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She definelty has thoughs about kissing or doing something more with women. I imagine if you showed up to school with full outfit, hair done perfectly along with makeup she wouldnt be able to stop her mind from wandering. She imagines her self dragging you to the bathroom pushing you into a stall and making out with you there but is broken away from amazing fantasy when you are waving a hand infront of her face and squinting at her “whats up with you care?” She coughs and looks down at her hands. “Nothing... nothing at all” she looks back up at you and smiles. You softly smile back and keep talking about some idiot who stepped on your shoe. (I have accidently done this to people but hey the hallways at school are small and crowded I’m sorry. I always felt weird/scared when they would look back 🤡 so hey I’m the idiot).
In prison though she would have totally done it with women. Used them and then ghosted them the next day. Like it never ever happened. When you appear she was gonna do the same thing with you but you totally dodged her and “friend” zoned her real quick. She dragged you to her “secret” hideout that her and frieda use for their drug deals. She pulls you down and gets ontop of you leaning in to kiss you but you move your hands in front of her lips and push her back “Woah what are you doing?” You push her away from your face. She glares at you and tries again “Um denning? Its a no from me” you push her off while getting up. You smirk down at her “Nice try though” she growls, flustered and cant even make eyecontact with you. For the next few days Carol avoids you and if she can’t she glares at you with a slight blush and makes some snark remarks. Finally you had enough of her acting like a child. You grab her arm and drag her to her secret place. You push her against the wall of posters beside you burt reynolds watches the scene unfold. “What’s up? You uncomfortable at the fact that I didn’t let you get into my pants?” She doesn’t answer instead is focused on trying to keep the heat growing inbetween her legs hidden. She looks down at your lips then back up at you. You notice her change in behaviour and lean in. all goes well for carol. She got what she wanted i guess.
If you were to be friends with both frieda and carol during the betrayal. Carol would suspect you were in it. That you set her up also. Gonna leave her like frieda did. You had something against her. This would all cause her to scream and push you up against a wall in her cell. Tears starting to run down her face. She fet weak. Vulnerable in front of you. She would scream why did you do it? When are you leaving? You’re going to regret this. I’m gonna kill you. All you could do was run your hands through her hair and wipe away her tears. After a few minutes she demands you to talk. Tell her the truth. Were you in on it also? You sigh and pull her into a hug and push her face into the crook of your neck and soothingly whisper that this was all frieda. You say that you dont know where she kept her stash. And if she did betray her that you would be with frieda right now. Up the hill living the easy life. But you here with her. You pull her to her bed and lay down with her. She slowly slips into a sleepy state. You stay until you know for sure she’s asleep. You remove your arms from her body and get up to sleep in your own bed. When you finally fall alseep Carol starts feeling around for you suddenly feeling cold and feels that your missing and jumps up almost hitting her head. She looks around for you and doesnt see you. She jumps out of her bunk bed and looks up at yours seeing you were still here. She sighs but gets pissy. She quickly climbs up and throws herself inbetween you and the wall feeling nice and comfy when your warm envelopes her. You wake to a pile of blonde hair between your arms. You smile and kiss the tops of her head.
When you both are older, you become the queens of C-block. No one fucks with either of you. Carol trust you with her life and the same with you. She always asks for your opinion on things. You guys both have some disagreements but you both go over them and discuss them. When red comes along Carol becomes obsessed with her. But not in a love kinda way more like a oh she hates frieda like i do yay. So you guys spend alittle less time together than you would like but its not like you really care that much. You kinda just sit and converse with others while she talks with red. Red realizes that you aren’t really paying much attention and asks you about your history here. You shrug and gesture towards carol. “Anything she told you about her time here. I was there with her.” She nods “what about before?” Carol starts looking at you eager for you to talk. She never really learned about your life before. “I was the oldest in my family. My family was a pretty good one. Suprisingly nothing fucked up there but instead it was the people i met that landed me in here. An ex-boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life, was abusive so i killed him. Simole as that.” Red nods and plays a card while Carol stays quiet and keeps playing the game absorbing in all the information thrown at her. I think she would be a little jealous that you just told red very easily and not her. But then again she never asked. After that Carol would kinda attach herself to you. Always paying attention and Red would definetly notice and give her some advice. You on the other hand would wonder if she was ok. “Carol are you alright?” She stops talking “what?” You roll your eyes “are you ok? Why are you following me to the shower and not actually taking a shower? You should wash out all that hairspray.” She groans while frowning. “One, I’m all right. Two, fuck you” you shrug “well you’re a bad lier because you are standing right outside of the shower stall. You never do that and you’re following me around like puppy.” She moves away and sits down as if thats proving a point. You roll your eyes.
