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WEST COAST

Word count: 7,300

Summary: Lana (oc) has just came back from rehab. While she was in rehab, she had met several different people, one of them having the name of Austin Butler who had just moved into town. Lana and him are invited to a party. At the party, one of Lana’s friends get hit on, to which Austin defends said friend.

Warnings: angst, drugs, smoking, cursing, violence, all I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: I just needed to get a story out. I might expand on this plot I have no idea. Also, I have a passion for cars and I feel like this story low key shows that—? If there’s typos I’m sorry. I wrote this at 1AM and it is currently 4:43AM as I am re-reading it, spare me.

MASTERLIST

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People say a lot of things can go down in the summer. Or not, sometimes people just have a boring summer. But for Lana, needless to say it was pretty exciting. To put it front she had overdosed in the first week of summer break and had to spend the rest of her summer in rehab. God knows what she has overdosed on, but she had visited her drug dealer buddy. Which that turned into something deadly, where she and her drug dealer buddy got threatened, and in as a result she overdosed. The experience for everyone was scary, except for her, she says: she was vibin. Needless to say everyone thought she was dead.

At least five days till senior year started, and she had just gotten back from rehab. She was standing in front of someone who she considered to be family. He was short, about 5’8” and had a scar going across his face due to a bike accident he had when he was younger. He had a buzzcut, always wore a Hockey cap. With the logo of the SJ Sharks. “So, you back?” He was looking up at her with a cigarette between his ear and head.

She stood in front of him, nodding. “Yep.”

“Aight, that’s what’s up.” He leaned off his chair, held out his hand and they both pumped each other. Leaning back then took the cigarette to light it up. “I thought you fuckin’ died man, sure as shit scared me.” He scoffed, blowing out a bit of smoke away from her.

“Nah, I’m good.” She shook her head. “How’ve you been Dal?”

Dal was a drug dealer. He owned a convenient store with his twin brother named Tray. Dal was the older brother by at least five minutes, he was 23, dropped out from the high school Lana was going to at the age of 17. His twin brother Tray also dropped out at a young age as well, maybe 14 or something along the lines of teen. Which Dal didn’t mind. The two brothers had their little drug business, plus with the store? They had a good amount of bank coming their way.

At first Lana was unsure about Dal. But after being friends with him for a solid year or two. Lana was sure about Dal and Tray now. She knew that Dal was a real and genuine friend, who actually gave some sort of shit about her. She trusted Dal and Tray, and the same went for the both of them.

“I’ve been alright.” Dal smiled, nodding his head for a few moments. “How’ve you been though, Lana.”

“Been alright.” She chuckled. “Hey, is Tray- still-?”

“Aw c’mon, you can’t be serious. You just got back.” Dal tilted his head, confused.

“Nah, I wanna say hi to him is all. I’m off that shit for good. No worries.” Lana knew that Dal was implying about the glass and powder that they sold.

“Oh aight, yeah he’s in there.” Dal nodded understandably. They both gave each other one more pump before Lana had smiled, skipping into the convenience store while he smoked his cigarette.

Lana opened the door to the fridge and walked inside. Finding Tray who was leaning back and listening to music. Tray was in nothing but a tank top and some sweats, wearing a silver chain necklace. He looked up, seeing Lana. “Yo! What’s up Lana!” They both pumped each other. “Thought you died bruv.” He sniffled, rubbing his nose.

“Seems like everyone thought I died.” She joked, a charming smile plastered on her face. Tray returned that friendly smile, nodding his head. “You got anything new?” She asked.

“Got some of that fuckin’ murky shit, check it out.” He grabbed a little baggie of powder. Holding it up to her face, she leaned down to look at it, nodding her head in approval. “Where you put that shit in the spoon and heat it up, Dal says it’s some strong shit bruv.” Tray smirked proudly before putting it down.

Tray reached into a little bucket, holding it out. The bucket was filled with bags that had at least three pills of LSD. “What type of acid is that?”

“It’s got levels.” He held up the bag to her. Which she took so she could look at it decently, nodding her head still. She had squinted her eyes. The pills looked to be formed in sugar cubes, and the other bag Tray held out had little smiley faces stamped on them. “Them sugar cubes is the shit bro!” His tone was filled with excitement.

Lana nodded her head, smiling a bit. She was happy that he was excited about drugs. Even though drugs were bad of course, the fact that Tray obviously had some sort of passion for them was low key pretty cute. Tray and Dal never took the drugs either, they simply held and sold them.

“What do they do?” She asked.

“Some psychological shit. One of the clients tripped out for two days straight.”

“Shit, that’s pretty dope.” Lana admitted.

“But ey man,” Tray snapped her attention from the drugs to him, “Dal and I really did miss you man.”

“I missed you too, Tray.”

