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i've been in love with you since the day we met. there. i said it. happy now?
Ginny Miller
i've been in love with you since the day we met. there. i said it. happy now?
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
Ginny hated the crushing weight of realizing her crush would never like her back. It was a feeling she'd grown accustomed to since the moment her little mind had been able to process things like attraction. She couldn't help her feelings, always getting a crush on some guy just because he smiled, was kind, or just showed her the smallest bit of attention. It was frustrating, and embarrassing, watching them choose girls who looked like her polar opposite: tall, blonde, skinny, married parents, stable household, suburban white picket fence lifestyle. The pretty popular girls who looked perfect at every given moment. They didn't have to worry about struggling to control their hair or having to deal with their mom disrupting their life by moving from place to place or not getting to see their dad as often as they wanted.Â
For a split, brief moment, she thought Wellsbury would be different. Sure, the residents were painfully white and looked too upbeat to be real people, but she'd found a group of friends that made her feel at home and had managed to land her first boyfriend. Sweet, considerate, attentive Hunter Chen. The perfect guy. He came from a good family, shared mutual friends, and was everything anyone could ever need or want in a boyfriend.
Except... Hunter wasn't the guy who'd first caught her eye when she arrived at Wellsbury High School and made her stomach turn to mush.
That spot had been taken up by (Y/N) Sanchez, the longtime friend of the Baker twins and brother to Sophie, the so-called 'hottest girl in school'. Ginny had the pleasure of meeting him at lunch when he'd gone back and forth in playful banter with Max and made Ginny feel more than welcome at their table. Hunter had been there too and while she blushed when he brushed off Max's semi-insensitive rambling, the spark just hadn't been the same.
She thought she'd get over it when Hunter asked her out but with her nearly always over at Max's place and (Y/N) and Marcus practically joined at the hip, her crush only worsened. And it absolutely didn't help that (Y/N) enjoyed being affectionate with his friends. An arm over Jordan's shoulders, piggyback rides with Abby, letting Max use his lap as a seat, playful drunk flirting with Brodie and Marcus. It'd taken a couple weeks before it started with Ginny. Hugs from behind, casual arm around her shoulder, the playfights and wrestling over snatched phones or beer bottles.
And then, it happened.Â
M.A.N.G had gathered together at Max's place for a get-together with just the girls to gossip, chit-chat, and relax without the rowdy boys interfering with their stupid jokes or teasing. Ginny had settled down comfortably on Max's bed with a laptop resting over her outstretched legs as she searched for a movie they could watch. Nora and Abby arrived looking extremely pleased and an excited Nora couldn't help but spill out the news.Â
(Y/N) had officially asked Abby out after years of flirting.Â
Ginny had been crushed, to say the least, and barely paid any attention to the movies chosen while she thought back on each interaction he and Abby shared throughout her time knowing them. She'd never seen their closeness as something with flirtatious undertones but she supposed (Y/N) always teased Abby more than the others.Â
From then on, her mood had considerably soured and it was beginning to be noticeable. She couldn't help it. Jealousy bubbled up in her chest and spread throughout her body whenever she saw the two together. She became snappier and standoffish, especially whenever the relationship was brought up and cooed over. Even Hunter had begun lightly questioning her, asking if everything was alright at home with Georgia and Austin.Â
Ginny groaned softly under her breath and slammed the locker closed. She almost flinched at the person whose face had been hidden by it but her surprise was quickly washed away by a fluttery feeling in her stomach. (Y/N) flashed his pearly whites at her and arched a brow as he glanced between her and the locker.Â
"What'd the locker do to you?"
"Nothing," She answered, slipping her backpack strap over her shoulder and shrugging. "Just... woke up on the wrong side of the bed."Â
"Think you need to put your bed against the wall then, Gin and tonic. You've been bitchy all week and it's making Hunter think he pissed you off." (Y/N) pushed himself off the lockers and slipped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her close to his side as they headed down the hall. Ginny tried not to think about how perfectly she fit against him, like the last piece in a puzzle slotting right in. "What's going on, my little cocktail? Did Hunter try giving you a private tap dance class?"
