#imogenmarbles

he stuck out like a sore thumb. and that was odd for degrassi’s biggest basketball star. he was sure to be the light of the party anywhere he went, but theater class? there was no way he would find a way to fit in here, and he definitely didn’t want to.              it was the very last place he wanted to be, and surrounding himself with people like that wasn’t on his agenda for the day. but when it comes to ultimatums         ones that put his basketball career on the line        he doesn’t have a choice.  

           ❝ great. this place is filled with FREAKS and creeps. ❞

he’s already grumbling, but that wasn’t out of character for dave turner. if things didn’t go HIS way, everyone was sure to hear about it.               couldn’t they have chosen ANYTHING else for him? he would have rather spent his days in the guys’ choir than stuck performing in some play. he knew his friends would have enough to say about this already.              and as if it couldn’t get any worse, the bubbly ( and far too energetic for him ) imogen moreno was there too, sat right next to him as he slumped in his seat, a permanent scowl on his face. if he had to pick any person at degrassi that he truly never wanted to spend time with        it was her.  

The familiar path to her home was odd, and he almost regretted bringing up another free hook-up session to begin with. He could get anyone he wanted, couldn’t he ? So why did he keep going back to the one person who betrayed his trust in the w o r s t way ? Maybe he liked the torture, or this was his sick way of trying to get her to prove that she was sorry ---- but it was thrilling, and Miles Hollingsworth III was all about thrills. Upon parking on the side of the road, Miles was relieved to see that his father’s car wasn’t in the driveway this one time ; which means he wouldn’t have to sneak around ( too much ) unless he came over later. Walking up the pavement was awkward, large hands dug into his front pockets as the wind cut across his face successfully, causing a red tint to his already pale skin. Arriving at the front door, he pulls his hands out of their warmth and knocks twice, hoping it wasn’t her mother who came to the door instead. Head dropping awkwardly, Miles decides staring at the soles of his shoes was far more entertaining than making eye contact with whoever was about to greet him. 

It was midday, the sky bright and shining with not one cloud in sight. It was a day where you’d think nothing bad could ever happen. With a certain blonde, it only made her more chipper than she already was. She was a positive person by nature, but the atmosphere certainly helped a lot, too. With everything that she did, she got wholly and completely consumed. This was why when her pocket vibrated with the familiar ringtone that she had received a new text, she broke her gaze staring at the sky and instead shifted it to her phone, taking it out of her pocket and seeing who had messaged her. Replying and walking at the same time meant she didn’t particularly notice when the bustling street turned into a narrow alley – she had completely missed the turn she was supposed to take, and only took account of where she was when she pressed S E N D. Muddled for a moment, she turned her head around to analyze her surroundings. A look of disgust etched her features ( mostly because of the stench that was coming from the multiple garbage bins ), she didn’t look long before she turned on her heels and starting walking back the way she came from. The only thing was, she had already been seen by a passerby who just so happened to notice her new handbag and expensive-looking clothes – the perfect target. He had just come out of what seemed to be a fairly sketchy bar, the odor of scotch surrounding him. The pungent smell resulted in her stopping in her tracks once again, not sensing the trouble she was about to get herself into. Immediately she saw him and backed up, but it was too late – her arm was grabbed with force so she couldn’t get away, the handbag with everything in it being the drunken man’s jackpot. “Get away from me!” She screamed, the surprise of the situation taking her aback – she didn’t do well with unpredictability. However, the grip he had on her arm was too strong; it felt like each bone was cracking beneath his lengthy fingertips. Her life was relatively ordinary, so she had never been in a situation remotely like this before, meaning she wasn’t entirely sure how to react, but she didn’t have any time to think about it, either. So instead of trying to think about it and getting her bag with her wallet and phone in it stolen, she took action and tried hitting him with her free arm and hollering in hopes that someone nearby would hear.

“And truth be told, I NEVER was yours.”

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