Lana left the store after. Tray had given her an ice cream sandwich with a bag of cheetos. Which was her favorite snack. She had decided to walk home, with her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants.

While she had been walking, a familiar car had drove passed her, slowed down until Lana was walking beside the car. She recognized it, it was a blacked out 2000 Pontiac Firebird that the owner of said car actually bought with their own money. Lana side eyed the car, seeing their window roll down. “Hey Lana, is that you?!” They exclaimed excitedly through the window.

Lana leaned down, walking to the rolled down window. “Yep!” She nodded her head. She had already known who the driver was. Her name was Victoria Sanchez, aka Tori.

Victoria was fucking crazy to put it short. Absolute fucking psycho. At least to the boys who had dated her. Lana liked her, Victoria was always super nice to her, and in Lana’s eyes. Victoria had a heart of gold. She was small, about 5’3” had tan skin with black hair that was slightly wavy. With the perfect siren eyes, and perfect lips as well, and a small nose. Needless to say, she was a real treat n’ beauty.

The opposite could be said of her boyfriend Ashton Tucker. Ashton was a dickhead, a jock really. He was tall, about 6’3” so a solid foot taller than Victoria. Lana and Ashton didn’t get along at all, they actually got into a fist fight with each other in Freshman year due to the fact that he had tried to grope her at the school dance, homecoming to be exact. Which resulted into her decking him across the face, and the both of them went at it.

Ashton took pride in himself, he was the footballs team quarterback and their captain as well. He had brunette hair with a sharp jawline, good nose. Lana didn’t like thinking about him, but he was the school heartthrob at the time. Girls thirsted over him. Ashton though always had eyes for Victoria.

Their relationship was toxic needless to say. Lana had watched the two get into a screaming competition. With Ashton repeatedly calling her fucking insane, and Victoria yelling about how psychotic he was. It was a relationship that had the same taste as eating raw sardines with expired beans, joined up with soda that had no carbon. Lana knew all about it due to the fact she was good friends with Tori.

“Damn bitch, I thought you died!” Tori shouted, laughing. She was glad to see Lana after two months. Lana shook her head, happy that Tori seemed excited. “Come on in, I’ll give you a ride to wherever you’re going.”

“Appreciate that, Tori,” Lana opened the door of the Firebird, sitting in the passengers side.

“Oh my god c’mere bitch, you have to let me hug you.” Tori opened her arms and they both hugged each other. Tori leaned back in her seat, grabbed the gear shifter of the car and put it into first gear, driving forward. “I’ve missed you, Lana.” She smiled.

“Missed you too.” Lana responded. She meant that. She actually did miss Tori, in spite of them being polar opposites. Lana had missed the excitement and attitude that Tori had, it was rather entertaining.

“How was rehab?” Tori kept her eyes on the road.

Lana leaned back, thinking to herself before answering. “Pretty good, the people there were nice.”

This was true. The people at rehab all had problems and all were fairly nice. Nobody there was judgmental. They were all supportive of each other, plus, Lana had actually met a really cool dude there.

The doctors there were also cautious about the drugs they would give her every time something went down. At one point she asked the doctor for a specific drug, and they said to just stick with Advil and Tylenol, and in response Lana said she never wanted that doctor again.

He laughed at that response. He was a sweet doctor. Actually he was Lana’s favorite. His name was Mr. Gilbert.

“That’s good, hey-“ Tori turned to look at Lana, “wanna come hangout with Alex, Beth, and I for a bit? I’m going over to Alex’s place first to pick her up.” She asked innocently. Lana nodded, smiling. Tori giggled, she wasn’t over the fact that Lana was back. Lana looked great, her wavy brunette hair was cut short. Her tanned skin actually looked somewhat smooth. But she still had her eye-bags. Which was fine to Lana. It was completely okay considering the last time she saw Lana, she was a mess. To be specific, Lana was wearing a shirt she threw up on without washing it.

When Tori saw that, all she could say was: shit, drugs really do fuck you up huh? And to that statement. Beth agreed.

Lana sat in the car for a bit, watching Tori shift through the gears. “Hey,” she brought up, and Tori glanced at her, “has anything interesting happened while I’ve been gone?”

“Well,” she hummed, thinking to herself for a few moments before answering, “well… there’s this new kid that’s in our grade this year. I heard he just moved here.” She started.

“Oh.”

Continuing on, “I heard he’s super cute, his name’s Austin.”

Lana blinked, “Austin?” She echoed his name.

“Austin.” Tori repeated after her.

“Butler?”

“You know him?” Tori blinked, confused.

“Well- yeah.” Lana shrugged.

Austin Butler was a kid she met in rehab. He wasn’t a patient there, but was there to see his older brother who had overdosed like Lana. From what she could recall, Austin had been bored one day and walked to the lobby to which Lana was there trying to buy a Snickers bar from the vending machine.