Ginny giggled and lifted her hand to stifle it, the uneasiness that'd settled in her muscles slipping away. "No, he didn't. It's not him. I just..." She trailed off, the nerves flooding her system making her feel as if her guts were being twisted violently. She cleared her throat. "It's nothing, I swear. Having a bad day is all."
"You're a shit liar, Gin."Â
"I'm not lying-"
"Yeah, you are. You can tell me what's going on, you know. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, I promise." He assured her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. Ginny dug her teeth into the inside of her cheek and shook her head, brushing his arm off her shoulder and quickening her pace.
Before she could round the corner and try making a subtle break for it, a hand clamped around her forearm and dragged her into an empty classroom. (Y/N) planted himself in the doorway and crossed his arms, staring at her expectantly. Ginny pursed her lips and took a deep breath through her nose. Now or never.
"I've been in love with you since the day we met. I like Hunter but only as a good friend and- and I don't think you and Abby should date. She's a great friend but she can be mean and aloof and- and I hardly see you dating someone like her. I thought I could break up with Hunter and confess to you but then you got with Abby and I just- I... I can't handle it. I can't handle seeing you with her. I'm sorry, I can't..." She blurted out. "There. I said it. Happy now?"
Inspired by the fact that I keep randomly seeing promo stuff
Ginny connects with the new boy on trauma + expressing it through art/poetry
Ellen comforts Ginny (idk); Paul definitely comforts/bonds with Ginny
Abby and Marcus get into substance misuse (obv both are dealing with mental health). I think it will be platonic (my theory is Abby is secretly harboring feelings for Max and it will be hinted at during their hangouts but Marcus will never catch-on; the twin of her crush/friend of his twin connection will be coincidental but intentional of them hanging out)
Abby will kiss Max
Abby passes out due to her e.d.
Norah having relationship issues with her boyfriend/probably break-up (bye, i've never liked her)
Ginny and Norah will probably bond over their upbringings/growing up as woc
Hunter and Padma have a thing
Paul and Georgia's relationship breaks apart
Georgia and Joe get romantically closer (they don't get together this season)
Austin breaks and tells his friend (Zack?) what he saw with Georgia letting Cynthia's husband die
Alternative: Austin turns more into an angry, cptsd kid from bottling things up (this is more likely)
Joe and Austin bond a little
Marcus tells someone about Georgia's other murder while high
Marcus and Ginny don't get back together by the end of the season
Marcus goes to rehab
Zion and his girlfriend announce a pregnancy/marriage is on the horizon
you are more white than iâll ever be / together we make a whole white person / your favourite food is cheeseburgers and i know more mandarin than you do / youâre barely even asian / sorry iâm not chinese enough for you / but iâve never seen you pound back jerk chicken / last time i checked brodie twerks better than you / and i liked your poem but your bars could use a little more work homie / so really how black are you then? / excuse me? / what? / literally. what. / because if weâre gonna play that game letâs do it. / oppression olympics, letâs go.
Below the cut is Season 1 Episode 2 of my Ginny and Georgia Fanfic; My Mother's Daughter
At the bleak hour of 3 AM, Alex jolted awake, heart pounding, and sweat slicking her brow from another nightmare. Try as she might, sleep eluded her. She sighed and reached for her notepad; a song idea had sprouted from the chaos of her dreams, and she wasnât about to let it slip away.
Alexâs creativity wasnât confined to just writing stories and poems. She also sang, played the guitar, and wrote songs. Unlike Ginny, who excelled at the piano, Alex kept her musical talents hidden. Georgia probably didnât even know she could play the guitar. Alex had picked up playing the guitar in music class back in Texas and now imagined the chords since she didnât have one of her own.
She often felt overshadowed by Ginny and preferred to keep some things to herself to avoid comparisons.
As she was finishing her lyrics, she heard Georgia and Ginny talking in the other room. She tried to ignore it until something about Chewbacca caught her attention. Curiosity piqued, she went to Ginnyâs room and saw her sister plucking a hair from their motherâs chin with a pair of tweezers.
