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Pain.
As Amity Blight slowly opened her groggy eyes, all she felt was dull pain piercing through her head. She let out a groan when it began to burn the more the fog of sleep receded from her system.
She closed her eyes again as her face contorted to a tight scowl. She felt the headache going all out like it was drilling holes on her brain. She instinctively rubbed her temples and ran a hand through her thick mane of teal. Feeling irritated, she gave her hair a rough tug hoping to distract the nerves from their merciless jabs.
The Blight gritted her teeth and began to sit up. The bed creaked from her slight movement and the sheets rustled as she cursed under her breath. She opened her eyes again.
At the sight of an unfamiliar room, her mind began to shift focus.
"Huh?"
Her golden eyes darted from left to right. The room was lavished with royal velvet trims and golden walls. On the left was a window that had elegant white curtains which veiled the morning sun rays and on the right was a wooden door with intricate floral carvings.
"Where... Am... I?"
She muttered the words in slight panic. Her room most definitely didn't have itself renovated in one night. Then her gaze landed on herself. The velvety sheets that previously covered her had clumped together on her lap exposing her rather naked shame. It took only a split second before she squeaked and grabbed the sheets to cover her unclothed chest.
Her thoughts went overdrive trying to remember what had happened the other night before she finally took a whiff of the disgusting scent of vomit and alcohol that lingered in the room.
She felt her stomach acting up. The bile was about to rise up her throat when suddenly a low moan reached her ears. Her head snapped sharp to the direction of the sound just right beside her and lo and behold, she wasn't alone.
Her reaction was instantaneous.
Amity let out a high-pitched scream as if a monster had reared its ugly head to torment her. She immediately bolted out of bed but her wobbly legs only took her as far as landing on the floor at the side of the bed just enough to keep her nudity out of sight from the confused hazel eyes that belonged to the one person she so despised.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Out of all the people in this godforsaken planet, she woke up completely bare beside her arch nemesis—Luz Noceda.
No this can't be happening. This is just a figment of her imagination. The person sitting up and looking at her with half-mast eyes was a presence conjured by a sick game her mind loves to play to drive her mad.
This is just a dream and she'll eventually wake up. But how wrong she was when the Noceda opened her mouth with a frown on her face.
" Blight? What the hell are you doing here in my room?"
The voice that made her tick, the voice that made her snap for the entirety of the past 4 years couldn’t be mistaken by one Amity Blight. And that stupid question added more to the facts. No way this is her room. The type of elegance it exudes won't do well with a punk like Noceda.
Yes, this is the real deal in front of her and to say she was mortified would be a huge understatement.
She slept with Luz Noceda.
When her mind began to process the full gravity of the situation she wasted no time and hollered at Luz, grabbed the nearest object she could find (which was an empty bottle of a bacardi) and flung it at the offending presence.
Her aim missed an inch from the Latina’s head thanks to the headache that blocked most of her senses but the loud crashing sound made enough racket to prompt a confused Luz into full attention.
Luz became hyper aware of the unfamiliar room and their disheveled states. Her eyes had a frantic glint and her lips spouted curses of her own after seeing the evidence of her demise—a bit of the Blight's cleavage that was hidden poorly by the sheets. Then a blush appeared on her cheeks.
"WHAT! HOW?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!"
Boomed Luz's voice as she quickly averted her gaze to give Amity her much needed privacy. She did not notice when the Blight grabbed a pillow and launched herself at the Latina who was beginning to shy away. All Luz’s mind could do at the time was to take her to various obscene places that unfolded the prior night.
The pillow hit her square in the face in no time. The impact might have just broken Luz's nose. However, there are plenty of things that are and could go wrong in this picture. Amity's abrupt pillow attack on her unlikely companion only scratches the surface of the consequences of their actions.
Consequences
Oh boy, Luz doesn't want to think about those for now. She has to take care of an enraged midget in her midst first.
"HOW DARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!"
Amity screeched as her arms swung the pillow and slammed straight at the crown of Luz's head. The accusation certainly hit a nerve though. Luz will never take advantage of anyone. Her mami did not raise her that way! This was enough for Luz to snap back and grab the Blight's wrists.
" I MOST DEFINITELY DID NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU! I WOULDN'T TOUCH A CHILD'S BODY MIND YOU!"
The last part was a joke that quickly slipped from her tongue before she could think. Although Amity's 5'7 is easily dwarfed by her 6-foot physical stature, the Blight definitely had her lovely share of well-endowed curves found at the right places.
Nonetheless, the comment managed to get that irate look on Amity's eyes and a furious blush painted her cheeks. This reaction would have elicited a smug look on Luz's face any other day. Pranking and making the Blight loose her shit is habitual for the Latina but right now she cursed herself for blabbering out a joke because Amity went straight to choke the life out of her, literally, after a swift tackle.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
Amity hovered above her with both hands on her neck in a vice grip. The teal haired girl was not one bit conscious of the fact that the Noceda thinks of her as a grade-schooler. The whole thing pissed her off because this was no time for jokes. They both knew they're in big trouble.
Feeling herself gradually suffocating from the killing spree, Luz acted on instinct and removed herself from the Blight's clutches by sheer force. The attack felt so uncalled for. And their positions swapped with Luz pinning Amity's arms above her head and straddled the Blight's thankfully sheet-laden body.
As a taunt for the assault, Luz yelled out
“I SAID I DON'T FUCK TABLE TOPS! WHO WOULD?! MAYBE THAT'S WHY BOSCHA—”
The mention of a single name automatically welcomed a new sense of dread between the two but more from Amity's part. She instantly pushed off Luz and a surge of alarms blared up.