Austin instantly recognized she was a patient due to the clothes she was wearing. And was happy that there was someone there that was at least close to his age. He approached her, offered to buy her the snickers since she had no money, and she gladly agreed. Didn’t want to spend money.

Austin was a super chill dude actually. And yes, Tori was right. He was a pretty cute dude. Although Lana could remember he had a super awkward smile. But, regardless, he was nice. Austin was a guy who was 100% clean, didn’t do drugs, drank, or smoke. Didn’t have any socials either. Lived his life low, he was a minimalist, which of course- considering Lana’s generation, was probably a real shock.

Austin told Lana he hadn’t done anything like that because of his family. He came from a line of addicts, and so he steered away from drugs. Plus, his relationship with his mom and dad weren’t so good.

Eventually Austin’s brother had left rehab. But Austin still came over every day to see Lana, check up on her since she was his only friend. Unfortunately, Austin had to come tell her that his older brother relapsed and passed away.

“Yeah,” Lana nodded her head, puckering her lips when she was thinking then smiled, “Austin’s a good friend of mine. He was at rehab with me.”

“A patient?” Tori seemed surprised.

“Oh no, his brother was a patient. Not him.”

“Oh- so you’ve met him?” Tori tilted her head to think herself. “Is he cute? Alex says he looks like someone from the sixties.”

“Yeah,” Lana agreed without any hesitation. She had no problem complimenting Austin, he deserved it. She kept nodding her head when she was thinking of him, “he’s good looking for sure. Tall, blonde, gray eyes, and he plays Hockey.”

“Hockey?”

“Yeah, he plays for the Campbell Vipers.” Lana confirmed. “Deep voice. Definitely the new heartthrob.”

“Oh…” Tori blinked as she kept trying to envision how he looked. “Ashton’s probably better.” Lana thinned her lips in disagreement. Ashton’s the spawn of satan. She thought to herself. “Speaking of him, we broke up.”

“Again?” This came to no surprise.

Ashton and Victoria probably broke up at least twice a month. Lana was actually low key sick of it. Tori would cry about him then the very next week she’d be getting dicked down by him. It wasn’t just Lana who was sick of it. Even Alex, someone who was passive, more passive than Lana, was sick of it. As well as Beth. The whole group was tired of it.

“The hell do you mean, again?” Tori mimicked Lana’s deeper tone.

Lana squinted her eyes at Tori. “Don’t you and him break up like forty times a year?” She leaned back further in the passengers seat, sweeping her hair away from her eyes.

“So? I love him.”

Lana chuckled to herself. “More like you lust for him.” She murmured underneath her breath, whilst staring out the window.

—

School had finally started and like usual they had a pep rally and an assembly to get everyone ready with what would happen for the school year.

Tori had picked her up because once again, she found Lana walking by herself. Why? Well because when Lana wasn’t sober. She couldn’t actually properly bike. At one point she actually biked into the lake, couldn’t retrieve her bike back then. Even Alex was shocked when she found out about the bike. And it took a lot to somewhat surprise Alex.

While Tori drove Lana to school, they talked about the usual which was obviously about the new boy that was coming to Preston. Frankly, he was the talk of the town. Which was one of the nuisances of living in a small town such as Campbell.

There was only about maybe 7,000 people living in Campbell, so pretty much everyone knew each other. Welcome to the suburbs. Lana had known that when she overdosed, she was the talk of the town. And it was the same for Austin Butler. If Lana was being truthful, she was slightly surprised that everyone had just found out about him.

But then again, it didn’t come as to much of a shock. Austin was always going to rehab, for gods sakes he even slept there overnight. So it made some sort of sense to Lana that not everyone knew of him. Tori had talked about Austin to Alex and Beth, who kept saying how they heard he went to jail, got kicked out of private school, was a richie bitch, he was a manwhore, couldn’t keep a girl for more than a week- maybe 3 days if the chic was unlucky.

Lana was bothered by this type of talk no doubt. She had known Austin for two months and what she did know what that most things said about him were untrue. She wasn’t urged to defend him however, why would she anyways? He was a Hockey player. Those guys can beat if they want to.

As she was sitting in the bleachers of the gym, she could see hordes of the other seniors walking in. And as she stared down at the crowd, she spotted him. He wasn’t hard to miss, he had golden hair, and honestly, it was nice. But not just golden hair, he was tall. Maybe one of the tallest kids in school. The tallest was Miller, who was 6’5”, then came Ashton who was 6’3”, then Austin who was 6’1”.