âIâm not awake enough for this,â Alex muttered, shaking her head before returning to her room and closing the door.
Restlessness gnawed at her, making her feel as though she couldnât sit still. She loved her home in Wellsbury but sometimes felt an overwhelming urge to move, to do anything but remain idle.
Abandoning her half-finished song, Alex decided to prepare for school. Getting ready and having breakfast early would give her a legitimate reason to leave the house without sneaking out. With that plan in mind, she set about her morning routine, hoping the activity would help settle her restless energy.
Alexâs plan worked perfectly. She got ready, had breakfast, left a note saying she had left for school, and was out of the house before anyone else was even downstairs. She found a quiet spot in the schoolâs hallway and resumed her songwriting as she waited for the first bell. he was so lost in her creative flow that when a small package landed on her lap out of nowhere, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
âJesus!â she exclaimed, her heart racing.
âIâve been called worse,â Press said with a grin, plopping down next to her and glancing at her notebook. âWorking on another poem?â
âA song, actually,â Alex replied, closing the notebook and examining the package. âWhatâs this?â
âBreakfast,â Press said with a shrug, tearing into his own. âIf youâre here this early, I figured you mightâve skipped eating.â He handed her a carton of milk to go with it.
âThanks,â Alex said with a grateful smile, accepting the milk. âI know why Iâm here this early, but what about you?â
âThe cafeteria makes killer turnovers for breakfast,â Press replied, his gaze fixed on something across the hall as he ate.
Alex knew better than to pry when someone didnât want to talk. She despised it when people did it to her, so she wasnât going to do it to Press. Instead, she set the milk carton beside her, opened her package, and said, âIâll be the judge of that.â She tore off a piece of the turnover and popped it into her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. âHoly apples, Batman â this is amazing!â
Press nearly choked on his milk but managed to recover with a smug smile. âTold you.â He studied Alex for a moment, clearly debating whether to ask her something.
Noticing his hesitation, Alex waved her hand in front of his face. âWhatâs up with your face?â
âWhy did you take a picture of your fractured reflection and write that poem for your self-portrait?â Press asked, his voice steady.
Alex wasnât expecting that. She looked away, biting her lip in thought before answering, âWeâre not close enough for me to tell you that.â She was referring to an incident involving a bee, not what had happened with Kenny. She doubted sheâd ever tell him about the bee; she didnât want him to see her differently after knowing.
Press didnât push further. âOkay,â he said, finishing the last bit of his turnover and his milk. He got up and threw his trash away in a nearby barrel. When he returned, he held out his hand to help Alex off the floor. âThe classroom should be unlocked by now.â
Alex took his hand, tossed her trash, and together they walked to their first-period classes.
âWhere were you this morning?â Ginny asked, sliding into her seat beside Alex in AP English.
âOver the rainbow sipping tea with the Mad Hatter and the Scarecrow,â Alex replied, not lifting her eyes from her notebook.
âIs that a euphemism for something, or are you just avoiding the question?â Ginny pressed, genuinely puzzled.
Alex finally looked up and beamed, âYes,â before diving back into her writing. Sheâd let Ginny puzzle over that one.
The bell rang, cutting off any further questions. However, as soon as class was over and they lined up to get their quizzes back, Ginny cornered her again. âIâm serious, where were you? Mom was freaking out until she saw your note.â
âI highly doubt that,â Alex replied coolly. âBesides, you said she saw my note, which clearly stated I was going to school early. So why are you asking me where I was?â Alexâs patience was wearing thin, and Ginnyâs persistence wasnât helping.
âI think what Ginny really wants to know is if you snuck out to hook up with Press before school,â Maxine chimed in with a smirk.
âOh my deity of your choosing,â Alex groaned, rolling her eyes. Her attention snapped back to the teacher, who announced that only one student had a perfect score and that Hunter Chen was the one to beat. When Ginny and Alex got their quizzes back, both were scored 100%. âRacism is real, yo,â Alex muttered sarcastically as she exited the classroom, echoing Ginnyâs words from their first day.
