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They never stopped, every other night it was a different man-- a different place, and she didn’t know what to do; Peter obviously knew far too much about her, that he knew where she was at every time and place. She made the choice to move out of Matt’s for now, scared that he would find out that she was there and God forbid go after him; she would never forgive herself for that. With her black eye fading, now a shade of yellow with a bit of purple, she didn’t have that to worry about, only now a busted lip and bruised ripcage; that was from last night. But she needed out, she needed out of her head, out of everything and everyone-- so that’s how she found herself at the baseball diamond, the feel of a glove and ball so foreign to her hands. She looked down at Oscar, a hand smoothing over his head before she gathered a bucket of baseballs, and perched herself on the mound, ball after ball leaving her hands-- faster and faster after every second. Sweat started to bead down her temple until the pain became far too much, hands going to her stomach as she closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breathes.

Manuela was in a weird mood and typically when she was in a weird mood, she did something artistic, either to her face or making graphics. However, right now, she was staring at her baby pictures, sent by her egg donor and Manuela missed her other sisters. She missed being their brother, oddly enough. They were nice, his biological sisters. They always treated him really good, with gifts of art and escaping. She couldn’t help feeling bitter they didn’t help him and she hadn’t talked to them since their last visit when she was 14. When she was a he and Manuela was feeling itchy in her skin. Opting not to put  wig on, wearing their natural short hair, Manuela gathered an  ensemble of things to wear, slipping on a bra and a cutout Misfits shirt  with no pants as it was  long and she was wearing boy shorts anyways. There wasn’t any makeup on their face and Manuela gathered up their traveling makeup case and headed to the quad. Sitting up the portable light up mirror, Manuela inhaled the fresh air and studied their face, trying to decide how to paint it. How to make their visage as beautiful as possible so everything would stop and their skin wouldn’t feel wrong.

Stevie was down at the pitch, waiting for Lilly to arrive. She did a few warm-ups, so she was ready for the pick up she  was about to play, before she sat down. She was juggling the ball while sitting on the ground, something she perfected her freshman year of high school, as she did so.

Melody had been in a funk for a while now, and was glad when she gotten the text from Scarlet about having a party. She knew that she had to go, so she gotten dressed in her party clothes and headed over to the girl’s apartment. She smiled as she walked in, moving towards the drinks and poured herself some gin into a shot glass. She drank it, and shook her head as she tried to get rid of the taste. “I forgot how much I didnt like the taste of gin.” She murmured as she slammed the glass back down onto the counter and poured herself some more. It was funny on much you would say that something that was disgusted but yet, it’ll help you feel better for a short time.

Melody was looking forward to this party, since she had a lot of things to shake off. She grabbed another jello shot, smirked and winked at few people who were checking out her lingerie before she downed her shot. She tossed the cup away as she made her way to the dance floor and put her hair up in a messy ponytail. She said her hellos, and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She adjusted her bra as she scanned the crowd for Liam, which she didnt see him but that was fine with her since they usually make their way to each other. She heard one of the songs she had been listening nonstop, started to move her hips as she let her body move to the beat of the music.