#me: that gif where the girl is crying and yelling yas queen

[montana-dukes-eyeliner]

The Sarah's with sister!Reader!

~~~~~~~~~ warnings: swearing, the Sarah's are older than reader, by a year or two tho. Not proofread, send request's! <3 -Thursday

Billie Dean Howard

•God, does she adore you.

•She will be beside you 24/7 and you will be by hers :)))

•Although, when she moved, she would either suggest you live close to her house, or, facetime eachother every night! Maybe both.

•But, her clingy nature can get abit annoying...

•Like the one time when you were both 16 and Billie was 17/18 you invited your friends round, Susan and Gina. "Thanks for inviting us Y/N/N!" Exclaimed Susan as she hugged you. "Yeah! Thanks alot!" Smiled Gina. "Hey, it's no big deal, plus I was SUPER bored anyways so, whatcha wanna d-" you were cut of by your sister giving you a back hug. "Aww! I didn't know my little sis had friends over! Why didn't ya tell me?" Question Billie "uh, well cause I wanted to have a little time alone with my friends Bills.." you huffed trying to move her arms off your belly. "Oh! Alright, you gonna talk about boooooys?" Giggled Billie. "No-" you were cut off AGAIN by Susan. "Well, there is this one boy..." "Tell me girly!" Shouted Billie. great. Now your stuck with her.

Lana Winters

•Sister bonding time is between 4:00pm to 5:30pm

•look, This girl love you, but she has work to do!!!!

•Your mother always told you off for Bothering Lana while she studied or while she was doing school work.

•"Lana!!!! When are you gonna be finished?" You question swinging on your shared bedroom door. "Soon." She hushed as she wrote on her school book. "You said that ten minutes ago. And the last time, and the last last time, and the last last LAST time." You went on and on and on until... "Just...F*ck off!" Lana yells, luckily your mother was out running errands but you were in shock. "Wowwwww Lans y'know I could get the house phone and ring dear, sweet mother... And maybe I'll be the favourite child for once!" You said skipping to the living room. "Come back here you little-" Exclaimed Lana before running after you.

Cordelia goode

•She always was envious of you, Because she thought you were Fiona's favourite.

•But, Either way, She treated you like a queen, ya hear me? A freaking QUEEN

•give.this.girl.some.LOVE

•You would always would use your powers on eachother when you where supposed to be sleeping. Around the age of 7 to 14

•"Shhh Delia! Mommy will here you!" You hush her as you make the scented candle burn with your powers. "Mmm! Mint chocolate! My favourite scent!" Whisper-shouted Cordelia. "Y/N/N watch me do THIS!" Cordelia exclaimed as she lighted a toy bear on fire. "Oh no.. Is that Mommy..?" You whispering covering Cordelia's mouth with one hand and yours with the other. "Quick! Bed!" Jumped Cordelia

Dot and Bette tattler

•Bette is abit jealous of you, but Dot is on a OTHER level

•Seeming as your not a 'freak' they tend to be quite mean.

•But deep down, they love you :)))))

•One time, You stood up against your sisters' bullies

•"Leave them alone Cassidy!" You scowled looking her up and down. Bette looked at you with eyes full of sorrow, while Dot was trying to fight back tears. "What are YOU gonna do about it sissy!" Laughed Alice one of Cassidy's sidekicks. "I-i" you stuttered "aw! Is the little baby gonna cry?" Smirked Roger, Cassidy's other sidekick. "No! I'm not! I-ill teach you a lesson!" You crossed your arms helping your sisters' get up as they slivered behind you. "This isn't a classroom dummy!" Cassidy corrected you. That's it. You thought as you walked up to Cassidy, *THWACK* a yelp escaped Cassidy's mouth as she hit the floor, touching her cheek to feel the punch that hit her ever so hard. Almost all the children is the playground turned there heads. "Never. EVER. Mess with my or my sister's again," you got it? Cassidy lightly nods before scrambling up from floor and running away.