Lana got up from her spot and screamed his name. Which caused him to poke his head up from the bottom of the bleachers, and at an instant that awkward gummy smile of his peered on his face. Tori, Alex, and Beth looked up at Lana, confused why she was screaming. Then looked to where Lana was waving, and they saw the blonde walking towards them. “Austin!! Get the fuck over here!” She shouted with her arms waving around like there was no tomorrow.

Austin quickly walked up the stairs towards the top row of the bleachers. Wearing a backpack that was slagging off his shoulder, he reached Lana. With a smile, his hand went for hers, quickly dapped her up, then gave her a quick bear hug. “What’s up Clark? Didn’t know you went here.” Clark was Lana’s last name, Austin had a thing where’d he call people by their last name. Due to respect. But, this also taught Lana something about him. If he called someone by their first name, he probably didn’t like them, or he was pissed.

“Please, it’s either Westen, or here. And Westen is the private school, so fuck that.” Lana sat back down beside Tori, patting the spot beside her. Austin dropped his backpack between his legs before sitting down beside Lana.

He looked over her shoulder, flicking his head towards her group. “Who are these chics.” He asked innocently.

“This is Victoria Sanchez, she goes by Tori,” Lana pointed to her. And Austin smiled at her quickly. “The other is Alex Bradley, and that’s Beth Williams.”

“Sup.” He smiled at the three of them before leaning back on the wall. Tori stared at Austin, absolutely starstruck. The same went for Alex and Beth, who couldn’t keep their eyes off of him.

“Hey,” Beth started, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear, “Mason Cooper is hosting a party- a back to school party around five up till god knows what time, you guys wanna come?” She looked at the four of them. All of them except for Austin nodded, and Beth eyed the other blonde who sat at the end of the line. “What about you, Aus? You wanna come?”

The question was answered with silence. Austin was looking at Lana, as if he was asking for permission to come. Lana gave a nod, deciding to answer for him. “Austin will come, I’m sure he will.” Lana glanced at Beth then at Austin. “You’re comin’ right, dude?”

“Yeah, totally.” There was a small smile on his face. And Lana looked at Beth, confirming for her.

“I’ll pick you guys up then.” Alex answered. “I got the biggest vehicle out of everyone here.” She brushed her hair back. This was true, Alex own a white heavy duty 2010 Ram 2500 6.7 cummins mega-cab that ate up all her fuel. It took 6 miles to the gallon which was actually atrocious. The truck was beloved however so it wasn’t like she could get rid of it. The truck actually belonged to her father, he’s a contractor. But regardless, Lana and the group felt bad for Alex. Who was mostly complaining about the awful mpg.

Austin nodded his head, before speaking. “Y’all don’t gotta pick me up.” He waved his hand apologetically. “I’ll drive there myself- Lana, could you send me the address?”

“Yeah of course.” Lana looked over at Beth, who understood what Lana wanted. Then the three of them leaned back against the wall. The pep rally was starting and the music was blaring like there was no tomorrow. Tori leaned forward to look at Austin. Lana expected a conversation was to spark, and she was going to sit in the middle of it.

“So Austin, where are you from?” Yep, Lana was right. Tori was starting up a conversation with the golden boy.

Austin leaned towards Tori so he could hear her properly. Meaning his side profile was right in front of Lana’s chest. “I’m from the West Coast.”

“But you play for the Campbell Vipers?”

“How’d you know that?” Austin chuckled. “Lana tell you or sum’n?”

“Yeah! She says you play for them. I didn’t know you were a Hockey dude.” She leaned close to him, their faces just inches away.

Austin gave a measly shrug. Thinking of an answer. As if he was supposed to make one up to impress Tori. But simply gave her the truth. “I lived in the West Coast before moving to the next town by age five. I was in a daycare in elementary. And the teacher there was a Hockey coach in his spare time, he asked if I was interested and I said yes. I started off in the peewee league before being transferred to the Vipers.”

The Campbell Vipers was actually a good Hockey team, and mostly everyone was proud of them. Even in spite of them just being a team of high school players, the team was incredibly talented. The teams color was crimson and black, with their logo being the insignia of a saw-scaled Viper.

Lana didn’t know any of the players due to the fact that their jerseys didn’t have their last names or first names, just their number. Austin’s number was three, this was because he was the third youngest in his family. He had an older sister who played Volleyball in high school, and got a scholarship for it as well. Austin was trying to follow the same path of getting a scholarship for Hockey.

Lana sat in the middle of their conversation. Her eyes looked through the bleachers, finally stopping at the bottom row. She could see Ashton staring up at the group. Lana blinked her eyes, noticing how he was glaring at Austin. Who was currently having a pleasant conversation with Tori about Hockey.

Lana bit her lower lip, not sure how Ashton would possibly react to this considering he was a dickhead and a jock as well. But Lana knew that Ashton was too pussy to even beat Austin in school. Lana could remember all the times that Ashton would beat someone to a pulp outside of school purely for interacting with Tori. The only people who could interact with Tori were chics, and guys? Well good luck to that.

