! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 ! ࿐ྂ
a   g r a n d   a r m y   f i c

( CHAPTER VII. 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 )

𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑬𝒁 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 as she listened to the quick beat of The Pussycat Doll's Don't Cha on repeat, the sassy song being her go-to on the mornings she wanted to feel a little extra fearless and self-assured. Though the girl was quite already all of these things, her ego being as inflated as a hot-air balloon on a good day, it would not help to get a miniature boost as she was getting ready to support her best friend, Joey with her recent protest━━ The dress-code. Sure, it would be wrong for the tan girl to state that the school's demands for the clothing worn between girls and boys were completely unequal, misogynistic and sexist but quite frankly, Evie was tired of the white girl seemingly ignoring the more significant things for the less important causes.

Though maybe it might seem like a privileged state of mind, the young Latina's interest in politics was quite small in comparison to her dear friend who spent her days listening to podcasts and television segments about public affairs. No, she was not one of those self-identified Liberal girls that would repost one singular photo about all sorts of inequality from Instagram's Feminist page and then proceed to date an openly horrible boy with all traits of the people they spoke out against. Anyone with two well-functioning eyes could see that George did have his many questioning moments but weighing with the other girls she knew, Evie certainly did have some standards. Quite frankly, she wasn't that much of a hypocrite for God's sake !

The girl did not want to go to school at this very moment. It was early and her sleep was cut off quite short due to the noise her mother made in the kitchen as she got ready to go to work during the early little hours of the morning. After taking a long hot shower in the comfort of her own bathroom, the room held the scent of fresh citrus as she had applied her favorite shampoo onto her long silky hair. Evie had just taken the silly-looking charcoal facemask off of her tan face while she put on her favorite black top that she had purchased from a cute little boutique in town a few months earlier. It was slightly see-through but she loved it as it showed skin which is something she found quite important in her outfits. This time, she didn't wear a bra underneath due to her support for Joey therefore the risk for getting dress-coded was quite higher. Fortunately, Evie Perez wasn't one to care about the opinions of perverted teachers.

As she finished the typical makeup she would usually cake herself with, she suddenly heard a distant knock upon the front door. Evie let at a theatrical exasperated sigh through her petite slightly-highlighted nose. The Latina was quite the dramatic person even on her alone time therefore that sigh was quite necessary in her humble opinion. Usually, as a girl remaining home alone in a big city, she would ignore the random whacking impatiently on her hard wooden door but it was different this time. Her phone started buzzing a few times, a couple of texts coming in from a certain Wright boy. The girl hesitated as answering the boy she had ignored━━ Occasionally shooting an ice-cold death glare would probably be a horrible idea. Though against her better judgment, she picked up her trusty phone. She clicked upon the message icon, opening the app and finding George's contact at the very top.

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 🙈
evie

EVIE

read

open the fucking door please
it's freezing out here

𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

no lol.

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 🙈
u still mad?

read

guess u are

come on eves it
was like one time

n i didn't even fuck
her

that's not true actually

𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

idc

you ditched me for a
FUCKING FRESHMAN

that shit hurted😐

not me being emotional. gross

yk what go kys

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 🙈
we both know u
don't want that eves

i had to use my hand for
like a week

that's fucking torture

idk how to back shit up from
my old phone so all i got are
your tits as your contact pic

𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀
die cracker.

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 🙈
just open the goddamn door
before i drink ur coffee slut

𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀
k.

And with that last seemingly rude message, the oh-so spiteful girl rapidly typed down an answer before placing her phone face down upon the cold bathroom counter, checking her appearance one last time before slowly making her way towards the front door. Though some would be disgusted by the boy's crude language, it wasn't the case here. Not only was she called a slut on a daily occurrence, but the girl was completely used to George's crude language. Quite frankly, she found it almost charming. The amount of mean nicknames they spat out at one another was enough for them to not be phased. Nonetheless, Evie Perez was someone who most would call undeniably petty as she was not one to forget about anything. The event could've taken place a full decade prior yet the girl would still hold it in the very top of her slightly vindictive mind. It was hard for the girl to fail to memorize what others have personally done or said to her or the friends she adored so much. Sure, she could forgive━━ Though she did that pretty infrequently but she assuredly did not forget. Despite the fact that the girl would never admit it, the girl was a bitch, a bitter one at that !

Evie Perez unlocked the entrance towards her home, revealing a shivering George Wright standing on the small balcony, holding her favorite iced cappuccino in his right hand, his phone and wax pen in the other as he took a few hits. Perhaps it was a little odd to drink such a cold beverage during a cold, winter morning but though she would rather die than admit it, the girl was a little bizarre.

The door was not nearly as opened as he was hoping while he had stood there with an apology drink. You could see about half of Evie's petite physique as a sarcastic expression held itself upon her tan face. Out of the kindness of her heart, she chose to actually speak to him, ending the small vague responses she texted him which had been their only form of communication recently. The girl had spent all week hanging out with Cassie or Bre in her big bedroom.