At her locker, Alex suddenly felt someoneâs presence far too close behind her. She screamed and scrambled away, heart pounding, only to realize it was Press. He was approaching her slowly, like one might approach a startled deer. âDonât do that!â she screamed again, not caring who heard.
âWhoa, Alex, Iâm sorryâŚâ Pressâs apology was genuine. He hadnât even managed to get out his intended âBoo!â before she freaked out. âAlex, youâre shaking.â He followed her into an empty classroom, watching as she hugged herself tightly, avoiding his gaze. Her behavior spoke volumes. âWho hurt you?â
Alexâs mind was a whirlwind, memories crashing down like a relentless tide. It wasnât until Pressâs words broke through that she managed to tether herself to the present. âWhat?â she asked, her voice fractured.
Press approached cautiously, stopping when she looked ready to bolt. âWho hurt you? Give me their name, and I swear Iâll make them pay.â
Alex saw the fierce determination in his eyes. She cleared her throat before speaking again. âI already did. Metal stool, below the belt â he wonât be hurting anyone else again.â She could see the anger simmering in Press, barely contained. âIt happened in Texas, and I donât want to talk about it.â
Press paced, trying to calm himself. âOkay.â After a moment, he stopped and asked, âPermission to hug you?â
Alex felt tears welling up. When she practically threw herself at Press, she knew she was clinging to him like a lifeline she hadnât realized she needed.
So much for keeping it to herself, but Press didnât run for the hills. If anything, it seemed to bring them closer, and to her surprise, Alex didnât mind that one bit.
After school, Alex was brought to the guidance counselorâs office by her Math teacher for a meeting to discuss her progress. Alex repeatedly told them that she didn't need tutoring, but they just pointed at her assignments and insisted. They even threatened to call her mother, Georgia, for a chat about next steps. Alex knew that bringing Georgia into this would lead to a lecture about her school performance and yet another comparison to Ginny. Though she doubted her mom even realized she was doing it, so she begrudgingly agreed to the tutoring. Again, itâs not like she needed it.
Alex plopped herself at a table by the window at Joe's Cafe, waiting for her tutor. She audibly groaned when she saw Hunter walking in. Sure, she knew that Hunter and Press were friends, but since Hunter dated Ginny, she figured Ginny would hear all about this.
"Hey, Alex," Hunter greeted with a friendly smile, setting his bag on the floor and sitting across from her. "I brought some practice pages for you to do so I can get a sense of your starting point, and we can go from there." He placed the papers and a pencil in front of her. "Do you have any questions before we get started?"
"Yeah, can we just pretend we did this whole tutoring thing so we can leave? I don't need tutoring, so you're just wasting your time." Alexâs annoyance was palpable.
Hunter looked at her supportively. "It's okay, Alex. Not everyone gets this, and if you're worried about me telling anyone, I won't."
Seeing the determination in Hunterâs eyes, Alex knew he wasnât going to back down, so she begrudgingly started working on the sheets while he talked.
Hunter, thinking she was ignoring him and doodling, said, "I give you my word, I won't tell anyone you need tutoring." He added, "Could you at least try to be respectful and not doodle on the papers?"
"I'm not doodling," Alex retorted defensively. "I'm a horrible artist, so I don't doodle. You can ask Press if you donât believe me. And like I said, I don't need tutoring. It's not that I can't do it; I just donât care to. If the teacher paid attention, sheâd see that I deliberately do just enough to pass. Why put effort into something I don't care about? Before you start lecturing me on respect, that goes both ways. How about you respect me enough to, oh, I donât know, believe me when I say I don't need this?" She didnât even look up from the papers as she spoke, and when she finished, she slapped the practice sheets down in front of Hunterâ all completed.
Hunter looked shocked, his eyes wide as he saw that every single answer was correct. He flipped through the pages, checking to make sure the answer key wasnât mixed in. "How...what..." he stammered.
"I told you I didn't need tutoring," Alex said, smugly.