Lana listened to Tori giggling as Austin was telling her about his life, due to the fact that she was so curious about it.

Austin got kicked out of his house after his brother’s passing for fighting with his mom’s boyfriend. He couldn’t live with his sister because she was off in college living in the dorms so that was off limits. So Austin figured why not live with Dal and Tray. It was a surprise that Austin actually knew the duo, but he had revealed that because of his older brother, almost all his friends, if not all of them were drug addicts.

Druggies to Austin were probably one of the nicest people on the earth, just lost was all. He also revealed that he was close friends with Dal and Tray due to his brother being friends with them as well. The duo had been letting Austin live with them for free. Only thing was that Austin had to respect their mother, who was unfortunately ill. Since the blonde was so polite, and since their mother loved him, Austin was allowed to stay as long as he wanted.

Whenever Hockey season was over, Austin would work for a rancher that lived in Gilroy. He loved horses and cattle, knew how to herd them with the help of a trusty Border Collie. Austin was a clean cut American boy with a cowboy background. Word.

“You sound interesting.” Tori smiled at him. “We should hangout sometime.”

“Whatever you want, miss.” He shrugged. “What about you? Where are you from, huh?” His voice was as smooth as butter Lana admitted to herself. But at the same time she was dreading this conversation. She was sitting in the middle, Ashton the psycho was glaring at them, which meant something was gonna go down soon.

Lana looked at her surroundings. Seeing how there were multiple pairs of eyes looking at Austin. She knew he’d be the knew heartthrob, and she slightly hated that she was friends with said heartthrob. But, at the same time she liked it. It told her that not all good looking guys were actually dickheads.

Victoria was from a place that was the opposite of Austin. She didn’t come from a rich family but rather from just a middle class family. She was surprisingly the only child, and it was surprising because everyone else in the whole entire friend group, including Lana, had siblings. But not Victoria, she was the only child, and was low key spoiled.

Sassy and had an attitude. However, she was always willing to defend her friends. Victoria revealed to Austin that she hated her parents, her dad specifically because of how loveless their marriage was. Her dad had been sleeping on the couch for as long as she could remember. Always drinking beer and never interacting. And when there was some sort of interaction, it was met with screams and shouting. Since her parents had a loveless marriage, Tori would often fantasize about marrying a man who genuinely loved her for who she was. Fantasized about having a healthy marriage.

Which was actually really ironic considering that her and Ashton would have sex 24/7 and when they weren’t fucking there were screaming. Aye, but sex and arguments make the perfect cup of joe. He really must love her for who she is… 100%. Lana thought as she listened to Tori.

She loved makeup, and also did drugs now and then. She didn’t vape, but she smoked cigarettes quite often. Her favorite was Marlboro Red, the strongest. She told Austin how she was good friends with Dal and Tray. This- was false. She wasn’t. She knew them sure but she wasn’t actually good friends with them. Lana was good friends with them. Not Tori. Maybe Tori thought she was close with them due to the fact that Dal and Tray had this sense of protecting Tori.

Tori then revealed her on and off relationship with Ashton to him. She told him how Ashton was a dickhead, how he was probably psychotic with some anger issues he needed to work on. Ashton once grabbed Tori by the throat and slammed her against the wall because she pointed out the stain he had on his shirt. She told Austin how Ashton dumped her because he thought she looked like a whore. In fact, he would often degrade her outfits, calling her a when he got the chance whore. Even when they weren’t in bed. She had told Austin. “If he were dating me now, he’d probably say I look like a whore.”

Tori was wearing a gray crop top with some gray sweatpants. She honestly looked great. A bit of her cleavage was showing and so was her stomach, but the fact she didn’t even get dress coded was a miracle. In response to her statement, he shook his head. “You look beautiful, Sanchez.”

There was a bit of silence, as if she wasn’t expecting a response like that. Lana side eyed Tori, agreeing with Austin. “He’s right, you do.” She knew that Tori needed some sort of confirmation from her silence.

“You think so?” She blinked at them both.

“Of course.” Austin smiled.

“Yep.” Lana responded after Austin. Tori smiled, leaning back on the walk beside Lana. And Austin glanced at Lana before leaning back to watch the pep rally.

When the assembly was over. Austin had hung out with Tori for a bit. She wanted to show Austin the campus. He was leaning against the lockers as she was talking to him. Lana was quietly watching with Alex and Beth, wanting to see how Austin would treat Tori.

“Hey,” Beth hit Lana’s shoulder, who glanced at her. But then was able to see that Beth was pointing to Ashton, who was approaching the duo.