as per all of your horny requests, i present to you dom!carol.
tbh this is really kinky so if you’re not into that i’m sorry but not really at all.
tw: implied domestic abuse, actual physical abuse
Carol turned the corner of the last stack in the library and stood at the entrance of the hide out. She crossed her arms, phone in one hand, Tootsie pop in the other. She looked less than amused.
“Hey Carol,” you smile up at her from the floor, fully clothed now. You turn your attention to the wad of cash on your lap and begin counting not looking her way when you ask, “Did you get my text?”
She slips her phone in her pants pocket and puts the wrapper around the unfinished lollipop, leaving it on the book shelf for later. She recrosses her arms and takes a slow step forward, “You think you’re funny, kid?”
You realize that maybe being slutty wasn’t in your best interest this afternoon. Carol takes another step forward towards you, her mouth in a cruel looking scowl. Her eyes felt like two lasers piercing into your skin as she looked down at you through her glasses, “You think pulling me away from Bridge show you some fuckin’ discipline was on my list of shit to do today?”
You gulp as you see her feet stop in front of you, “Get up,” she says. You oblige without any protest. Carol wasn’t fucking around today, and your whole body already felt sore from the beating you knew you were about to get from her. You hear your wrist click as you lean on it to push yourself up.
“Anything you gotta say to me?” she said, arms still crossed tight across her chest, her jaw tight.
You look down at your feet, trying not to meet her gaze as you knew it would immediately make you start to cry out of fear from her, “I’m sorry, Carol.”
“It’s these new kids like you who really piss me off, y’know? Think you can always just get away with shit,” she sneered, now leaning on the stack with one arm, the other by her side.
“I don’t think that,” you mumble to the floor.
“See? No fuckin’ respect,” she cleaned off her glasses while she ranted, “Can’t even look at me when you talk. Bet your parents didn’t hit you when you were a kid, huh?”
“No, Carol,” you respond, raising you glance up a little. Your mouth drier than you’d ever felt it, your heart racing.
“Tsk, tsk, see, that’s somethin’ you coulda used every now and again,” she said while examining her nails.
“Carol, I thought maybe you’d like it. Like you’d think it was f--”
“What the fuck did I tell you when I gave you that phone, huh?” she caught your face in her long thin fingers, forcing you took look her in the eye. You could of pissed yourself, you quickly scanned her body for any imprint of a shiv. You couldn’t afford another broken wrist, and you definitely couldn’t afford to be dead.
“You didn’t give it to me to take pictures,” you choked out.
“That’s right. I asked for information, and you had to pull a stunt, didn’t you?” she said, letting go of your cheeks. A smile spread across your face, you were never one to hold back a sly remark.
“I mean, technically I did what you said. You got your information, right?” you smirked with a shrug. Carol raised her eyebrows at your response, not impressed with your sudden sassy girl attitude.
“Put your hands against the wall, kid,” she said, motioning her nod toward the white painted cinderblock wall to right of you. You looked puzzled at first, unable to read her expression as your turned and put your hands up against the cool surface.
She got behind you and, to your surprise, started to tug off your bottoms. She let them drop to the ground and let a hand slide over your butt, still in it’s white cotton covering. You start getting slick between your legs, realizing that maybe you weren’t in trouble after all: maybe you really turned her on, maybe she was gonna eat you from the back, maybe she was--
WHACK!
Pain seared through your body as you felt her hand come in contact with your ass. Tears sprung at your eyes at the sudden blow, your breath caught in your throat as the sting buzzed through your thighs.
“What the fuck Carol?” you shudder out.
Carol got close to your ear, pushing your hair out of the way by putting it in a firm grip, “Listen princess, if you’re gonna act like a brat, you’re gonna get punished like one.”
She let go of your hair and pulled your hips out a little farther from the wall and took off your underwear, admiring the soft pink that already started coming to the surface.