Sally Mckenna

•Big sister vibes

•She is overprotective

•Inviting a boy/girl over? Nope! Family day today sorry! Going to the Cinema with friends? Can I come?

•"Sal! I'm going out with some friends, I'll be back tonight!" You shout making your sister appear up from the staircase. "Why didn't you invite me?" She crosses her arms. "because, there MY friends. You have your own." You say as you lean on the front door. "Rude.." Sally ushers under her breath "Look, no offence, But I don't think my friends wanna hang out with my older sister." You sigh "I guess your right. But... Don't be surprised if your room is trashed when you get back!" She giggled sending you a wink "do anything to my room, and I will litterally k*ll you." You say in a serious tone. "Ok ok! Bye little sis." Smirks Sally "buh-bye" you wave.

Audrey Tindall

•PILLOW FIGHTS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT FR FR

•She hangs out with your friends, you hangout with hers

•squabbling every single second of the day for fun

•As the fluffy pillow hits Audrey's face, you giggle and run to the other side of your shared bedroom (mind you, this was when you guys were 14/15) "C'mere Scaredy cat! Get ready for The Audrey Tindall special!" She sends out an evil laugh as she smack the pillow in your face. "Aud!! Your getting my hair all frizzy!" You pout. "Sorry not sorry!" Squeaked Audrey as she flops on her bottom bunk bed. "Girls! You have school in the morning, Go to sleep!" Boomed your mother from down the stairs. "Ok mum! Sorry!" You reply. "Night Auds!" You whisper turning off the lights. "Night Y/N/N." Audrey chuckles

Ally Mayfair Richards

•Over-protective since well, Kai and Winter. She was puzzled how someone (Kai) could treat there sister like that (Winter) especially k*lling them. She couldn't think of doing that to you.

•She will call you every night after Oz has gone to bed

•You babysitting Oz.

•"Remember, He MUST go to sleep at 8, or 9 is the latest, no scary movies, and DO NOT answer the door to anyone." Ally murmured to you as Oz watched TV. "Jeez Ally! I am a grown adult! I think I know how to take care of a kid on my own y'know?" You whisper-shout. "Yeah I know, but.. I just want you to be safe." She looks down. You tut placing a hand on her shoulder. "Look, your not gonna be young and beautiful forever y'know?" You smile making Ally laugh, " I guess your right, just.. be careful!" You shouts at she heads out the door. "Ok!" You shout back.

Wilhelmina Venable

•Playfully annoying you.

•Like Lana, she has alot of work to do.

•You don't like the idea of her working with do horn-dogs like Jeff and Mutt

•Once upon a time, there was a spider in your room when you where 17/18

•"MINA! T-THERE IS A HUMONGOUS SPIDER IN THE CORNER OF YOUR WALL!" You scream placing your body against your bed wall at the other side of the wall. Mina looks up and there it is, the 'humongous spider' "Don't be silly y/n, it's tiny, you are over reacting." She sighs sending you a glare. "Get it out!" You shout "Hush! You are making MUCH of a ruckus. But your wish in my command." She huffs catching the small spider in her hands and throwing it out the window. "Ok now?", She questioned "yes.." you murmured.

#tumblr milestone #nostalgia #retro #purple #ahs #billie lourd #glitter #80s #indie #sarah paulson #The Sarah's #in love with Xavier thorpe #Wednesday

[sunflowergirl522]

Legally Blonde 3: Harvard Variations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a legally blonde AU with you starring as Elle Woods. Based on both the movie and the musical.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1908

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Pulling up to the school fills you with excitement. It’s a new atmosphere than it is back in California but you’re enjoying it so far. 

“Oh, Rocket! It’s so exciting! Look, Harvard!” Rocket turns from the window of your convertible to you and gives back a small bark with his tail wagging.

The moving van pulls up right behind you when you get to your dorm building. Students begin to gather around and chatter amongst themselves about the scene in front of them. 