Though the kind and thoughtful gesture had managed to fulfill itself into her heart, warming it as a small timid smile made its way onto her pinkish lips , it wasn't quite enough to satisfy the Latina. The door remained opened yet she still hadn't moved out of the way. Hell ! She still hadn't had the common decency of inviting the poor shivering boy into her lovely, empty abode. Instead, her piercing eyes stared him down in amusement before grabbing the hot beverage and taking a long sip of the liquid situated inside the carton cup from her favorite cafe. Her orbs hadn't left his as if they were participating in some intense stare down. Evie Perez hated the mere thought of losing quite about anything therefor she was not about to forfeit the unspoken competition with her best friend. Suddenly, as if he knew it would be good for his cause and future to let the beauty win, George had broken eye contact before finally talking to the semi-livid girl who held entrance to warm shelter. " When are you gonna let it go ? it was a one time thing, plus, she wasn't a better kisser than you... "

He knew damn well how to push her buttons, making her tick with sarcastic comments, slight flattery and the face her made that made her want to jump his bones at that very moment. The Wright boy knew that with the right words, he would be able to break the girl's silent treatment. He approached the girl who's personality had seemed to have started warming up before leaving a trace of soft yet passionate pecks upon her tan color bone, his fingers tracing her sides as they made their way towards her inner thighs. " When are you going to let me prove to you how good I could make you feel if you just forgave me. "

Evie Perez was well aware of the fact that her though, stubborn exterior would not last a chance in battle of the big hands that always made her feel so good. The brunette was a little ashamed of the fact that once again, this seemingly being a frequent occurrence that she would let her pussy do the thinking. Her wandering mind became blank the moment she felt his long fingers fulfill themselves casual under her skirt before touching her through the panties that were becoming soaking by the minute. He was damn well aware of the affects her had on her as well as she had on him. She quickly weighted the pros and cons of letting him finger her right before another one of the same boring school days. On one side, she enjoyed the satisfaction his body gave her as Evie was quite the sexual being yet on the other, the contentment and delight that situation would give him was something she would fairly want to avoid. Unfortunately, getting herself off with her own fingers just wasn't cutting it for her anymore.

" Fuck me." The Latina mumbled to herself as she nonetheless gave in to his sexual advances. She kicked her heels off as she finally let him inside the home he spent most of his free time in, dragging him by his left arm towards the kitchen counter. She may have been a bit angry at the stupid boy but she wasn't an idiot. Who the hell would pass up free pleasure ? Evie Perez was attempting to find the most ways she could justify what was happening to herself.

" Wait really ? " George Wright questioned, taken aback by how easily she had given into his advances. Usually the white boy had to beg or at least try to convince her for a few minutes so she would spare him any favors but currently she was surprisingly giving in so easily. Yet, he was absolutely not complaining !

Evie lifted up her favorite Balmain skirt quickly, exposing the wet lace panties that she had to wear on a supposedly typical school day as her mother had been to busy to wash the clothes that she had place inside the laundry hamper. She had been stuck walking around in her most expensive pairs of undergarment for the past three days. The girl resembled a goddess-like Victoria's Secret model underneath her fairly expensive items of clothing. George was turned on even more by the sight of the pretty little black thong that she had on. To see what nobody else would see.

" We're going to hell for this " She uttered, just enough for the boy to comprehend as he rapidly pushed down the panties until they found themselves into the cold kitchen floor. Getting her pussy eaten out on the surface of her kitchen counter had happened a fair amount a times between the both of them yet every time, she felt as if the little chance she held to get pass the gates to Heaven fell deeply. The aroused boy murmured a few incoherent words before prowling his mouth onto her clit, the sudden contact being just enough for the girl to hold on to his curly hair as she knew she was in for a wild ride.

! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 ! ࿐ྂ
a g r a n d a r m y f i c

( CHAPTER VII P.2. 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 )

       𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑪𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺. Walking into class mid lesson as the yawn-worthy teachers spoke halfheartedly about the day's topic, secretly regretting their lousy decision to pursue a high school teaching job would happen quite often during the cold New York weekdays as Bre enjoyed taking her sweet precious time to apply her bold makeup and her signature messy black eyeliner upon her thin eyelids. She would usually finish her dreaded morning routine by throwing on the nearest articles of darker-shaded clothing under her old, beat up yet incredibly needed green army jacket. Her fingers were cladded with numerous amounts of affordable silver rings and a minuscule diamond shaped outline was tatted onto the side of her middle finger as she had a fairly unhealthy obsession with the feeling of stick-and-pokes, much to her doodling habit's dismay.

