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ੈ✩‧₊˚ ── ── ── 011. ( real life. . .)
────── ❛ TRY THAT AGAIN ❜

warning — mentions of death and blood, suicide depictions

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IRL ! ; valentine's pov

               BENEATH A CASCADE of sparkling stars, the campfire in front of valentine loudly crackles, casting a warm glow over the beach. due to the crashing waves, the air hangs thick with faint scents of salt and smoke while people spread out on the sand as well as the occasional smell of alcohol lingering.

val sits on a log with aurora, the two of them occasionally casually conversing about life, but she can't keep her eyes off or chris sitting on the wood opposite her. she looks through the dancing flames, watching as he sips on his beverage of choice—a pepsi in his red solo cup with cherry flavored liquor she watched him add in previously.

he comfortably sits in between archer and raven, the three of them gossiping about something while his arm is thrown around the ginger's shoulder. valentine knows that they've been friends for years, but she feels as if the strong amount of jealousy coursing through her veins is somewhat reasonable because friends don't look at each other like that. maybe valentine's just grasping at straws, but she has good reason to.

suddenly, valentine feels the side of the log she's not sitting on deepen into the sand caking her shoes. she glances over, immediately greeted by a smile on matt and nick's faces, freaking her out slightly at their uncanny similarities.

the blonde triplet awkwardly presses his lips together, "we thought you looked kinda awkward," the words easily leave nick's mouth and matt rolls his eyes at his brother's bluntness, nudging him slightly.

"okay—no, what he meant to say, was that you looked kinda bored listening to aurora's pointless yapping," matt raises his voice at the last three words, making aurora flip him off. "and you're the new kid so..." he trails off.

valentine dryly chuckles at their consideration and the fact that they seem to be way nicer than their other friends. "i appreciate that," she warmly smiles and they both return the gesture. "you guys didn't have to...you know—leave your friends to talk to me," though val's extremely glad that they did.

"we'd choose talking to you rather than helping colby do the keg stand anyday," nick adds on, pointing at their jock friend being held upside down by sophie, clementine and two other people valentine hasn't spoken to before. "so...hetero..." he trails off with his top lip lifted into a sneer and matt side-eyes his brother before shifting his attention back to valentine.

moments later, aurora disappears from her seated postion next to valentine with sophie—soph obviously giving her new friend a quick but affectionate hug—the three of them being left alone. they spend a while talking to each other as a nearby speaker blasts music.

but suddenly, raven also appears, now standing in front of the trio of friends with a smile on her face. "come on guys, i need help with the keg stand," she eventually speaks up with her vision solely glued to the brothers beside valentine. she knows raven is deliberately ignoring her, but she doesn't care.

nick and matt share glances as raven bites back a grin, her eyes practically sparkling with desperation. "fine, raven," matt groans, taking raven's outstretched hand with his own while nick raises from his seated postion. "we'll be back valentine," he and nick shoot her a comforting smile.

ever since valentine moved here she's just been feeling on overwhelming amount of loneliness. sure, back in chicago she had no friends and spent most of her time isolated from everybody, but this is different. everyday shes forced to witness chris spending time with his friends and she just wishes she could be a part of that. val's head drops, her gaze falling to the sandy ground as she huffs while the music emitting from the nearby speaker changes.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

"is this seat taken?" a familiar voice speaks up from next to val and she slowly looks up, a dimpled grin growing on her face once she realizes that it's chris. he lazily grins at her as she shakes her head as a response.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

chris plops down beside valentine, a strong but not too overpowering scent of his refreshing cologne with hints of citrus, spice, and smoke. an unlit joint hangs between his lips as he glances at her, their eyes connecting for a moment but honestly, valentine is just spending this time admiring how perfect he looks as always.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

his slightly wet brunette waves sparkle in the moonlight with a small odor of beer emitting from his hair after he also participated in the keg stand. he's wearing a baggy pair of camo pants—the waistband of his calvin klein boxers peeking out—with a white shirt and some airforces as well as his signature jewelry: diamond stud earrings that glisten as the moonlight reflects off of them, a chain around his neck and a chain bracelet.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

chris reaches into the front pocket of his camo pants, pulling out a lighter. "do you smoke?" he asks, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the expression plastered across valentine's face because she doesn't. "if not that's cool," he adds on with a small smile.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

"i've never done it before," she awkwardly purses her lips out of embarrassment as a maroon tint spreads across her face. val honestly feels like chris is about to burst into laughter, but he doesn't, instead he just tilts his head. "i don't mind learning though..." val trails off with a grin and chris' eyes sparkle.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