"You sure don't," he laughed. "But I don't get itâwhy don't you do the work if you can clearly do it? Why aren't you in AP Math, too?"
Alex sighed with an elaborate hand gesture. "Were you not listening? I don't care about Math or any other subject. I do just enough to not get held back and focus on what I like. No point in wasting time on the other stuff.â
Hunter was still processing everything. "You could literally get into any college..."
Alex practically leaped out of her chair to lean over the table and cover his mouth with her hand. "I've heard it all beforeâno intention of hearing it again. If you promise to hush and never bring it up again, I'll show gradual improvement or whatever. Deal?"
When Hunter nodded, she removed her hand, returned to her seat, and sighed. "So, now what? We can go, right?"
Hunter, needing to collect his tutoring hours, said, "Actually...could we work on something? Anything? Joe needs to sign off that I've been here tutoring, and Iâm counting on these hours to..."
Alex held up her hand. "Say no more. Homework it is."
Hunter was surprised she agreed. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
Alex shrugged. "You don't annoy me as much as I thought you would, so no biggie."
Hunter looked amused and confused. "Thanks, I guess."
Alex set her homework down. "I don't particularly care for Ginny's friends, and you're part of that group, so I assumed you'd be as nail-on-a-chalkboard-esque as them."
"Press is friends with them, too," Hunter countered.
"His so-called friends called him a psycho sociopath and told me I could do better. You may be friends with them and Press may be friends with you, but those ladies are so not his friends," Alex said without hesitation.
Hunter took that into consideration. "Noted." He then spotted some music notes and lyrics on one of Alex's notebook pages. "You're a songwriter?"
Alex flipped the page and went back to her History assignment. "We're not friends enough to get into that."
Hunter held his hands up in a playful, dramatic 'I surrender' manner. He could definitely see why Press was so into Alex and hoped itâd work out for them.
When Alex got home after Hunterâs âtutoring sessionâ ended, she found Press perched on the front steps of her house, waiting. She couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of him there, almost like he was a guardian waiting to ensure she made it home safe.
âYouâre not gonna go all Edward Cullen on me and watch me when I sleep, are you?â she teased, her playful smirk masking the genuine curiosity and slight nervousness beneath.
Pressâs face turned stoic, masking any hint of confusion. âI have no idea what youâre referencing.â
Alex squinted at him, trying to discern if he was serious. A flicker of amusement crossed her mind, lightening the lingering weight of her day. She sat down beside him, chuckling. âWhatâs up?â
âYou werenât at Brodieâs tonight. Everything okay?â He cut straight to the chase, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.
âI had to do some mandatory tutoring,â Alex explained, rolling her eyes dramatically. âIt was easier than dealing with the school calling my mom in.â
Press raised an eyebrow. âYouâre literally one of the smartest people I know. You donât need tutoring.â
âThatâs what I tried to tell them,â Alex sighed, leaning back on her arms. She could see the concern in Pressâs eyes, and it touched her more than she expected. âIâm fine, Press.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â he snapped, then immediately softened, rubbing his brow. Guilt tugged at himâhe hadnât meant to sound harsh. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âNo, you did, and thatâs okay,â Alex took a deep breath, feeling the weight of unspoken truths pressing against her ribcage. âIâm not lying when I say Iâm fine.â She saw Press about to counter, so she quickly added, âF is for feeling overwhelmed. I is for Iâm not alright. N is for not being able to sleep, E for every night.â Alex couldnât take credit for that, but when she heard the song âFine by Kyle Humeâ she felt it in her soul.
Alex flashed a wide smile, masking the turmoil inside. âIâm very good at burying things and saying what needs to be said so people donât freak out around me.â
âYou donât have to wear a mask around me,â Pressâs tone softened, a gentleness threading through his words. He wished sheâd let him in, just a little bit more.
âItâs not a mask,â Alex countered with a small smile, though her heart ached with the effort of keeping the walls up. âItâs a face.â She wrapped her arms around his and leaned on his shoulder, craving the comfort of his presence. âIâm never going to tell you the full story.â
Press didnât move, didnât look at her. He could feel the unspoken pain radiating from Alex, and all he wanted was to ease it. âOkay,â he said simply and sincerely, and that was good enough for Alex.