“Open your legs,” she instructed, and you opened them a little, your bare bottom feeling more exposed than ever.
“Carol you can’t be serious, this is embarrassing,” you protest.
“As embarrassing as the show you put on for that phone?” she asked, giving you another hard whack to your ass, “I’d be embarrassed too if people thought I was such a desperate bitch.”
She let her palm slide over the smooth skin of your back. You savored the soft touch of her cool hand, feeling her travel over your butt to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched and you arched your back for her, but it you knew she was just teasing you.
“You’re gonna count down from ten for me,” she said, her hand gliding over your ass again, “And if I hear any thing else come out of your mouth, we start over. Understand?”
Her voice was flat and monotone, it was haunting. Normally there was a taunting malice when she preyed on a victim, but this almost felt personal. Like she had this in her for a long time.
“Yes, ma’am,” you respond, staring down at the floor below you. You brace yourself for the first blow, flexing your quads and tightening your hamstrings. You thought maybe if you were prepared for it, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.
WHACK!
“T-ten,” you whimper out. You here a smug ‘hm’ come out of her while she stands to the side of you. You feel your eyes start to fill with tears and the left over burn from the strike makes your nerves ache.
WHACK!
“Nine,” you gasp at the blow to your other buttcheek, your knees buckling as you go to cover your butt with your hands. Trying to soothe the sting with a quick rub.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Carol hissed, “Stand up.” She pushed your face up against the wall and you leaned against it with your cheek. She grabbed both of your arms and held them to your back by the wrists with one hand, the other striking without remorse.
WHACK!
“Eight,” you cry out, your nose stinging as the tears start pouring out of your eyes. You felt so humiliated, being punished like a little girl in the library -- you were a fucking criminal in a maximum security prison turned school girl by your prison Mommy.
WHACK!
“S-s-s-seven,” you cry hard against the cinderblocks, your tears making streaks through the grime on the wall, “P-please Carol, I’m s-s-sorry.”
“You wanna start over, kid?” she warned, her nails dragging hard across your burning, inflamed skin. You yelp at the pain and shake your head ‘no’, your body shaking beneath her.
“Then shut your mouth.”
WHACK!
“Six,” barely comes out of you because the force of the blow stops your breath. Your knees buckle again at the pain and you hear Carol’s evil snicker.
“Watching you squirm like this is exciting,” she says with a satisfied sigh, almost gleeful at the idea of you suffering. You can see her elated demon smile without having to look at her; you felt sick -- or was that...excitement?
WHACK!
“Five,” you cry out again, the pain becoming overwhelming at this point. You wished she stop taking her time and get it over with. It wasn’t like her to drag this on so long, she was an in and out kind of muscle when she did it herself. It was the expendables who played the long game.
Suddenly, you feel Carol’s hand slip from your ass to between your legs and her finger slips into your folds like a hot knife in butter.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked, her finger sliding back and forth across your length. You push yourself back into her finger, aching for that gentle touch. Maybe if you were wet enough, she’d forget about finishing her blows.
“What a dirty girl,” she drawls, her voice becoming smooth and deep. Like the way she spoke to you in the utility closet to get you wet. You let out a little gasp as she works a finger into you, and then out.
WHACK!
“F-four.” You spoke too soon in your head. Like Carol would ever forget about delivering a comeuppance.
You hear her shuffle behind you and without warning feel both of her hands on your inner thighs. You look back for a moment to see that Carol was on her knees behind you and you feel her start to spread you open. Your heart raced as you felt her thumb slip over your clit, and with a slow slide, her tongue followed suit. Your eyes roll back in your head at the mix of the pleasure building in your belly and the pain of your red hot behind.
“Your pussy tastes so good when you’re scared,” she says between licks, massaging your clit with her fingers and her tongue explores the rest of you. You start to pant and the feeling, getting wetter as she played with you. Maybe things were turning around for you, maybe she was over it, maybe--
Her nails dug deep into the reddest part of bottom.
“God!” you yell, unsure if it was from the sting of her nails or the flick of her tongue.
“You’re not really into following rules today, are you?” she asks, standing up and assuming the position of holding your hands behind your back. “You ready for more?”
“Yes ma’am,” you say, your face splotchy from crying.