“Shit, something’s boutta go down.” Lana rolled up her sleeves of her flannel in case she had to do something about Ashton. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. Even though he was 6’3”, she was 5’10” which in her mind- wasn’t that big of a difference. Alex stayed quiet, interested in what Austin would do once he saw Ashton.

Austin had a smirk on his face the whole time when he was talking to Tori. He wan’t talking though, she seemed to do most of the talking, with him smirking and nodding along. Clearly interested in whatever story she was telling about her being the cheerleading captain, dating the football captain, which most of the time was a recipe for disaster.

Austin’s eyes slowly crept forward when he could see Ashton strutting towards the pair. The smirk on his face disappeared, and he stood up straight. Eyes narrowing towards Ashton. “There he is, there he is.” Beth said excitedly, slowly moving behind Lana as if she was hiding from someone.

Lana noticed how Austin stood in front of Ashton, his eyes still narrowed. He didn’t seem to back down. It was clear Austin had no visible respect for Ashton, not after what Tori had told him. He probably saw the jock as some sort of dickhead who needed to get his shit together.

Tori looked at Ashton, saying something before telling Austin something. In response to this something, he dipped his head and left Ashton alone with Tori. Walking over to Lana, Alex, and Beth.

“Something is definitely gonna go down at the party if Ashton goes there.” Alex murmured from beside Lana.

—

Alex, Beth, and Tori were all standing outside of Lana’s house. She opened the door, being greeted with the trio. Lana blinked, seeing how Tori was in a thin pink crop top that pretty much looked like a sports bra with a pink silk skirt. Beth seemed to have curled her blonde hair for the occasion. She was wearing a white tank top, with a pink wool jacket over it, and some denim jeans. Alex was just wearing a casual pink shirt with some denim high waist jeans with her brunette hair tied back.

Lana stood there, looking at the trio. All three of them were wearing pink, while she was wearing black. In fact, she was wearing a black oversized shirt with a jacket that was too big for her and some joggers. Beth had texted her that the theme they were gonna go with was pink, but she obviously had completely forgotten.

“You completely butchered the theme.” Tori said, her hand on her waist. Alex was smiling at Lana, thinking of how silly she was.

“I texted you- we chose pink- remember?” Beth held out her phone from the purse she was carrying. Lana slowly nodded her head before walking out.

“Sorry I have short term memory loss.” She joked.

Alex rubbed the nape of her neck, thinking to herself. “I have a pink bow tie in the truck. Want it?”

“Sure.” Thank you Alex for coming in clutch. She added in her head.

They had pulled up down the block of Mason’s house. The whole entire ride had been dysfunctional. With Tori stressing out about her makeup and Ashton, Alex continuously telling Tori how she shouldn’t worry about Ashton due to how beautiful she was. Beth trying to learn how to tie a bow tie and put it onto someone who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes, and Lana who was being uncooperative by screaming the lyrics to Nirvana songs that Alex had been blaring while telling Tori how beautiful she was.

“How the fuck do you tie a bow tie?” Beth stared at Lana, who was now calm.

“Ugh, it’s not hard Beth.” Tori rolled her eyes before jumping in the backseat. She plopped herself down in the middle, and looked at Lana’s neck size, adjusted it, put one side shorter than the other side, and began the process of tying a bow tie.

After that was finished, Lana hopped out of the truck. With Tori and Beth following behind, Alex hopped out after, then locked the truck. The four of them walked up the sidewalk side by side, Lana with her hands in her pockets. “You think we have to give Veronica a ride?”

“Onica gets too drunk to walk at every party. I’m sure we have to.” Alex answered. This was true. Last time Veronica got so drunk that she was about to be taken advantage of if it wasn’t for Tori who had walked in to stop the whole thing.

‘Get the fuck away from her!’ Was something she was excessively yelling, she even got a whine glass and broke it over the assailants head. On top of that, Lana was too high to function. So Beth and Tori were left with babysitting the duo while Alex had to drive them home.

As they were walking down the block to Mason’s house. Lana paused when she heard the sound of a V8, and she had already known what was making the sound. It was definitely a V8 engine joined with cams. And Lana could hear the blowp of the V8 as it rolled by.

She and Alex had their jaw dropped as they saw a blacked out 1985 C4 Corvette, with the cams inside that thing were making a beautiful sound. “Holy shit, Alex…” Lana breathed out as the car slowly prowled and had parked behind Alex’s car. They both were mesmerized by the beauty of the C4.

“Who is that?” Tori asked, clearly intrigued.

“A dickhead.” Beth answered without any hesitation. Corvettes weren’t really liked in town. Why? Because most of the drivers that owned a Corvette were dickheads, would often rev the shit out of their engine, make themselves known. The owner of this Corvette wasn’t as bad as the typical driver in Campbell, but due to the fact that he clearly installed a full exhaust system, with some new cams, meant he was close to that dickhead Corvette owner line.

