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Things between Rue and Jules had become strained since Nate started fucking with her and damn did she want to say something to her best friend (girlfriend? fuck, she wished she knew for sure). Sometimes the words lingered right one the tip of her tongue. She heard them in her head and saw the fallout clearly. Rue would hate her. She had to because the only reason she kissed her that night was a lie--or that’s what she’d assume at least. All these negative thoughts spiraled in her mind until her mouth shut right back up. 

Hallways simmer with life and irritation - a crunch of humanity that bump and mutter, the whispers that sing around Toni as she walks the hallways, no longer bathed in white and walking with the assurance that she’d had when she’d been pretending - not even with that with which when she believed, truly, in what the Farm was preaching. HOW STUPID she felt when running off through the woods, after watching the terror fixated in Cheryl’s expression when she’d told her to run, just run!!! through the woods and into the arms of the witch, and oh, should she consider herself lucky to wake up not in the oven but within the grips of a soft blanket instead?

Now that that’s all blown over, the number of students that walk through the end of the year has dwindled and... she knows she’s just lucky to have gotten out when she did. Not everyone’s given that chance, a fact she’s reminded of Fangs’ absence from her old crew - leaving holes in the lives of all those LEFT BEHIND by the final ‘ascension’ of those they once knew. It left them all unsettled, and for those like her, like Cheryl, who’d managed to get away... there’s a guilt that sticks heavy within the inside of their ribs.

“Rue.” the other girl’s walking her way, lost in her usual cloud of distraction - not glued to Betty Cooper’s side as always (it’s a wonder the other girl didn’t find her way over to the Serpents when the blonde had). There’s few others that quite love the same air of MYSTERY as Toni does herself (Jones excluded, it feels), a hand left settled at her hip, pulling her own stride to a stop. “Wanted to talk to you for a quick second. Figured you’d be up looking into something with me if you had the time.”

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              IT WAS EASY, WASN’T IT? to make promises like that i’ll never hurt you. Does she believe her ? she wants too. God, she wants too. But it’s not the intentional hurt that she’s scared of. She’s clean now, but how long before life comes along and FUCKS SOMETHING UP and she’s reaching out for the familiar high to take the edge off. 

                Funny, because she’s usually so reckless with her heart, going after emotionally unavailable boys who had no intention of making her anymore than a dirty little seceret. But it’s different with Rue, EVERYTHING  was different with Rue, it was unchartered territory for the blonde. and THAT was what really scared her.  “ no one can make promises like that…” her head shakes, a shrug soft on her shoulders. 

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“Yeah, because we were having so much fun,” Jules teased, wrapping her arms around Rue’s waist. After a few months in the city they had both become vampires, kids who went out until two or three am until all the places were closed. It was never boring, unlike their stupid suburban ex-home. Jules wondered if Rue missed it, especially since the city made it harder to stay sober. “I wasn’t sober though. That’s gotta be a whole other experience,” she admitted with a giggly laugh.