WHACK!
“Three,” you say through a deep breath, the pain flowing through your whole body now. Your chest heaving with each breath you take through tears.
“Good girl,” she purred, almost mocking you.
Your face burned as hot as your ass from humiliation.
WHACK!
“Two--ooooh,” a low moan escaped you as she swiftly slipped two fingers into you, pumping steadily and she got back on her knees, her tongue meeting your clit with a fluttery touch before capturing it in her mouth. You immediately start grinding your hips to fuck her fingers and as you watch her, you see her eyes glint from behind her worn glasses. She was enjoying this as much as you weren’t. This was turning her on, this was getting her drunk on her own power over you -- and you were drenched over it. You felt her tongue swirl around you and you closed your eyes tight, resisting the urge to reach for her hair to push her closer.
“So is this what you wanted?” she asked, her fingers curling to hit your spot, “To be fucked like a dumb cunt? Cause it sure looked like this was what you were asking for.”
You knew better than to speak or protest, so you just nod. Biting your lip so hard to keep from saying her name over and over again, from making all of her favorite noises that drove her crazy when she topped you. She stood up, still keeping her fingers inside you, working a little faster now. Banging into your g-spot, your eyes rolling back into your head, your pussy contracting over her fingers -- you whimpered again.
Her fingers pull out, “Ooh, so close, baby,” she coos at you.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The pain is unreal, and stars erupt in front of your eyes. You cry hard, unable to even get the word ‘one,’ out of your mouth. Your body doubled over in racking sobs as she lets go of you. You turn around and lean your back against the wall. She leans on one arm over you and puts her unfinished Tootsie pop in her mouth.
“Little girl stunts get little girl lessons,” she says, her voice low and domineering, “Look at me.”
You look up, her face blurry from the tears collected on your wet eyelashes.
“Are you embarrassed?” she asks, her head tilting, her eyebrow raised.
You nod your head as another wave of sobs overcomes you. Overwhelmed with the mixture of edging, pain, and humiliation.
“Good,” she says, a sarcastic smirk forming on her lips, “I take it you don’t wanna sit on my face right now, huh?”
You wince at the idea of sitting anywhere and shake your head no. You reach down to pull up your underwear and your pants, still sniffling and regaining your breath. The scratch of your underwear band wakes up the burn and you tense at the feeling.
Carol grabs your phone off of it’s spot on the floor and hands it to you. She grabs her phone off of the shelf and slips it into her pocket.
“You got a lot of growin’ up to do, kid,” she says, walking to the end of the stacks to leave the hideout, “And when you do, then you can fuckin’ call me.”
She turns back at the exit and looks at you, feeling accomplished looking at your scared tear stained face.
You’d been in prison for about eight months now, and it somehow wasn’t getting any easier. Even with the friends you had made, and even having Carol, you still felt like darkness was about to swallow you up and never spit you out again.
You laid flat on your back on the top bunk, staring as the ceiling. The colorless walls got to you sometimes. You thought about the outside world, about your family. You thought about how you hadn’t had any visitors in months. People had forgotten about you, it seemed. Tears sprang to your eyes as you thought about your little sister, about not being able to help her the way you needed help when you were younger and just starting out in the world. You’d disappointed her, you thought. You hurt her by putting yourself in here.
You heard footsteps and then a voice from the doorway. “You okay, kid?”
Hearing her voice just made more tears come, but you didn’t want her to see. Showing weakness wasn’t an option. You’d already done it so many times.
“I’m fine.”
“Bullshit.”
You cracked half a smile but couldn’t respond, fearing that you would burst into sobs. You heard Carol making her way toward you and then she was standing at the side of the bed, her face inches from yours.
“What’s going on?” Her voice was demanding yet somehow still soft. She was usually soft with you.
“It’s just a bad day,” you croaked out, sniffling. You refused to make eye contact.
“Did someone hurt you? Or say something?” You could hear anger rising in her voice.
“No,” you said softly. “It’s just me.”
She paused, and you could picture her squinting and furrowing her brows.
“Look at me.”
You couldn’t. You put both hands over your face.
“Hey,” Carol snapped. “Look at me.”