“Well this is our home for the next three years, Rocket. Oh, are you thirsty? Let’s get you some water. Sweetheart, you just look parched. Here you go.” You pull out a collapsible dog bowl out of your purse and fill it up while placing Rocket on the ground. “Good boy, Steve’s gonna be so excited to see you. Guys, this way.” You walk into the building with Rocket and the moving guys right behind you, ignoring the comments a few people yell towards you. “Now, don’t be scared. Everyone will love you.” You look down and say it to Rocket when in reality you’re just trying to hype yourself up for this.

***

“Hi. Y/L/N, comma, Y/n.” The man behind the table looks you up and down before handing you your group of papers.

“Class schedule, map, book list.” He flips through his list of names to mark you off.

“Wait a second, my social events calendar is missing.” This causes him to look up at you, not sure what you’re talking about.

“Your what?”

“Social events. You know, mixers, formals, clam bakes, trips to the Cape.” He only chuckles and looks back down at his clipboard. “Okay. Has Steve Rogers checked in yet?”

“Um… No. You know, maybe you should check with the cruise director on the lido deck.”

You only hum to yourself before turning and walking away trying to ignore how the comment affected you. You pretend as if you didn’t feel a stab in your heart and a twist in your stomach. You just place a happy smile on your face ignoring the thought of what if you can’t do this.

***

“Hello, I’m Bucky Barnes, welcome to the hallowed halls of Harvard Law. I know first hand how hard you’ve all worked to be here today so let’s go around and say a few things about yourselves.” Bucky speaks to the three students on the bench in front of him.

“My name is Thor Odinson. I have a masters in Scandinavian Studies, and a Ph.D. in Theology. And for the last eighteen months I’ve been teaching self defense classes to those who need them.”

“Welcome to Harvard.”

“Tony Stark. I won a Fulbright and a Rhodes. I write financial software codes but that’s a challenge I’ve outgrown. How many yachts can one man own? Some say that I’m a pompous creep, somehow I don’t lose that much sleep. Why bother with false modesty? Harvard’s the perfect place for me.”

“Welcome to Harvard.”

“Hey how’re you doing, I’m Valkyrie. I got a Ph.D. from Berkely in Women's studies, emphasis in the History of Combat. I did the Peace Corp overseas, inoculating refugees in family clinics that I built myself from mud and trees. I fought to clean up their lagoons and save their rare, endangered loons.” Just as Bucky is about to welcome her she stands up and speaks again. Bucky just sits in her old spot. “But now I’m on the legal track, because this country’s out of whack and only women have the guts to go and take it back. We'll make the government come clean and get more people voting Green, and really stick it to the phallocentric war machine.”

“I love your top, it is so fatigue chic!” All of their heads turn to look at you when you speak. “So how psyched are you guys? First day at Harvard Law! My name is Y/n Y/l/n and this is Rocket Y/l/n.” You move in front of Valkyrie and shake her hand. 

“Uh, we were just going around the circle, tell us something about yourself.” 

“Me?” Bucky just motions for the seat between him and Tony and nods. “Okay, well I have a bachelor’s degree from UCLA where I was Zeta Lambda Nu sweetheart and president of my sorority, Delta Nu, and last year I was homecoming queen. Oh! Two weeks ago I saw Beyonce at Fred Segal, and I talked her out of buying this truly heinous cable knit tube top. Whoever said orange is the new pink was seriously disturbed!”

Bucky chuckles a bit at that more at the way you said it than anything else. “I did not know that.” 

“Does anyone know where I can find Civil Procedures Class with Professor Fury?”

“Actually some of us are heading there, so I’m sure somebody would be happy to show you.” Bucky missed when everyone darted away. “Ah well it’s in Hauser, over there, second building on the left.

“Thank you.” You smile at him and get up to leave.

“You know, I don’t think dogs are exactly allowed in class.” Bucky stands and you turn towards him.

“Oh, Rocket’s not a dog, Rocket’s family. I’ll just drop him off in my room, he’d be happier there anyway. I’ll see you later then!” You give him a little wave before turning and leaving. Bucky just stands there for another minute with a small smile on his face.