Up in her room, Alex was getting ready for bed when Georgia came in. She was braiding her hair, trying to unwind from a long day â ironically, because in a way she was literally winding her hair.
âWho were you talking to outside?â Georgia asked, her voice curious.
âMatt Press,â Alex answered, deftly finishing the braid. âHeâs a friend.â
âA friend who is a boy?â Georgiaâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âAre you going to be okay with that?â
Alex turned to face her mother, meeting her gaze head-on. âYes, Iâm okay. AndâŚhe kinda knows what happened. When he snuck up on me, I kinda freaked, and he figured it out.â
Georgiaâs legs wobbled, and she had to sit down. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, causing a swirl of emotionsâfear, relief, and a deep, aching sadness for her daughterâs pain.
Since Georgia was uncharacteristically silent, Alex continued, feeling a need to fill the heavy silence. âHe didnât react like I thought he wouldâŚhe was supportive and asked for my permission to give me a hug. After everything, I really didnât think I could get close to a boy, and Iâm not saying that he and I will ever get close physically, Iâm just sayingâŚitâs good, Mom. Iâm good.â There was a mix of hope and vulnerability in her voice, a quiet plea for understanding.
Georgia swallowed the words she wanted to say because, for the first time in a long time, she saw that Alex genuinely meant she was good. Instead, she put on a warm smile, feeling a surge of maternal pride and love, and kissed her daughterâs forehead. âIâm glad. After all, not all menâŚâ
She didnât need to finish her sentence. Alex responded instantly, the playful sparkle in her eyes returning. âOf course not. Gomez Addams would never.â
Georgia chuckled, a wave of relief washing over her. âMy little Addams fanatic,â she said softly, her voice filled with affection. âGoodnight, Lexi,â she added before leaving the room.
Alex glanced at her new mirror and smiled â for the first time in a long time, it was a genuine one. The reflection staring back at her wasnât forced or feigned, her smile was real and for the first time in a long time Alex thought she might actually sleep through the night because of it.
At school the next day, Hunter hurried down the hall, weaving through the crowd until he caught sight of Alex. His heart pounded as he approached her, his steps quickening with urgency. He caught up with her and, panting slightly, blurted out, âOkay, so, I really need you to be cool and please, donât hate me.â
Alexâs brows knitted in confusion. She couldnât fathom what Hunter might have done to warrant such a plea. Trying to control the flood of anxious thoughts racing through her mind, she met his gaze and said, âI make no promises. What did you do?â
Hunter stopped abruptly, causing Alex to halt as well. He winced, his face a mask of regret as he confessed, âI may have told your guidance counselor that youâre incredibly smart and should be in AP classes.â
Alex felt her blood start to boil, the heat of anger rising from her chest to her cheeks. âYou may have done it, or you did do it?â she demanded, emphasizing the words âmayâ and âdidâ.
Hunter looked away, guilt etched on his face. âI did,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see the fury blazing in her eyes. âIâm sorry, Alex, I just couldnât let you throw away your chance at college andâŚâ His words trailed off as Alex stormed away, fury in her stride. He raced after her, calling out, âLook, Iâm sorry butâŚâ
Alex whirled around, jabbing her finger into his chest as she advanced, forcing him to backpedal until he was pressed against the wall. âNo buts. There are no buts in this situation. I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust. You had no right interfering in my life. Do you think I want to be in the same classes as my sister, constantly being compared to her? Now Iâll never hear the end of it from Ginny and my mom! I just wanted to stay under the radar, make my own choices, and you took that away from me!â
Hunter could see that her reaction was about more than just his betrayal. This outburst stemmed from deeper issues, from wounds he hadnât known existed. âIâm sorry,â he repeated, feeling helpless.
âI donât care,â Alex snapped, removing her finger from his chest and walking away, her anger leaving a tangible trail behind her. This time, Hunter didnât follow.