You put your hands down and turned your head to face her. Her eyes were worried but her face held her usual composed look. She reached a hand out and touched your arm, and what you had feared came true. You started to sob, short breaths getting caught in your lungs. Your chest hurt and you turned over so you were facing the wall, away from Carol and her concern.
She let you cry for a minute, and then you felt the bunk shift as she climbed up to lay down next to you, wrapping the front of her body along the back of yours, forming the two of you together. She placed an arm around your torso and pulled you close.
“Listen to me,” she whispered, her breath hot on the back of your neck. “I know it seems like the end of the world right now. It always does when you’re young. But this shit gets better. Maybe it won’t for a while. Maybe you’ll need time and that’s okay. But you aren’t alone, kiddo. You know that, don’t you?”
You nodded against your pillow and felt her press a kiss to the back of your head. “Trust me,” she said, her voice low. “That’s all you have to do.”
You moved your hand down to hers and laced your fingers together. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice still shaky.
She didn’t respond, but pulled you closer. And in that moment, you had never felt more loved.
Started with a Shiv in the Back- 2 (Present Carol x Reader)
Here is the first part.
You knew you were fucked. It was no surprise.
You stayed close to the people Carol surrounded herself with and you were basically the filler in her place until she got back. You saw how D-Block was looking at you, wanting to hurt you for Barb’s death. You had nothing to do with it, but because you were “Carol’s girl” her “Queen”, it had everything to do with you.
Speaking of Carol, it had been a week. One week, seven days. No word from her, no appearance, nothing. Where the hell was she? Why were they hiding her if you were told she was fine?
You feared that it was worse than you thought and well no one was really making things so much better by telling you nothing.
So here you were, in your cell reading the book Carol gave you for the fifth time. You didn’t even pay attention of the presence that appeared. You figured it was Badison checking on you.
“Davis.”
You look up and see it’s Hellman. “What Hellman?”
“Come with me please.”
“What for?”
He gave you a look, a serious one. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Nyx. Let’s go.” You groaned and you put the book on your bed and just follow Hellman. He put the cuffs on you, which you were left confused even more, and he dragged you to whatever place you were going. That’s what made you the most scared at this point.
You didn’t know where you were going. You could be going to D-Block for all you knew!
Hellman opened a door and walked you up the stairs. You finally knew where you were AdSeg. Why were you here? You didn’t do anything! “H—Hellman the fuck am I---”
“Shut it.” He said as he moved to get one of the doors opened. He then took the cuffs off you and pushed you in, knowing you’d refuse. You would have, your anger would have built up fast like it was now.
“The fuck Hellman! Why am I in here?!”
He didn’t say a word. He just left you in there, alone. You sat on the bed and just looked at your hands, your breath panting. This is just like how it was before you first got here and the reason you got here: Your anger.
You wanted to hurt something, hit something, anything. You shut your eyes and you think about Carol and instantly you calm. This woman had your heart.
This woman you had no clue where she was now, what she was doing, if she was even back. You had to sit in AdSeg. You had an inkling now that you were calm why you were here. It was possible because of D-Block wanting to hurt you.
So you just sit here for hours. You don’t even know how long it has been. You can’t tell since time felt nonexistent here in prison, especially AdSeg. You let out a breath as you got up from the bed and you just hug your knees to your chest. It all started with the kickball game.
The fucking kickball game.
Now usually, you would be happy for such a sport and a gift for being in Max. This time, you weren’t. Ever since Piper Chapman rallied everyone up for the kickball game, things have turned downhill. Were you made at Chapman? For a split second. You have no one else to blame. You could blame Barb, but she’s now dead. You already blame D-Block as it is. You might as well give them more blame since one of them already said to your face a few days ago that you’re going to “get yours” because Barb is dead.
Fuck. You were fucked! “I am so fucked…” You shut your eyes and that’s when you hear the door open. You didn’t bother opening it, but that wasn’t until you heard a voice. It was one you didn’t think you’d hear.
“Well this is a nice “Welcome Back from the Dead” party.”
You look up and your eyes widened. “Holy f--”
“Oh come on. You knew I was live, you ass.” You watch as Carol, living, breathing, and alive, walked over to you as the door shut behind her. “I know Hellman told ya. He has a hard on for you.”
“The hard on that made him take me here with no questions?” You met her in the middle as you saw she was still in pain and you gently wrapped your arms around her. “I missed you...”