***

Walking down the hall to your class you see Steve reading things off of a bulletin board. It stops you in your tracks. With a new found confidence you walk up and start to pass him. 

Steve does a double take as you pass. “Y/n?”

You fake surprise as you turn to look at him. “Steve? I totally forgot you go here.”

“What are you talking about? I’m sorry. Are you here to see me?”

“No, silly. I go here.”

“You go where?” You can hear the confusion seeping out of his voice.

“Harvard. Law school.”

“You got into Harvard Law?”

“What, like it’s hard?” You completely down play all of the hard work you did to get here. “Oh, my gosh, Steve, it’s gonna be so great.” Steve’s mouth stays agape as he tries to come to terms with all of this. “Oh, uh, time to go. I have to go to class, but meet me after on the benches, okay? Alright bye!” You leave Steve behind with his mouth still wide open in complete and utter shock.

You sit in the front of the class and pull out your little notebook after seeing your classmates all on laptops ready to type notes.

“A legal education means you will learn to speak in a new language. You will be taught to achieve insight into the world around you, and to sharply question what you know.The seat you have picked will be yours for the next nine months of your life. And those of you in the front row...Beware.” The professor looks straight at you with the eye without the patch and your smile falls for a minute. “The law is reason free from passion. Does anyone know who spoke those immortal words? Yes?” He calls on the big guy you had seen when everyone was introducing themselves.

“Aristotle.”

“Are you sure?” Professor Fury approaches him and leans towards him.

“Yes.”

“Would you be willing to stake your life on it?” 

“I think so.”

“Oh. What about his life?”

“Ow.” The man that the professor hit with a pencil ducks down.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I recommend knowing before speaking. The law leaves much room for interpretation, but very little for self doubt.” Fury takes the seating chart from in front of you on his way back to the front. “And you were right. It was Aristotle. I assume all of you have read pages one through forty-eight and are now well-versed in subject matter jurisdiction. Who can tell us about Gordon v. Steele? Someone from the hot zone. Y/n Y/l/n?” You look up and get surprised with him in front of you.

“Um, actually, I wasn’t aware that we had an assignment.”

“Peggy Carter. Do you think it’s acceptable that Ms. Y/l/n is not prepared?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Would you support my decision to ask her to leave class and return only when she is prepared?”

“Absolutely.” Fury turns to look at you expectantly. You close your mouth fuming over this and pack up your stuff before getting up and leaving. You go straight outside to the benches where you’re supposed to meet Steve. 

Bucky looks up and follows you as you sit down before going back to his work. When you begin mumbling to yourself he begins to get concerned. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Ya. Do they put you on the spot like that all the time?”

“The professors? Yeah, they tend to do that. What did Fury kick you out for?” You haven’t looked up yet so it shocked you that the man speaking knew whose class you were just in.

“Oh hello again!” You smile at Bucky when you turn to see him behind you. “I didn’t know there was a reading.”

“He made me cry once, not in class, I waited till I was in my room but yeah. He’ll kick you in the ass. He’s tough, really tough.”

“Great.” You sigh and turn back around.

“It gets better though. Who else do you have?”

“I have Pierce, Hill, and McCoy.”

“Speak up in Pierce’s class. He likes people who are opinionated. And in McCoy’s class try to sit in the back. He tends to spit when he talks about product liability. And for Hill, make sure you read the footnotes, ‘cause that’s where she gets a lot of her exam questions from.”

“Wow, I’m really glad I met you.” You beam at him and Bucky likes you he can feel it.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve comes up to you and your attention immediately goes to him.

“Hey! Thanks for all your help.” 

“Good luck.” Bucky watches you get up and approach Steve before he gets up himself.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Hi. Uh, so… How was your first class?”

Oh, it was good, except for this horrible preppy girl who tried to make me look bad in front of the professor. But no biggie. You’re here now. So how was your summer?”