Press entered the hall just in time to see Alex walking away from Hunter. Concerned, he approached his friend and asked, âWhatâs up?â
Hunter sighed heavily, the weight of his mistake pressing down on him. âI was assigned to tutor Alex and found out sheâs a lot smarter than she lets on. I told her guidance counselor.â
Press looked at him like he was an idiot all whole doing his best not to get pissed. âDude, Alex has her reasons.â
âI get that now,â Hunter replied, his remorse deepening. âShe told me she only cared about English, but I didnât realize there was more to it.â Granted, he didnât know the whole story but with how Alex had spoken about being compared to Ginny, he could imagine.
Press shook his head at his friend. âYou really screwed up, man. Good luck fixing it.â
âYouâre not going to help me out here?â Hunter asked, hoping for some assistance.
âNope,â Press said firmly, walking away.
Hunter exhaled deeply and headed to class, his mind racing with ways to make amends. He needed to fix things with Alexânot just because she was practically Pressâs girlfriend and Ginnyâs sister, but because he genuinely hoped they could become friends. He just hoped he could find a way.
When Alex walked out of her guidance counselorâs office clutching her new AP class schedule, she felt a volcanic eruption of frustration bubbling within her. It took every ounce of her self-control not to tear the paper into confetti and scatter it across the hallway. She knew the inevitable confrontation with her mom awaited herâan interrogation about why she hadnât been in these advanced classes from the start and why sheâd coasted at a level far below her true capabilities. There was no escaping it now; Georgia wouldnât let this slide. After giving Alex so much slack on bigger issues, her mom was sure to unleash her wrath this time.
As Alex stormed down the hall, she passed the lilac-painted wall where Ginny and her friendsâNora and Abbyâstood, chatting. She hoped to glide by unnoticed, but Abby shot out her hand, gripping Alexâs wrist with a firm hold.
âHey, Ginnyâs twin, weâre going shopping, and youâre coming,â Abby said with a faux-sweet smile that didnât reach her eyes.
âHey, the nameâs Alex, and no, Iâm not,â Alex retorted, yanking her hand free. She added with a sarcastic, high-pitched valley girl tone, âThanks for the invite, though,â and flicked her hair dramatically before turning to walk away.
âYou could have just said no,â Abby called after her, a hint of annoyance in her voice. âNo need to be a bitch about it.â
That remark was the final straw. Alex stopped dead in her tracks, fury igniting in her eyes. She spun on her heels and marched back toward Abby, her expression murderous.
Seeing the brewing storm, Ginny quickly intervened, stepping between her sister and Abby. âDonât ruin my chance at having friends, I beg of you,â she quietly pleaded, pushing Alex away.
âNo promises,â Alex muttered, glaring daggers at Abby. She shot her the middle finger before continuing her march down the hall to her locker, where she needed to gather her textbooks for return. Sheâd be getting new ones the next day.
As Ginny rejoined Nora and Abby, Abby watched Alexâs retreating figure with a newfound respect. âShe doesnât take anyoneâs crap. Iâm totally in love with her,â she declared with a serious tone, then burst into laughter, with Nora and Ginny joining in soon after.
Alex sat at the kitchen counter, her focus intently on the card game she was playing with Austin. The quiet hum of their playful competition was interrupted when Georgia and Ginny burst through the door. Ginny, radiating frustration, stormed straight up the stairs without a word. Georgia, visibly exasperated, entered the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief. "I donât know what Iâm going to do with your sister,â she muttered, her voice heavy with fatigue.
Deciding to face the inevitable, Alex turned to Austin with a sigh. "Weâll play cards again later. I need to talk to Mom."
Austin, sensing the seriousness of the situation, nodded and began to gather the cards. "Okay," he said simply, before retreating up to his room.
Georgia, still releasing deep, weary sighs, set her water bottle down on the counter with a thud. She looked across at Alex, her expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "Please tell me you donât have a crisis too. Or if you do, let it be a normal teenage crisis, like a zit that makes you feel like youâll just die if you have to go to school tomorrow."