You didn’t hear her say anything, you could just feel her holding you and then finally you heard the whisper.
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Can someone please write an AU where recently released Carol and her significant other start successfully rob banks together?? I mean it's such a cute date idea.
I was wondering if you peeps would want some kind of... detailed analysis with the Dennings Crime.
I was speaking with a friend and I know we talked about a theory and because I have a forensic science degree I may or may not have been an obsessed fan and took notes and did some research in my books.
So I was wondering if you guys wanted to see a post like that? What do you guys think?
a/n : ill probably be slow to update since its school era but be patient because I have lots of ideas for this story mwahhhh
September 20, 1982
VICTORIA sighs as she gets dropped off at West Virgina Highschool. She absolutely hated being the new kid. All the dumbass introductions ad especially making friends. It was all anxiety inducing and too much pressure...but she did promise her mom to make actual friends and have a great day and Victoria never ever wanted to break her mom's promises.
" okay.... I'm pretty sure my locker is this one " Toria mumble as she looks at the beige looking locker. She begins to put her items she doesn't need inside the locker so her bag doesn't bother her later on the day. She closes the locker and sighs and has her schedule in her hand and she begins to walk looking for her first class.
" Room 205...where th- " Toria mumbles to herself while walking a fast pace before she collides onto another figure.
" WHAT THE FUCK ?! " the voice exclaimed loudly startling Toria a bit. " Great job you dropped my fucking glasses " she picks up her big glasses that has a crack on it as she puts it back on her face and her lips curl staring at Toria.
Toria lips part and sighs and picks up her schedule that feels as well. She can't help but feel slightly intimidated by the girl in front of her but she had to make sure she doesn't seem faze.
" I'm sorry...I'm a bit of a klutz...you see it's my first day here- " Toria begins to explain but it's cut off immediately.
" Well maybe today you'll learn a thing or two about fucking walking and not breaking other people's shit " she sneers harshly before brushing past Toria's elbow hard.
'Jesus she has a temper' Toria thought to herself while rubbing the sharp pain away in her elbow . She sighs regaining her strength to find her classroom whilst reminding herself not to have that commotion she just had again.
' so much for making friends '
-
10 mins later
" R- 205 "
"oh thank God " Toria sighs breathing heavily as she stands in front of the door trying to calm herself.
She opens the room to reveal students in the classroom and a tall man with a beard holding a pointer. She could tell that was her teacher and she already had her nerves awakening again. The room was surrounded by different conversations and friend groups. Toria sighed at that.
Toria adjusted her bag and walked into the classroom trying to get the seat in the back and letting a few " excuse me " before landing a seat near the window .
Toria taking out her notebook and pen she looks around her classroom slowly adjusting to it. Maybe she was just overthinking as usual and it's going to be alright. She stared out a bit for a second before the classroom door slammed open.
" nice to see you made it in time Denning " The teacher said and Toria perked up a bit as her stomach kinda knotting as she sees the girl with the glasses again . " Carol remind yourself to not be late in my class this year " the teacher remarked making the angry girl roll her eyes in response.
' Carol '
Toria not wanting to cause anymore trouble looks away from Carol's peripheral vision and just focuses on her notebook and starts scribbling random ass notes. She could here the stomps of Carol's shoes making it's way to the back of the classroom and Toria slowly turns and sees Carol's arm crosses with a frown on her face.
' she really is an unhappy person ' Toria thought and sighs and genuinely has no idea why she is so interested in her since she made her impression well enough to Toria .
-
CAROL was sitting in the back. Her arm crossed and her back against the hard ass chair. She hated this fucking school and it's dumbass people. She couldn't careless about anything here. Besides her chess club she really had nothing better to do.
She popped a jawbreaker in her mouth and takes her black notebook out scribbling little designs. She adjusts her glasses and sniffs as she draws a new art piece in her book, not even paying attention to the introductory assignment that's been established.
Carol couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Oh did she hate when people fucking stared at her. To her, they were asking for a problem. She immediately followed her guts and looked up to see the same girl who bumped into her this morning and her scowl rises.
" Fucking What ? "
Immediately the girl turned red and looked away and Carol smirked at this. Obviously she had an effect on her and oh does Carol have ideas now.