“Good. It was good.” Steve stumbles over his words, still not believing that you’re here.

“Did you do anything exciting?” It was at that moment when the girl, Peggy, comes up from behind Steve.

“Hey!” Steve chuckles nervously not sure how this will all pan out. “Have you met Peggy?”

“Oh, hi. Peggy Carter.”

“Do you know her?”

“Uh, she’s…”

“I’m his fiancee.” His grandmothers ring glistens in the sunlight.

“I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. What?”

“Yeah. She was my girlfriend in prep school. And we got back together this summer at my grandmother’s birthday party.”

“Steve told me all about you. You’re famous at our club. But he didn’t tell me you’d be here.”

“Boo Bear, I didn’t know she would be here.” Hearing him call her the nickname he called you was just a stab in the chest.

“Excuse me.” And with that last word you turn to walk away, tears in your eyes.

#bucky barnes au #bucky fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #legally blonde #legally blonde au #steve rogers

[dallas-owns-my-ass]

Let Them Talk

     Paring: Dally x Insecure! Reader

     Summary: Songfic based of the song Prom Queen by Beach Bunny. The reader feels insecure when people start talking about how she’s not as pretty as Dally’s ex’s.

     Warnings: swearing, insecurities, crying, smoking

------------------------------------------------------------------ 

     “Shut up, count your calories

     I never looked good in mom jeans”

      Laughter was the only thing to be heard coming from the group of young greasers. Two-Bit could never fail to raise our spirits. Johnny, Pony, Two-Bit, and I were walking to the DX to meet Soda and Steve during their break. Two-Bit tried to balance on a large stick he found, but unsuccessfully fell, causing the group to erupt in laughter once more. We crossed the road to walk into the DX to find Soda at one of the gas pumps with Tim Shepard and two members of his gang.

     “Hey Soda!” yelled Pony with a wave, gaining Soda’s attention.

     “Hey Pony” he hollered back.

     We went to join in on their banter, talking about everything from cars, to school, to girls.

     “Hey that’s Dally’s new girl right?” Tim asked, nodding at me. 

     Soda nodded in response, them going into their own separate conversation, while Ponyboy told us about school. But I was too focused on what Shepard had to say about me to listen to Pony.

     “She not bad, but Sylvia was a real looker. She had that blonde hair and was a lot skinnier. And she wore clothes where you could actually see her figure.” he joked.

     “Wish I, was like you

     Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body”

     Except it was far from a joke. I had long dark brown, almost black, curly hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a mocha complexion. I dressed like the guys in the gang too; leather jackets, cuffed skinny jeans, and converse. Why is he with me when he could be with someone like her?��She was close to perfect with her straight, blonde hair, curvy but slim figure, and bright blue eyes. Her clothes were revealing, but they suited her. My figure was curvy, but more on the muscular side. I guess guys didn’t like that as much. 

     “Y/N”

     “Y/N” Ponyboy called again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

     “Oh sorry. I was daydreaming.”

     “Daydreaming about Dallas” Two-Bit mocked, bringing a light blush to my cheeks.

     “Oooh she’s blushing” Pony teased.

     “Yeah because she’s so in loveeee” Soda sang. Johnny even joined in with kissing noises. 

     “Shut up” I mumbled, now embarrassed, the blush on my cheeks growing.

      “They botherin’ you again doll?” said the familiar voice of Dallas Winston, as he slung an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close to him. 

     “Nah, we were just jokin’ around” I told him.

     “’Bout what?” 

     “Yeah why don’t you tell him Y/N?” Soda continued, wiggling his eyebrows.

     I smacked him on the arm. “It’s nothing, really.” 

     He raised his eyebrow but shrugged it off as he lit a cigarette. We walked out of the DX once Soda and Steve finished their shifts. I didn’t know where we were heading, probably the Curtis’s house. Tim Shepard’s words crossed my mind again. If he noticed that, everyone else probably did too, including Dally. 

