Lane sits peeling the wrapper away from her blueberry muffin. Any headache she had possessed upon waking up is vanished. Only her empty stomach is yet to be cured. The musician opens her mouth to respond to a discussion her friends have begun on which instruments should not be included in the band when a fist is slammed down on the table interrupting the girl before she had even begun. Silence sweeps over the table and the brunette jumps in her seat, eyes flicking up to see the owner of the fist.
Aimee?
Lane sees rage, absolutely fiery through the girl above her's eyes. And she does not look like she's messing around. There is only a single string that attaches Lane and Aimee, that string happens to be both girls biggest secrets. Lane rules that this one string is the reason why Aimee stands in front of her now. The girl begins to speak, throwing out vulgar language like it was second nature.
I told Erin? I told Erin? When did I... I told Erin. Surprise is erased from Lane's eyes and replaced with panic. The memory falls back into her mind as if it had been hiding in a corner she hadn't checked this morning. The shots of vodka with Shira and... Laying in the grass with Erin. All the guilt of holding back a secret from her. I had to tell her, and I was drunk and I did tell her... shit.
The brunette stood up slowly, the pit of her stomach aching, more so then yesterday with Nina. "Can we please talk about this somewhere private, please?" As Lane begs she glances to her right to see someone unfamiliar approaching. Her face has already begun to brighten, turning a cherry shade of red. Her ears soon render the same color, and they burn. In this moment reasoning with Aimee doesn't seem like the easiest thing to do. Instead Lane circles around the table in order to get face to face with her enraged peer. She grabs Aimee's shirt sleeve and pulls the girl away from the table of gifted and now exceedingly curious students.
"You know what? Maybe if you actually put in the slightest bit of effort, it would be worth keeping..." Lane bites her lip. A single tear sliding down her cheek is quickly brushed away. "This isn't just about you you know, I want to talk about... I needed to tell someone and I was drunk... I wasn't thinking." Her voice is lowered to a whisper and she stands still, holding her ground. Lane knows Erin is on her way down and will hopefully be here to back her up soon.
Aimee?
Lane sees rage, absolutely fiery through the girl above her's eyes. And she does not look like she's messing around. There is only a single string that attaches Lane and Aimee, that string happens to be both girls biggest secrets. Lane rules that this one string is the reason why Aimee stands in front of her now. The girl begins to speak, throwing out vulgar language like it was second nature.
I told Erin? I told Erin? When did I... I told Erin. Surprise is erased from Lane's eyes and replaced with panic. The memory falls back into her mind as if it had been hiding in a corner she hadn't checked this morning. The shots of vodka with Shira and... Laying in the grass with Erin. All the guilt of holding back a secret from her. I had to tell her, and I was drunk and I did tell her... shit.
The brunette stood up slowly, the pit of her stomach aching, more so then yesterday with Nina. "Can we please talk about this somewhere private, please?" As Lane begs she glances to her right to see someone unfamiliar approaching. Her face has already begun to brighten, turning a cherry shade of red. Her ears soon render the same color, and they burn. In this moment reasoning with Aimee doesn't seem like the easiest thing to do. Instead Lane circles around the table in order to get face to face with her enraged peer. She grabs Aimee's shirt sleeve and pulls the girl away from the table of gifted and now exceedingly curious students.
"You know what? Maybe if you actually put in the slightest bit of effort, it would be worth keeping..." Lane bites her lip. A single tear sliding down her cheek is quickly brushed away. "This isn't just about you you know, I want to talk about... I needed to tell someone and I was drunk... I wasn't thinking." Her voice is lowered to a whisper and she stands still, holding her ground. Lane knows Erin is on her way down and will hopefully be here to back her up soon.