Carol starts finishing her little drawing and chuckles to herself.
" what to do with you dollface " she sings to herself and looks up at the brown haired beauty that caught the angry bird's interest.
' im going to have fun with this one ' Carol thought
-
After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally finished and Toria rushed to put her supplies in her bag and she gets up and goes out the classroom.
" Yo! dollface..." a voice called out to her and Toria turned around and is faced with a smirking Carol.
" oh... uh hi- " Toria sighed. This was it..maybe a first beat up in her new school is what it'll take for Toria to learn how to be confident. " Look...if it is about earlier,imsorryimjustsofuckingclumsy andIhateitandmymomtoldmethatIneedto learnhowtonavigatewithoutoverthinkingand sometimesijusthavedifficultydoingthatandit's myfirstdayand- " Toria awkwardly rambled
" Shut the fuck up. It's not that. Jesus Christ you talk a lot. I just...look I just wanna know you? Like what's your name cookie ? "Carol said while tilting her head and her jawbreaker visible at the side of her mouth.
Toria opened her mouth slightly and closed it. She's going to have to do her breathe in breathe out technique later.
" I'm Victoria Molina. Toria for shorter um...yeah " Toria said awkwardly and ending it with a thumbs up. Mentally slapping herself for how awkward she's acting right now. Especially in front of this extremely hot individual but that's not the important matter at the moment.
Carol smirked and steps closer and nods looking Toria up and down.
" Victoria....huh?" She tilts her head and smirks and leans against the lockers. " yeah...Imma keep calling you dollface" she says raising both her brows up.
Victoria just nods and shifts a bit and rolls her shoulders back.
" I'm presume you're Carol right ? " Toria tells her and receives a nod back. " It's a pretty name you know " she smiles a bit but Carol just looks at her
" Bitch please that's a basic fucking name. I hate it so much. Don't you fucking lie to me like that again " Carol narrows her eyes but her eyes obvious to the excitement Toria initiates on her ( which she's not used to ) .
Toria looks at Carol with a soft smile. " well I think it's pretty and it fits you "
Carol obviously not used to such compliments shifts uncomfortably and scowls at Toria.
" Whatever...what's your class after this dollface ?" Carol asks .
" I think AP History ? " Toria responds and Carol scrunches her face up.
" ugh you're a fucking nerd. don't go to that bullshit class...come and skip with me " she smirks and takes a cigarette and putting it between her teeth.
Toria mouth agapes and furrows her brows.
" I'm not a nerd...but we still have the rest of the day though ? Plus it's my first day Carol I can't get in trouble " Toria mumbles whilst her hands are in the pockets of her sweater.
Carol rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
" You owe me remember ? " motioning to the crack of her glasses. " this is your payment dollface and...you don't have a choice " she smirks and staring up a Toria's tensed nature and lights up her cigarette and starts walking out of the school and motions for Toria to come.
' What the fuck did she just get into ? ' Toria thought before heavily sighing and following Carol out of the school.
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Carol who was standing in front of a red convertible starts smirking as Toria came closer.
" awe was that so hard Dollface " Carol teased and throws her head back laughing.
" where are we going anyways ? "
" The diner where I work....it's called Domingos "
" Flamingos?"
" No you dumbass...Domingos. We can get food there and I'm good with Davis our boss so we can hook up with some good shits "
Toria nod and follows suit into the car and she looks around and it definitely smells of cigarettes and bits of coconut due to the hanging freshener in front of the mirror.
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The drive was pretty quiet and the only thing visible is the music playing on the radio.
Carol grips the wheel of the car and hesitantly looks at Toria who is staring out and she feels her face softens a bit and tugs on her bottom lip.
Could she really have a friend ? No there's no fucking way. Nobody fucks with her and when they do it all turns to shit. She learned that after finding out Barb had pranked her with her bumass friend and Carol couldn't take that shit anymore .
Carol sighs and tries focusing her way to Domingos and hopes to God she can finally have a good time.
" we're here dollface "
" this looks cozy "
" yeah yeah...get your ass out the damn car Molina "
chuckling Carol gets out the car and walks inside with Toria who was in awe taking in the atmosphere of the small diner.
Maybe just maybe... Things would be okay.
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Continuing in Part Two coming soon [ Die for You | Diner Troubles ]
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