    “Look I’mma head back to my place.” I told the group.

     “I got some school work to catch up on.”

     “Yeah like Y/N L/N ever does school work” Two-Bit remarked.

     “You just don’t wanna hang out with us no more” Johnny added on jokingly. I smiled at that.

     “Imma catch you guys later aii” I said as I began to walk off.

     “I’ll walk you” Dally said while throwing his arm over my shoulder.

     We didn’t usually walk in silence, but Dally was being a lot quieter today. And to be honest, I didn’t feel like talking. 

     “You wanna go on, umm, out tonight?” Dally asked 

     “But somewhere nice. Like one of them fancy Socs restaurants or something, with the fancy lights and stuff.”

     I smiled. He may not have been good at romantic gestures, but he tried, he really did.

     “You want to go to a Socs restaurant? You know you have to dress nice, Socs clothes and all that good stuff. I mean that’s assuming we don’t get jumped on our way there, you know?” I joked around with him. 

     “No I’m serious doll. You know I’d do anything for you.” he said giving me a quick kiss.

     “And wear something nice.” he said wiggling his eyebrows with a slight wink, as he walked off.

------------------------------

     “Maybe I should try harder

     You should lower your expectations

     I’m no quick curl barbie

     I was never cut out for prom queen”

     I almost tore apart my closet looking for something decent to wear. Well, something that looked decent on me. The clothes looked beautiful on the hangers. It was a beautiful dark red dress, that ended just above the knees. But the moment I put it on, I couldn’t help to feel overwhelmed by my insecurities. How it hugged my curves too tight, making my thighs look to big. Or the way it made my arms look in comparison to the rest of my body. I couldn’t explain it but it just made my arms look, weird, I guess. It would look beautiful on Sylvia. I thought of how the red would make her bright blue eyes pop out, and how the dress would only make her perfect figure more appealing. Getting frustrated, I ripped the dress off, and changed into one of Dally’s shirts, which went all the way past my knees, and went to go do my hair and makeup. 

     “If I get more pretty

     Do you think he will like me?”

     I tried to tame my curly hair, using a shit ton of gel and edge cream. I went to do my makeup, pulling out the brushes and other makeup crap. As I was applying the products, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts consume me. I couldn’t help it. The more I looked into the mirror, the more I worried about my appearance. If only I had a smaller nose. And rounder eyes. And if my lips were just a little bit more. . .  I broke down. Full on sobbing. Why was Dally even with me? He could get any girl he wanted. One who was prettier. One who was more girly. One who had more money, and less problems. 

     I jumped at the sudden hand on my shoulder. I turned around and was met with the eyes of Dallas Winston. I didn’t even hear him come in. I looked away, embarrassed. Dally had never seen me cry before. Nobody cries in front of Dallas Winston. Great. Now he probably thinks I’m some sensitive crybaby. 

     “Baby what happened? Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly, concern growing in his voice. 

     “hmm? Oh. No. Nothing’s wrong baby. I was just..” I said feeling kinda embarrassed. He didn’t buy it though, for he let out a long sigh. He pulled me out of the chair and into a hug.

     “Do you wanna talk about it?” he whispered.

     “No... yes.”

     “Disect, my insecurities

     I’m the deep end surgical project.

     It’s getting hard to breathe,

     There’s plastic wrap in my cheeks.”

     He pulled his arms off me, waiting for another response. I didn’t know what to say. How do you even explain that to someone, much less someone you love. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. He should just leave you. You don’t deserve him. He doesn’t love you. He can do better. 

     “Do you love me?” I blurted out. Fuck.  Out of all the things I could have said, that’s what I fucking chose. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. There was silence fora couple of seconds, then he spoke up. 

     “What are you talking about? You know I love you doll. Is that what’s bothering you? I know I don’t show it much, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that, right? I mean if it’s bothering you this much babe, I can change. Just why didn’t you tell me sooner baby?” I cut him off. 

