Oh my god - shut the hell up.
Lucy thought to herself as her brother came scrambling into her room, drunk off his ass. This was a habit with Ferris. He was always doing something to be an embarrassment, most recently showing up to school drunk. Lucy rarely even admitted being related to him, and…
Celia loved little things.
Like - a nice cup of hot chocolate on a particularly frigid day. A straight back and perfect angle in a scorpion formation.
And drunk Ferris’.
Her amusement plainly shown as the blonde boy stumbled past her, the corner of Celia’s mouth perked up ever so slightly. There was always unhealthy competition between Lucy and Celia, but it was the friendly type. The type that caused both partners to strive to be their absolute best.
And, in the sibling department, Ferris was making it increasingly easier to win that particular battle against Lucy.
Granted, Maria was a complete ditz. And Nate had his own addiction demons to battle. But at least the two were tolerable in school, not complete sloppy messes like Ferris. Her ponytail bouncing, Celia walked up to the blonde girl of the hour, giving her a winning Cheerios smile in greeting. “It would appear Ferris woke up on the good side of the morning,” Celia stated with a grin, watching as the boy tripped down the hall.
“And then she totally rolled her eyes at me. Stupid bitch. Honestly thought that she could do that. So I did what any self-respecting Senior of the Cheerios squad would do - and ‘forgot’ to cradle her foot properly during a scorpion. A bump to the head does wonders, no?”
…
Well. It was almost quiet.
The soft gasp of surprise caused Celia’s eyes to fling open, mocking Everett’s own expression of startlement, eyebrows jumping high. Everett Hummel-Anderson. Everyone’s favorite person. Ever. If there was ever an antithesis to Celia’s bitchdom, it would be Everett. Golden boy. All around American Good Guy.
It could get rather nauseating, to be honest, how much good shit he seemed to spew.
Clearing her throat, Celia relaxed, eyes falling shut as her head dropped back against the wall again. “You, of all people, should know not to predict me, Mister HA.” HA. Some sort of weird nickname she gave the boy in 5th grade, cause “Mister Hummel-Anderson” was too much of a fucking mouthful. Breathing in deeply, she peered out of a narrowed eye, watching the man. “Speaking of cutting, you are also the last person to do so. Saving some poor frosh from some blundering idiot again? Careful, Everett - if they don’t fear you they’ll walk all over you. I do wish you would take good advice when it’s given to you.”
She honestly didn’t even bother for a retort, the mindless roundabouts the two seemed to go through a bit too taxing for her at the moment. Spinning about, she started towards literature, sure it would tick something off in the boy. Despite the scathing remarks the two threw at each other, there was always a layer of concern masked in it. If Everett got to hard of a hit on the field, Celia would wince, bouncing nervously til he got up. If a tumble went bad, Celia swore a flash of concern would emit from him before she got up.
Then the remarks would cut deeper. And any kind of goodnaturedness would be buried. It was a fickle cycle of pride, but one the two couldn’t seem to break.
Waving a hand halfheartedly behind her, Celia sighed, not even glancing back.
“And then she totally rolled her eyes at me. Stupid bitch. Honestly thought that she could do that. So I did what any self-respecting Senior of the Cheerios squad would do - and ‘forgot’ to cradle her foot properly during a scorpion. A bump to the head does wonders, no?”
Celia nodded foggily, Lucy’s chatter quick to lace through her brain, not settling like it normally would. Her eyes rolled about her locker - way too organized, way too neat, way too clean - before she elbowed a few books up, tugging her Literature book out. Shutting the locker, the metallic snap jolted Lucy, causing the blonde to glance at her with wide eyes.
“You okay, chica? You’re like - quiet. When the fuck is Celia Puckerman ever quiet?”
Shrugging, Celia hugged her book to her chest, ponytail brushing the nape of her neck as she spun away from Lucy, starting down the hall. Lucy clicked her tongue once, glancing about the crowded hall before shuffling up to Celia. “Seriously, Cel. What is it? Nate being an asshole again?”
“No! No,” Celia quickly retorted, knowing how Lucy got when she found out that Nate was behind her torment. Lord knows how many times her best friend hissed things at Nate, a misguided attempt to protect the Latina. Celia didn’t need any protection, least of all from Nate. Sibling rivalries were hardly something for concern. “I’m just - off today. I don’t know. Total lack of sleep I guess.”
“Bitch - I so see those bags under your eyes. Totally not your look.”
“I know - but I just end up lying on my bed until, like, 3 am. Just staring at the fucking ceiling.” Leaning against a wall, Celia sighed, knowing that Lucy wouldn’t stop until she fully disclosed everything. Fortunately, for Celia, she’s become an expert at lying through her teeth. “It must be Physics. My brain re-hatches problems over and over. I’m sure it’ll stop after class today.” Her book dropped down, settling upon the top of her thighs as the hall began to thin. “Go to Lit, Luce, I’ll meet up. I just need to check my texts real quick. You know Mrs. Humphrey is a nutjob when it comes to cells in class.”
Lucy simply gave Celia one last worried look, scurrying off without another word.
As the bell rang, the girl sighed, her head dropping back against the wall as her eyes fell blissfully shut.
Silence.
It’s a beautiful thing.