"OH MY GOD BOSCHA... THE WEDDING... ITS ONLY A FEW WEEKS AWAY...AND THEN THIS... "
Amity stormed out of bed to search for her undergarments. She wants nothing more than to leave the premises if that could alleviate a bit of her shame. Luz, once more, looked away and began the scavenger hunt for her own clothing as well.
As Amity wore her school uniform, she noticed a bit of a disparity, specifically, the presence of a soda can's pull tab on her ringer finger and as if the day couldn't get any worse, her engagement ring is nowhere in sight. Its position has been replaced by the ugly 'ring'.
“Oh my god… oh my god… that was a 500-year-old heirloom! Where is it!?”
The teal haired girl began to desperately search for her precious treasure when a memory hit her like a bucket full of icy water.
Soon, her eyes pricked from the tears that threatened to rapidly drop like bullets. Here she thought they've dried up with how much she spent them crying the other night.
She was barely decent. She only gave herself enough time to shimmy in her school uniform before dashing out of the room. Luz heard her quiet sobs and shot a look of concern at the girl's retreating form. She immediately followed and climbed down at least two sets of long wooden stairs before finding the front doors of the building. Amity ignored the greeting of the receptionist at the front desk of the luxurious establishment as she held back her sobs. Luz was quick enough to say a thank you and easily matched the Blight's strides in the slippery pavement of the sidewalks.
Luz held her wrist and wrapped her arms around Amity before the Blight could round a street corner heading to an alley. It had been snowing the entire night as much as the two could recall but Luz and Amity ignored the bite of that chilly morning for a few seconds. The latter choked out loud sobs and the former held her in place.
The teal haired girl refused to wrap her arms around the Noceda though. She may be feeling absolute wreck right now and Luz served as a solid pillar she can latch on but she's not going to appear pathetic more than she already is. She is a Blight. She's not supposed to show a sliver of weakness or softness especially to the person who made her entire high school life a living hell and tripled her agony just by touching her. Blights don't fraternize with enemies.
"GET OFF OF ME! YOU'VE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH!"
She finally whimpered out with loathing. And yet, it was something less severe than when they woke up. She didn't even make a move to push off Luz. Perhaps she was just so emotionally and physically drained to even find the strength. But still, a small side of her thought of only one thing. There was something in the Noceda's gesture that tempted to melt that hard-earned ice in her heart. The hold was warm and sincere. Something Amity is not so familiar of and something she ached for at the moment.
"GEEZ! CAN'T YOU LET THE BITCHING LOW FOR ONE MINUTE?! I'M TRYING TO BE NICE HERE!"
Luz growled but didn't budge. Hazel eyes looked down as Amity finally buried her face on her upper chest, finding a brief support system. A part of her braced herself for a kick or a punch but Amity actually relented.
"Now that wasn't so hard wasn't it?"
Luz began to tentatively caress the Blight's messy hair when Amity did not tense up she slowly rubbed comforting circles on her back. Luz grew up in a household full of affection. The moment felt really awkward but she can’t just leave the girl when she most needed comfort.
"This is only going to be a one-time thing.”
Amity said between sobs
“Never ever spread this nor flaunt what had happened the other night. Forget about all of it. Do you understand, Noceda?"
It was absorbed loud and clear by the Latina albeit Amity's muffled voice. Luz wasn’t so surprised with the command’s lack of authoritative power. The Blight has been through a lot and she’s bound to get tired at some point.
"Trust me, that's the last thing I'd do, Blight"
Luz whispered with conviction and assurance.
Just as Amity finally wrapped her arms around the Latina, a student from Hexside was about to pass by but halted her movement. She froze in place, utterly jaw slacked to see the two. She stared back and forth between the pair and the building in front of them. As if gears began to put the pieces together in her head, the blonde girl from the cheerleading team snapped shots of the two and posted the image on Penstagram for the entire city of Bonesborough and quite possibly the entire world to see. Responses were immediate and the post began to go viral. She had a massive grin etched on her face.
Hexside is about to get hit by another storm.
The school bell rang loudly, ordering the entire student populace of Hexside to go to their designated classrooms but the crowd has yet to move in a hustle as they huddled in groups around the hallways. All eyes were fixated on their phone devices and chattering as if a meteorite is about to crash down to earth to kill off the entire race.
This has been going on for two days unbeknownst to a certain Latina who began to trek the halls leading to her class. She can't brush off an unnerving feeling though. Whenever she passes by the crowd that clogged the halls, the gibberish quiets down and gazes automatically lands on her.
She begins to wonder what she did to garner so much attention. Her last shenanigan was over a month ago but they stare at her as if it was only yesterday when she stuffed plastic toy snakes in their lockers. Heck, she's been absent for two days! That's worth 48 hours of peace. She's been generous. What gives?
All eyes were glued on her, she said nothing hoping they'd get a move on with their lives but when the absurd situation persisted she began to adjust the single sling of her backpack that hanged firm on her shoulder and glowered at them.
"FUCK OFF"
It was enough for them to cower slightly and allowed Luz more space to move as they filled the sides where the lockers stood. A thick tension in the air began to linger the moment Luz turned around though when a fist collided against her cheek. The force sent her landing first on the tiled floor.
"THAT'S FOR FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND YOU BITCH!"
Boscha's thundering scream resounded in the entire hall. The moment Luz registered what had happened she began to spit out blood. A menacing look in her eyes was held in place. She's got many bones to pick with this person. Words won't be enough but beating her to a pulp will have to suffice for now. She stood quick on her feet before the red head could grab her by the collar and planted a swift upper cut on Boscha's chiseled jaw.
"FIGHT!"
"FIGHT!"
"FIGHT!"