     “Dally it’s not that. It’s just that... well I’m sure you’ve noticed, you know... compared to Sylvia, or anyone really, I’m not really that like... pretty or anything. And people talk and stuff, and I just think you could do better.” I mumbled that last part. He frowned.

     “Ya know none of that’s true doll? You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Anyone who says otherwise is crazy. And people are always gonna talk and shit, but you can’t even be compared to Sylvia. Sylvia’s a bitch. She cheated on me the first chance she got. But you’re the complete opposite. You’re a leader, and you don’t take shit from no one, especially me. I know it ain’t much but... I think you’re absolutely breathtaking. And man, I wish you could see yourself the way I did.” I smiled. Dallas Winston wasn’t always sweet, but when he was, you could see that he really meant it.

     “And you got a nice ass.” he said, going back to his usual self.

     “I fucking love you Dallas.” 

     “I know you do doll.” 

More Like This

#dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders #fanfic #sad #moonwalkwithuswriting

[spider-man-and-i]

master-list

3. American Arseholes 

"You ran into me." I said, annoyed. "Well you shouldn't stop in the middle of the hallway, apologize, twig." He says and I figure I might as well make a good first impression. I put all my things into my bag other than my book and size up the blonde standing in front of me.

"Listen you blonde fuck, you ran into me and if any one deserves an apology it's me." I said and he just laughed.

"Well, you got that English fire don't ya?" He asked ans he grabs the book I had been reading and rips out a big hunk of paper. I feel anger bubble up inside of me. It had been my mothers favorite book. I stand up and stare him dead in the eyes, even being only 5'1.

"You fucking arsehole!" I yell and I hear a few gasps at such foul language but I don't care. "I don't know who you think you are, or what you think you deserve but I am not here to kiss your arse. I am not going to baby and pamper you out of fear. You're daddy might give you everything your little princess heart can desire, but this is the real world. Even bullies have to grow up, Blondie." I say, spitting my words at him. I can feel the tension around me as I speak, the dead silence as people listen to the weird new girl challenge the bully.

"That entitlement that you hold so high over yourself, that fear you crush into everyone else, you wont get there with me  chav. Just remember, Blondie, there is always retribution and yours will come one day.. But maybe that day is approaching fast. Perhaps I hold that retribution. You asked me if I had English fire? I do not. You will come to find, chav, that my strength is in British Ice." I finished and seen that almost every mouth in the room was hanging.

Blondie turned and I thought e had decided to leave me alone that is until I felt a sandwich squish into my hair. That fucking did it. I stood up and faced the tall blonde. "You fucking Arsehole!" I yelled before slapping him straight across the face.

Holding my bag in my arms along with the torn book in my hands I pushed passed him. Ignoring the laughs that echoed behind me. I rushed to the locker room and quickly strip from my clothes and shower, hand soap being the only thing I had to wash the peanut butter and jelly from my hair. I'm dressed and heading to class by the time the bell rings.

I walk into what should have been a half full class room and if I wouldn't have walked in after the tardy bell, it would have been and if I hadn't let the door slam loudly it wouldn't have been dead silent. I looked over to the teacher with apologetic eyes. She seems annoyed.

"Ahh..You must me Genevieve Evans." She says taking in my appearance. I cringe as my hair drips water onto my jumper and I also visibly cringe when I hear my full name for the 5th time that day.

"It's just Evie." I say and she nods, repeating it, trying it out on her tongue. I didn't like how she said it with a tone of annoyance.

"Well, Evie, take a seat next to Flash Thompson." As if I knew where he sat! I looked around awkwardly until I heard someone clear his throat and look to the back of the room to find Blondie glaring at me..

"Bloody perfect." I mutter walking towards him. Soon enough I was walking back to the subway to get to the flat, hating Queens, New York.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! I bloody hate that Flash Thompson!" I screech as I enter the flat. "He's a fuckin git." I say and my sister scorns me for my use of language. Americans were odd about language.