The four of them stood still when they saw the door or the Corvette pop open. And out came Austin Butler himself. Lana squinted her eyes, slightly confused. “I didn’t know he could fit in that.” She whispered to Alex.

Alex nodded, agreeing. He was 6’1” and Alex had put a bet with all her money that Austin was cramped inside that car. He had been wearing a simple white t-shirt and some denim jeans, joined with a brown leather belt. He had a strong strut and he flicked his head towards them. “What’s up.” He smiled as he stood in front of Tori. Looking down at her, he kept that same charming smile. “Hey Sanchez.”

“Hey Austin.” She smiled as he fell in beside her.

“Sup Clark,” the two of them quickly dapped each other up. “Hey Williams, hey Bradley.” He dapped the both them up after with a smile. Alex was surprised that Austin had already learned their names. Especially Alex’s last name, he never spoke to her at the pep rally.

“Wow, you actually did come.” Beth said as Austin was now walking in the middle of the group. Tori and Beth were on his right, Lana and Alex were on his left.

He slid his hands into his pockets as he walked with them. “I mean,” he shrugged, “I said I would.”

“Austin always keeps his words.” Lana looked at Beth calmly. “Whenever he said he was gonna see me in rehab. He always did.”

When they had approached Coopers house. Lana could see Ashton’s car. Which was a 1998 Acura Integra Type R, that had brand new shocks, break discs, and was lowered just one inch off the ground. It was so low that the car scraped. Due to Ashton’s bragging. Lana knew that the car had a 1.8 liter 16 valve inline 4 engine, which from what she could recall was a good engine that was specifically made by Honda.

The Type R had only 195 horsepower. But considering that Ashton modified his car and had it dynotuned, it definitely made more than 195 horsepower. Austin was in awe when he saw the Integra. “Who’s car is that?” He asked, pointing to the white pearl 1998 Integra Type R that was parked out in Cooper’s driveway.

“Bitch, that’s Ashton’s.” Tori answered casually, rolling her eyes. Austin huffed, as he kept staring at the Integra.

“He’s a dickhead but he’s got a beautiful teggy.” Austin murmured to Lana.

“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes in envy. Ashton was a rich boy, so he had a lot of privilege and often got away with his bullshit. “Say Austin, you don’t even smoke, party, or do drugs, so why are you coming here?”

“The food.” He answered. Austin had a habit of often sneaking into parties and going into kitchens so he could eat the food there. He’s always raid the fridge first, and usually there was cake. Sometimes he’d raid the freezer and find Vanilla ice cream, his favorite. He was lactose intolerant but for some reason would down ice cream when he had the chance. Suffering for ice cream was worth it in his mind.

He’d watch the others drink, get drunk, then he’s raid the kitchen. The best thing he found in the kitchen was a full batch of 12 glazed Krispy Kreme donuts that were cold but they sure as hell weren’t stale. He downed all of them in less than five minutes, four bites per donut plus milk to him was the perfect combo.

When Austin had entered the party with the four of them. All eyes were on him. Apparently Allison and Ally had locked themselves in the bathroom when they saw Austin walk into the party. Immediately they began hyperventilating when they saw him. According to Tori, they thought he was so attractive that they hid away. Which was cringe on its own, but Lana still couldn’t blame them. She too was shy around attractive looking people, men or women, didn’t matter.

Allison and Ally had been in the bathroom for so long that there was a line forming. People were shouting about how badly they needed to go pee, and Beth was one of those people. She approached the door and banged on it like there was no tomorrow. “Allison, Ally? Can you open the fuckin door?! There’s like ten of us that has to go pee out here!”

While Allison and Ally were having a nervous breakdown over Austin. He was in the kitchen enjoying an ice cream sandwich. Across from the kitchen was Tori, she was with Ashton. He was trying to convince her to get back with him. With his hand over her hips, he was pulling her close. “C’mon Tori, you know I didn’t mean that. I love you.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her.

“No thanks Ashton, you can go fuck yourself.” She pushed him away.

“What?” He hissed angrily, grabbing her wrist. Tori could tell that Ashton was obviously not in a sober state, he was reeking of alcohol and weed. Stunk, stunk real bad. Austin kept a close eye on the pair, grabbing another ice cream sandwich. “You did not just tell me that.”

“I just the fuck did.” She yanked her hand away, only to be greeted with a chokehold. Ashton could feel Tori shaking in his grasp, but she kept staring up at him. Inhaling sharply to catch her breath as his grip around her throat tightened. He leaned down further, his nose against hers as he kept a tight grip on her throat.

Before he could get a word out, Austin swallowed the chunk of ice cream. “Oi, buddy! She said she ain’t gonna ride your dick, now leave her alone, man.” He called to Ashton. Tori kept staring up at Ashton to see what he’d do, and he threw Tori to the side, whipping around to face Austin.