"are you sure?" he questions for reassurance, not wanting to feel as if he's pressuring valentine into doing something that she has no interest in. "it's okay if you don't want to, really," a quiet laugh leaves his lips.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

valentine pauses for a moment, debating on whether or not this is the best choice for her. honestly she's always wanted to try, so this can't be the worst thing in the world that she's about to do, especially because it's with chris. "no, no, no, i want to," val whispers through a shy laugh and he nods as a response.

i'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

chris rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek before he holds the unlit joint to valentine's plump lips, gesturing for her to part them. she does exactly that and chris places it between her lips as he glides his thumb across the lighter, sparking up. "quickly, suck then inhale," chris instructs, his voice deep, low and hoarse as the smoke enters her system but as a reflex, she inhales all of it.

do what you want

since it's her first time, it's followed by several coughs due to the burning sensation in her throat. "oh my god," she says between a cough, passing it back to chris.

i'm telling you
let me into your heart

he gratefully takes it back into his possession, placing it between his own lips and easily inhaling but valentine just watches him in awe as they maintain eye contact. once their eyes meet, valentine feels a collision of emotions she wasn't prepared for at all, as well as the bitter taste of not having chris to herself.

can't stand it, backhanded
they wanna see us falling apart

chris repeatedly takes hits from his lit joint before cautiously passing it back to valentine. "wanna try that again?" he asks and she hesitantly nods, taking it from between his fingers. valentine does the same actions she did before, but this time it's slightly easier for her to inhale. she still bursts into a fit of coughs, rubbing her chest and chris loudly laughs as a response. "yeah, there you go," he whispers with a grin tugging on his lips, taking it back.

you know that i love you
so let me into you, woo

they share the joint and for some reason, valentine feels sick. probably because she's smoking with chris and having such an intimate moment from out of nowhere. "i don't think i'll do this again," valentine mutters through a dry laugh, eventually getting the hang of it.

let me into your heart

the two erupt into quiet laughter and chris runs his hands through his long hair, his eyes turning glossy with a tint of red. val smiles slightly but she's just trying to play off the burning desire she has to place her lips on his right now. call her whatever you want, but this moment is just fueling the obsession she has towards chris.

however, their moment is ruined by someone standing in front of them—someone that valentine remembers as the jock that mars cheated on chris with. her eyebrows knit together out of confusion as she glances at chris, noticing how his jaw tightens and his hands ball into fists.

"yo dude," jason mutters, pursing his lips. "i just wanna say i'm sorry for your loss," his tone is sincere but valentine's just disgusted with the audacity that this guy has, "i know you guys were close."

chris tilts his head, slowly raising from his seated position on the wooden log. "are you serious jason?" he genuinely asks through a scoff while his eyebrows practically reach the top of his head out of shock. chris rolls his tongue on the inside of his lip before pressing his lips together, followed by him shoving jason backwards.

the strong push sends the jock to the ground, sand flying everywhere and valentine jumps up from the log, backing away as an attempt to not get hit in the crossfire. people begin crowding around yelling things like 'fight!' and 'beat his ass chris!' as jason stands up, his jaw clenched.

it's like everything moves in slow motion—chris' fist coming into contact with the corner of jason's nose, the cracking sound, the scattered gasps, blood pouring from his nostril. jason falls onto his back and chris climbs on top of the jock, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. the two of them squabble on the ground as people yell words of encouragement and to val, chris is more attractive than ever right now.

"oh my fuck!" clementine yells loudly over the music as she surprisingly locks arms with valentine, probably drunk. "genevieve would fucking love this right now," she mentions the blonde through giggles and valentine stops watching the fight, instead to look at clementine.

"yeah—where is she?" valentine inquires with a mumble and a tilted head; she doesn't care, she's just curious since genevieve seems to normally be wherever her friends are, especially after that speech she delievered in the assembly.

behind them, the two boys are still fighting, "fuck you sturniolo!" jason yells over the
music, "get the f—" his voice is cut off by the sound of a fist coming into contact with his cheek.

clementine parts her lips and she pauses for a second to think, pulling her backwards cap up slightly. "uh...i'm pretty sure..." she taps her chin, "oh! she said she wasn't up for a party, plus she has to get some poetry notes from your room," clementine finally says.

valentine's facial expression falters and she feels her heart drop, thickly swallowing her nerves. the last thing val needs right now is genevieve snooping around her shared dorm room. she really doesn't want to leave chris, but there are more important things she urgently needs to take care of back at blackmore.