Alex couldnât help but chuckle at the oddly specific example but quickly regained her composure. "With the exception of Art, Iâm starting all AP classes tomorrow," she announced, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
Georgia blinked, clearly taken aback. She moved around the counter island and perched on the stool beside Alex, her eyes searching her daughterâs face. "You barely get Câs in any class other than English, so please explain how youâre now in AP classes?"
Alex stood up, making her way to the fridge. She grabbed a can of cola and opened it with a crisp snap. "You know I donât believe in wasting my time," she said, taking a sip. "So I just donât bother in the classes that I donât care about." She left out the part about avoiding being in the same classes as Ginny, a detail she wasnât ready to share.
Georgia slowly rose from her seat, the realization dawning on her. "So this whole timeâfor yearsâyouâve been pretending not to be as smart as you are?" She didnât wait for a response. "Why the hell would you do that, Lexi? And donât give me that âoh, I just donât careâ crap." She pointed a finger at Alex, her frustration boiling over. "You fooled me good, baby girl, and I donât appreciate that. Once I figure out how to deal with everything else thatâs going on, we will be having more of a conversation about this." With that, Georgia turned and left the kitchen, her footsteps echoing down the hall.
Alex exhaled a long breath, taking another sip of her soda. "Yep, that pretty much went the way I thought it would," she muttered to herself, the weight of the confrontation settling heavily on her shoulders.
With the tension between her and her mom still hanging in the air, Alex planned to retreat to her room for some much-needed solitude. That was the plan until a sudden knock at the front door made her spin around on her heels. She opened it to find Hunter standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.
âGinnyâs upstairs, Iâll go get her,â Alex said automatically, ready to dash away.
âActually, Iâm here for you,â Hunter interjected quickly before she could leave.
âWhy? You have more decisions to make about my life?â Alex retorted, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her soda. She stepped outside, closing the door behind her.
âI deserve that,â Hunter admitted, then handed her a paper bag from the Wellsbury bookstore. âThis is for you.â
Alex tapped her soda can thoughtfully. âIs this a bribe for my forgiveness?â
âAbsolutely,â Hunter replied without missing a beat.
Alex chuckled, handing him her soda can. She took the bag from him and pulled out a compilation book of cartoons of the Addams Family by Charles Addams. Her eyes lit up with excitement. âOh my deity of your choosing, this is amazing!â She laughed, flipping through the pages before looking back at Hunter. âHow did you know I loved the Addams Family?â
Hunter shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. âYour bag is covered with Addams Family-themed patches. I figured this would be a safe bet.â His eyes were hopeful. âAre we good?â
Alex closed the book, placing it back into the paper bag. She took her soda can from him and narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. âYouâre lucky I love a good bribe.â She grinned, and he smiled along with her.
âGood, Iâm glad. I really want us to be friends,â Hunter said earnestly.
Alexâs immediate response was blunt. âRight â not getting along with your friendâs friend and the girl you likeâs sister probably wouldnât bode well for you.â
âNot just that,â Hunter explained, âI think youâre cool and want to be your friend, just because.â
âA non-ulterior motive friend, eh? Iâm good with that.â Alex lifted the bag. âThank you for this. See you in class.â
Hunter smiled and waved as she went back inside the house. He walked back to his car parked down the street and got in, looking at Press who was sitting in the passenger seat. âYou were right, she loved the book.â
âTold you,â Press replied, not looking away from his phone.
âI thought you werenât going to help me though? Why did you give me the book?â Hunter asked, still puzzled.
âI wasnât helping you, I was helping her,â Press replied seriously. âShe could use you as a friend.â
Hunter could have easily teased Press for being sentimental, but he chose not to. Instead, he simply said, âI owe you one.â
âI aim to collect,â Press responded, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He had given Hunter the book because he wanted Alex to feel better and for her and Hunter to be friends. Press was willing to do anything to make Alex happy and he intended to see it through.
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I recently started watching Ginny and Georgia and I gotta ask are we supposed to like Hunter? cause I don't wanna love him only for my heart to break later on when he turns shitty