited for the judges to rate the performance.  

“Judges, scores. Tens, tens. One chop, baby. Where is the white? Where is the white? We're sorry, but you should've brought it in a white look. We'll see you at the next ball, though.” the crowds boo at the judges. “It's ballroom, you'll get over it.” The host says.

(Y/n) gets close to congratulating Darren for getting on stage, but they get bombarded with Amerie and the others.  At some point everyone splits up again leaving (Y/n) in the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies, as she makes her way to the couches she bumps into someone.

She looks up to see Spider. “What are you still doing here I thought you would have left by now, looks like you stuck it out eh?” Spider teases only to notice how uncomfortable the girl was and hesitates before pulling her along.

“Hey!”

“Do you want to stay in the sweaty grinding bodies?”

“…” the girl shakes her head and lets Spider drag her along to an open area. “…Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah don’t mention it fish.” He walks off with his water bottles. (Y/n) notices everyone is busy Quinni with Sasha on the couch, Darren and Cash making out, and Ameire with Malakai out of their minds. She sighs and makes her way out of the club only to find the others also coming out. It wasn’t long before the chaos erupted, screaming as a cop body slammed Malakai, Ant picked up the body as they ran away and came to an impasse, Malakai was panicking, Amerie was yelling.

“I knew they would do something! Why didn't you listen?” “What are you yelling at me for? They didn't come after you!” “Did anyone Did any of you film it? Did you get it?” “Yeah. Here.” Ant mentions sending the recording. “We gotta expose them. We need to share this.” Amerie says, “No, don't do that. Don't do that!” Malakai panicked more. “But Malakai, what?” “No, don't.” “The people need to know! We need to let people know.” “Nothing is going to happen. Nothing ever happens to them. I'll get shit for it.” “Shouldn't have sworn at him.” Spider comments to which everyone yells at him. “Shut the fuck up, Spider!” “Malakai, that was so, so wrong. You need to let people know, tell someone.” “Amerie, just leave it. No! I said no! All right, just listen to me.” “Okay. Okay. I'll shit. Um” “What?” “I, um, I can I'm just gonna delete it.” “Did you just post it?” “I'm so sorry. I um” “What the fuck? I told you to leave fuck!” “I'm sorry—" Amerie stutters, “fuck off! Get away from me. Get away!” “I'll delete it now!” “Just get out of my life!” “What? Are you—" “fuck off! I want to be alone! Just leave me alone. I—” He runs off. “Don't let him go. Amerie. Don't just let him walk away.” Harper urges trying to reason. “You heard him. It's done.” She walks away, Dusty and Harper move after Malakai wanting to follow him,

“Wait Harp, we’ll take my car it’ll be faster,” Harper agrees and follows (Y/n) they drive along the route and find Malakai crying under a light pole, Dusty and Harper get out and start comforting him. “It's okay, man. It's okay.” “Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. It's okay.” They help him stand. (Y/n) opens the door for them, the two help him inside and they drive off to Dusty’s place. Harper sits on the bed, letting Malakai rest his head on her as Dusty puts on a record, (Y/n) brings in some water for them all. Harper plays with Malakai’s hair as they sit in listening to the music. (Y/n) takes her place next to Harper’s side. Dusty on the other having rolled up a joint, taking a puff passes it to Harper. She inhales and lets the smoke hit Malakai, at some point Dusty takes Harper’s hand and rests it on Malakai’s shoulder. At that instance everything seems tenser for (Y/n). Harper then leans in kissing Malakai, surprising them all, then looks at Dusty who does the same thing. Harper then turned to (Y/n), resting a hand on her cheek, making (Y/n) tremble nervously, the blonde leaned in and was about to kiss the girl before she pulled away quickly shaking her head.

“…you’re high,”

“you’re pretty,” Harper murmurs, and gives a quick peck shocking the girl. She turns to see Dusty giving a smile of approval and Malakai looking at her as if waiting for a turn. (Y/n) stays still unsure what to do, until Harper, comforts her. “It’s okay, we can teach you if you want.” She pulls Malakai up, hinting for him to kiss (Y/n), which he does, the poor girl now startled stands up noticing the odd vibes in the room,

“I.. I can’t,” she stands and leaves, heart beating faster than light. (Y/n) heads to her car leaving the three, to have have their fun.

A few days later, (Y/n) gets cornered by Harper. “Hey. You're avoiding me,”

“…no.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“Im sorry. I was drunk I shouldn’t have pushed you—”

“I don’t know what youre talking about.”

“…(Y/n).”

“I have class. Bye.”

“(Y/n).”

“…it’s whatever. Not like I had my first and second kiss from two drunk people..”

“… I’m sorry.”

“…”

“How can I make this up to you? Please?”

“…I don’t know. I just... I need time.”

“Okay,” Harper watched the girl scurry off to her class.

I was so done at this point, like how could they do my man Darude like this!

they almost gave us a heart attack with nan passing AND they make a whole duck FUNERAL PIRE scene ??!!

The cinematography in this high school show about teenage drama stepped up their game to give us a scene worthy of a museum to send off a pet duck.

The poetic nature of Darude's farewelling is not lost on me!!

♡ youre standing face to face

Guys I might be chronically online 😬

@jamespotterismydaddy, @doremimosasol, @liketwoswansinbalance

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Quinni Gallagher-Jones