EVEN DESPITE THE drug laced in valentine's system, she drove as fast as she could through the busy streets of 'the city that never sleeps' to campus. she sped past the street lamps, glowing storefronts as the starry black sky with sparkling stars weeps over new york city. with her dorm key in her fist, valentine rushes through the hallway leading to her room, bracing herself in case she's about to be greeted with several cops.

she breathlessly reaches her door, but unfortunately it's already unlocked so valentine pushes it open. she freezes in her movement once her eyes set on genevieve davis sitting on the ground, her special and private box open.

the blonde shoots up from her position, mars' phone in her hand with her own phone and the polaroid picture of chris in her other. "uh..." genevieve breathes out, her hands shaking and eyebrows furrowed, probably out of pure fear of what she's supposed to do now and what val is possibly capable of.

valentine closes the door behind her, a death glare on her face as her hands ball into fists, ignoring the stinging feeling from her nails digging into her palm. "drop the phone," val orders, her tone serious and lacking any sort of half-hearted humor.

genevieve quickly obliges, throwing her best friend's phone onto valentine's bed as well as the polaroid picture of chris. "i—i didn't see anything," she stammers, obviously lying based on her trembling voice, "promise."

but she definitely did, based on the way she's trembling and practically on the verge of collapsing. valentine really never wanted to do anything to genevieve—okay maybe she did...but she didn't expect it to happen this early. val's trying to come up with something because she can't have genevieve running around campus after finding out that she had something to do with what happened to mars.

valentine fights the urge to pull her hair from her scalp out of frustration as she stares at genevieve cowering in fear. suddenly, genevieve glances down at her phone, and valentine follows her eyes, realizing that she's attempting to secretly call emergency services.

without thinking twice, valentine darts towards the petite blonde, pushing her to the ground and landing on top of her. genevieve knees valentine in the stomach, making her roll over at the sharp pain she feels. this doesn't stop valentine though, because the only thing she's thinking about is what chris will think of her if he finds out about this. the reason for motivation forces valentine to suck up the pain and stop genevieve.

"HELP!" gen screams at the top of her lungs while reaching for the door handle but valentine runs towards her, grabbing the girl by her blonde waves, and forcefully bashing her head against the solid wall.

silence falls over the two of them and valentine shudders at the sight of genevieve's unconscious body on her floor, a cut on her forehead. valentine's chest heaves as her mind flows with possibilities. but, an idea pops into valentine's head that seems like it's the most reasonable to avoid her going to jail for the rest of her life.

valentine kneels down, reaching underneath her pillow for a pocket knife she keeps for protection reasons, shoving it into the back pocket of her black flared jeans. she takes a deep breath before strolling past genevieve's unconscious body and towards the door, opening it and peeking her head out to ensure that nobody is about to witness what she's about to do.

luckily for her, it seems like majority of the female blackmore population are at the bonfire that raven's hosting so it gives her the opportunity to grab hold of genevieve's wrists. the good thing is that gen shares the dorm that's opposite sophie and valentine's making it even easier for her. she drags genevieve through the corridor and into her room, kicking the door open with her foot.

eventually, valentine finds herself in genevieve's dorm room, ensuring to close the door behind her. the next thing genuinely pains val to do, but it's the only solution to this problem that genevieve's caused for herself.

she drags genevieve to the middle of her room, kneeling next to her and moving her hips slightly so that she can access the pocket knife. it hurts that this is the only thing val can do, her throat tightening due to the nerves and escalating anxiety. val stretches over her body slightly, the pocket knife in her left hand while her right hand is placed over genevieve's mouth to avoid any reaction, even if she's unconscious.

val harshly drags the blade against genevieve's wrist, watching as a violent fountain of red gushes from the wound, staining the pink carpet beneath them. it doesn't stop, at first coming thick and strong, flowing through the gaps between gen's fingers. valentine then does the same thing to genevieve's other wrist, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than her own skin. after a few moments the speed at which the blood empties from genevieve's system increases as her pulse becomes slower and weaker.

valentine then carefully uses a nearby sock to wipe off her fingerprints to ensure that she's not connected to this mysterious death. she feels a pit in her stomach as she reaches for genevieve's phone, picking it up and lifting the blonde girl's eyelids to unlock it.

sometimes valentine scares herself with how smart she can be and how easily certain ideas come to mind. val anxiously chews on her nails as she opens the notes app, beginning to type away a convincing note that explains why genevieve killed herself. she brings up how mars is dead, her feelings are too overwhelming, she's failing her classes and so much more that provides good reasoning.

but this does mean something, genevieve is no longer an issue for her.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ arianna speaks ¡
oh my god
chat, she's evil...BUT SHE'S JUST A GIRL OKAY? it was either her or genevieve, so no valentine hate allowed.
+ this was the ONLY way to avoid everybody thinking gen was murdered

also, fighter!chris is back even though i said it wasn't like him to punch somebody in one of my meddle about chapters <3