"What happened today, love?" She asks almost dismissively. I just sigh and tell her not to worry about it as she is about to go to work. I go to my room with a huff and grab a blanket and a book before going to read on my balcony. The cool autumn air blushing my ears and nose a light shade of pink, I loose myself in the book.

A book about heroes and love.

A book about a girl who is lost and a boy who finds her and brings her back.

A book that makes me wonder....How does love find them so easily when I can't even make a friend?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oi!" I hear a familiar voice yell as I rush to class. "Oi! Brit!" The poor accent makes me cringe as Flash tries out a new nickname for me. Ever since that first day he has made it his job to make my life here a living hell. It had gotten to the point of even calling me ugly and other horrid names.

It didn't help when the others would laugh and cheer him on. I never backed down though, I never gave in. He didn't scare me. He merely pissed me the fuck off.

I heard heavy footsteps and braced myself. Sure enough, a foot caused me to trip to the floor and bruise my already purple knees. 'Falling' had become an everyday thing for me.

"Fuck you, Flash!" I yell causing other to look at me judging me for my poor language. I simply glare at them. I looked back into his eyes and seen yet again why they called him Flash as a nickname. Even the teachers called him Flash because of it. A flash of madness, a flash of danger in his blue eyes. A flash of anger, a flash of fear. You could always see it there, just below the surface. He laughs.

"What were you going for today?" Flash asks gesturing down to my outfit. "Were you trying to look like a clown?" Laughter. I glance down at my outfit, a pink tiger print skirt with purple leggings and a leather jacket paired with a white v neck which hugged my body tightly, all with my favorite waterproof combat boots.

My hair was down and unruly, curls bouncing out every which way. I curse my naturally curly hair as Flash follows me to class.

"Nah, I just thought you'd want something more interesting to look at than these boring slobs." I says gesturing widely to the on looking girls. I enter my class without another look.

After 4 almost 5 months it had really started to effect me. How easily I was deemed chav by people who didn't even know me. I mean, nights spent crying myself to sleep and morning full of doubt. I'd had lost what little confidence I had had. My depression was starting to come back around because of it, I di-

"Ms. Evans," The teacher says, noticing I wasn't paying attention. "Can you please answer number 3 on the board?" He calls me out. I groan internally before giving him a 30 minute, overly detailed explanation of the 'religious aspects' in the Lord of the Flies by William Golding. Every time he tried to cut me off I didn't let him.

Once I was finished I just sat back and smiled, my classmates pleased with the wasted time. He didn't call on me when I wasn't paying attention again. The rest of the class was spent staring t the outside world.

Once lunch begins I walk to a nearby store I'd found I enjoyed. Mr. Delmar already had my order read, he looked at me scornfully.

"Shouldn't you be at school? "Yeah maybe if I was wanted." I say petting the owners cat, Murph. "Aww, bullies? There's nothing worse or meaner than a teenage girl." He says and I laugh. "If you can consider Flash a girl, then you are correct Mr. Delmar" I say and his eyes go wide. "A boy?" I nod. "Boy being mean to girl mean he likes you." He says and I just laugh again. "No booming way!"

I say in between bites and Mr. Delmar goes back to work as I eat, not really caring about the time. I look up when I had heard sirens on the news. I watch the telly at the corner of the room.

"Have ya heard about this guy?" Mr. Delmar asks, turning up the telly. It was a man dressed in red and blue who seemed to be going around New York stopping crimes. Acting like a hero. "He's just some civilian doing a better job at savin people and keepin Queens safe. Doin a better job at it than the police, if I do say so myself. He's a hero, like the Avengers." Mr. Delmar says and I lose my mind laughing. "What a git! He must've lost the plot!" Mr. Delmar gives me an odd look. "Come on! Fighting crimes! Saving kittens from trees! In that latex outift?? Totally mad!" I laugh. "You bet your ass! He saved me and Murph's lives last year!" Mr. Delmar says as he goes back to work. I just shake my head. I pet the purring ball of fur at my feet before venturing back to school.

ch.4