       In this very moment, as her black backpack flew from side to side, one of the straps balancing itself upon her slight muscular shoulders, she was met with empty halls, the occasional student on their bathroom━━ smoking break watching her closely as she walked quickly towards her first class of the day, also known as fourth period. Usually, she would not have cared about her sudden lateness as it would've been her own choice but in this very moment, she was determined to scold Evie Perez as she in the last minute bailed on her as she had gotten a drive from the same boy she claimed to currently despise. She hadn't even bothered on barging in and waking her up by blasting Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, a tradition they had upheld since freshman year. Now, as Bre hadn't even took a driving test nor even quite frankly got in front of the wheel of a car due to her odd fear of conducting cars, something she hated admitting, she was stuck alone with no way to get to school. Perhaps a normal person would take the opportunity to stay home and take an off day from the horrid establishment but unfortunately, she had a fairly important history test that would take up forty percent of her final grade.

       She hadn't had the time to look halfway decent in her eyes and even worst, her stomach grumbled like the sound of a snowing mountain on a verge of an avalanche, the girl desperately craving food. The Filipino was usually an altogether picky eater, not quite enjoying the taste of the typical American foods such as hot dogs and all-meat pizzas but in this very moment, none of that mattered. Hell ! Bre McAdams would've accepted one of those dry, overcooked breakfast sandwiches from any fast food restaurant chains who are undeserving of being opened in the early hours of the mornings to serve their bellow average eggs and muffins. As if the god she didn't believe in answered her mental prayer's, a vending machine appeared near the curve towards the hall of her first class. The old beat up machine barely held anything deemed of a decent breakfast yet here she was, punching the hard transparent material. The automat had stollen her coins as it seemed to stubbornly refuse the transaction.

      " Give me my damn snack ! " She repeated, a sprinkle of annoyance apparent in her tone as she shook the large machinery aggressively. " I hate this fucking day already "

      Luckily, after the many times that her left fist had connected with the face of the crystal clear appliance, a small bag of sour candies fell down. She grabbed the bright neon green and yellow plastic sack swiftly before making her way towards the class she was had already missed half of. The teacher was quite strict and as Bre often tested her patience when calling her out on her unneeded controversial comments, she would most definitely be the hardest on her.

      The door to the classroom squeaked opened, the brunette girl revealed herself, cringing at the sound of the entrance as she naïvely hoped she wouldn't bring any attention towards herself. Unfortunately, the students were as observant as spectators, their inability to remain focused on a single lesson long enough for her to find her seat in the middle rows between Tamika Jones and Tor Sampson was more than unlikely but on this day, odd things were meant to be.

      " I think you have the wrong classroom miss... " Miss Edward's words trailed off as she realized that the student she was in fact talking to wasn't a random freshman who had stumbled onto the wrong classroom, something that happened quite frequently even if their school had already started many weeks prior. As Bre's usually wild medium length hair was now tamed into a simple ponytail, a hairstyle she would only occasionally wear to bed, and her typical army green jacket was forgotten on the edge of her bed, it was quite hard to mark her face after a simple swift glance.

      " Oh, pardon me miss McAdams, I didn't recognize you ! I do hope our early classes didn't interrupt your beauty sleep... " The teacher spoke, her sentence ending with slight sarcasm as she crossed her arms in an authoritative manner. Bre's eye roll wasn't left unnoticed as she found her assigned desk, swinging her school bag upon the flat surface as she immediately regretted her decision to even attend school in the first place, especially as she had slept through her alarm and her first three classes at this point.

      " Girl ! Where the fuck where you ? You missed lunch knowing damn well it was barbecue wings day ! Let me tell you, those things were bussin'. " Tamika Jones whisper-shouted towards the girl, making sure that a certain uptight educator would not catch them talking in the middle of her lesson after well being interrupted already once.

      " I slept through my alarm and now I look like shit and I feel even shittier. " She slammed her head quietly against the cold table in annoyance, the girl having missed one of Grand Army's rarest days : The days where the food was actually quite edible.

      " Where your titties girl ? Half the school got them out. " Tor questioned, shimmying his chest in a joking way which made a smile creep up upon Bre's tired, once-expressionless face.

      Bre shot him a confused look, unaware of Joey's latest white girl activism floating upon social media. Sure Bre had an Instagram but to her, it was one of those apps that she forgot about every week as it would gather dust on her phone screen. After being caught up by the school's unofficial protest, she only thought of one simple thing and she was damn well going to speak up about it to her friends : " You're telling me this white girl's protesting to free her tits then is going to ignore the fact that y'all just can't go out without the fear of being shot ? This is why I can't stand this tone-dead school ".

! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ࿐ྂ
3261 ! heyyyy i've been brought back to life🤠we got a shitty evie n bre chapter but it's a start because my energy been lacking madly recently. anyways thank you soIanarowe for the smut since i've been harassing you for it for weeks.

lmk what y'all would want to see w my ocs. i promise i'll be more active so expect another chapter real soon.

( i'm a pathological liar so ignore that besties )