“What pretty boy?”

Austin took a bite from his sandwich. Gulping down, “…she said she ain’t gonna ride your dick.” He said as he took another bite. “So back up.” Speaking through a full mouth, Ashton stood there, glaring at Austin.

Ashton and Austin were both making a scene in the kitchen, and there was a crowd slowly forming to watch in interest. Alex poked her head out the corner, with Lana by her side. Alex saw Tori and without any hesitation had grabbed Tori to pull her out of the kitchen. Lana was gonna stay behind to watch what was to unfold. The pretty boy goes up against the richie bitch who’s dad owns half the town. Nice. Lana couldn’t stop smiling, for some reason, she was proud of Austin for going head to head with Ashton. Well I mean it makes sense, he plays Hockey.

While everyone else saw this as some sort of stand off. Austin was simply enjoying his ice cream. It was pretty wild if Lana was being honest. “Scuse me, who the fuck are you?” Ashton asked, slowly walking towards Austin, who was leaning against the fridge as if he was gatekeeping his ice cream.

“Hi, I’m Austin Butler.” He introduced himself to Ashton before taking another bite from his ice cream sandwich. Ashton narrowed his eyes, slightly squinting them in confusion. That was the thing about Ashton. Whenever he couldn’t properly intimidate someone, he would always get confused. But slightly fearful. Why? Because an opponent who has nothing to fear, isn’t someone you wanna fuck with. “Who the fuck are you?” Austin repeated after Ashton.

“What’d you just say-“

“Who the fuck are you.” He smirked, repeating the question for Ashton.

“You tryna fuckin’ start shit with me?”

“No, are you?”

“Nah man, seems like the fuck you are!” Ashton grabbed Austin’s forehead, forcing it back. The back of his head hit the fridge, and Ashton tightly gripped his hair so he could slam Austin’s head into the corner of the counter.

He fell to the ground, laying there as if he had just been killed. The crowd that had formed was silent, staring down at Austin. His blood had stained the kitchen counter, and Ashton stood over Austin. “Did he just fucking kill him?!” One of the bystanders shouted within.

“What the fuck is his problem?”

“Dude was just chillin!”

“He was eating a fuckin’ ice cream sandwich and got his shit handed to him for what?”

The crowd slowly started to fall apart in protest when they watched Austin. As he laid there, he let out a bundle of laughs, giggling madly before he got up to face Ashton once more. “Hey buddy,” Austin started, speaking softly as if Ashton was a child, “you tryna start sum’n with me?” A childish giggle left his throat. As blood was dripping down the side of his head and onto his face.

“What…” Ashton stared at Austin, genuinely weirded out.

“I said.” Now he stood still with his hands in his pockets. “You tryna start sum’n with me.” Narrowing his eyes towards Ashton. He saw the jock launch towards him, like instinct he stepped to the side quickly. His brain was now thinking like a Hockey player. He grabbed the bottle of vodka that was on the kitchen counter and slammed it onto Ashton’s head. Shattering it on the back of his head, and Ashton fell over. Instantly knocked into an unconscious state.

Austin stepped over Ashton’s body to walk back to the fridge to get another ice cream sandwich. Unwrapping it, he dropped the wrapper onto Ashton, taking a bite from the sandwich. Lana stood in the middle of the crowd, she had been watching the whole fight. And all she could really say was. “God damn.”

Examining his surroundings, he spotted Lana then pushed through the crowd. “Scuse me, scuse me.” He murmured as he approached her. They all moved out of the way for him. Their eyes still staring at Ashton.

“Holy shit…

“Yo? is he good?”

“Should someone call the ambulance?”

“Who? For Ashton Tucker? Nah that fucker deserves it bro!”

“Sup Clark.” Austin took a bite from his sandwich. “How’s Sanchez?”

Lana was blinking repetitively, still trying to process what she had just seen. “She’s uh- she’s- she’s um…” stammering through her words, while scratching the back of her head, “yeah man she’s- she’s good. Alex is taking care of her.”

“That’s good.” He covered his mouth so she wouldn’t have to see how full of ice cream it was.

Lana didn’t like Ashton, not one bit. If she could kill him she would. But the fact that Austin slammed a bottle of Vodka over Ashton’s head and just left him laying there while a puddle of blood was forming underneath him was both concerning and badass. Concerning because she didn’t want her friend to get in trouble, but badass because finally Ashton got what he deserved. “Aye you sure- you sure Ashton’s good?”

Before taking another bite from the ice cream sandwich, Austin was surprised by the question. “You friends with him?” He asked, confused why Lana was even worried.

“No.”

“Then why do you give a fuck?”

“Yeah good point.”

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