AN: For the girl that Willow is based off of, who shares her birthday, her smarts, and love of life. You inspired her sass, her stubbornness, and her ability to deal with overprotective men. I love you and miss you more than life.
"Jordan, what are you doing?" A tall girl demands, storming down the hall, her long hair blowing in the breeze as she follows her friend out the doors of the school and to the parking lot.
"Nothing!" The girl protests defensively, wheeling around and folding her arms. The tall girl raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow and Jordan frowns. "Wills, I'm not trying to trick you. I'm actually not doing anything." The girl frowns and reaches forward, yanking downwards on the zipper of Jordan's hoodie, revealing a low cut corset top.
"Don't ever lie to me." The girl says warningly. "Now who are you going to see, my mother or Bowen?" Jordan squirms uncomfortably.
"Bowen." She mutters finally. "But Willow it's not like that!" She insists and Willow rolls her eyes.
"Isn't like what? You're not going to go to the MC and sit on his lap and serve him beer?" Willow hisses and Jordan opens her mouth, but Willow cuts her off with a look. "I grew up there Jordy. I grew up with Bowen. So trust me when I say that you are not the first piece of barely legal ass he's chased after. Trust me, once you're 19, he won't have eyes anymore." Jordan's chin juts out defensively.
"Not true. He said I was the prettiest lass he's ever seen. He said we'd get married in Ireland." She lets slips then looks like she regrets it a moment later. Willow laughs humorlessly.
"And what? Bring you home to his ma and da? Girl, you are not the first to be taken in by those blue eyes and fake Irish promises. Trust me." Willow says then turns before Jordan can say anything else. She doesn't look back as she strides back into the school.
"Hey, Wills." A voice calls and she turns, smiling at Camila as she jogs over.
"Hi Cam." She says warmly, falling in step as they make their way to math class. Camila grunts, checking her phone. "Do not tell me Manny went off the grid again." Willow says with exasperation.
"Since last night." Camila grumbles.
"Jesus I need new friends. Ones that don't fuck gangbangers and Sons." Willow complains, slinging her bag around the back of the chair and knocking a kid's feet off her seat with one swift movement. She collapses into the chair, oblivious to his dirty look.
"Why? Where's Jordy?" Camila asks, looking around and noticing their third member is missing.
"Aye, probably on a flight ta Ireland wit Bowen." Willow informs her with a heavy Irish accent.
"Did you try to stop her?" Camila asks in alarm.
"Please." Willow scoffs. "There is no stopping Bowen's charm. Don't worry; the longest he's ever hung onto a girl is 6 months, max. She'll be back and we'll have to check her for STD's and then get ice cream." Willow says cheerfully. Camila snorts with laughter.
"Who's getting checked for STD's?" A kid in the row behind her asks. "Your mom, the pornstar?" He says with a snicker.
"No, actually." Willow says sweetly, without turning around. Camila pauses, looking up from her phone to watch. "But she certainly can afford it, since your family is spending so much money on her website. She really should offer family packs. Could save you and your overweight dad, plus your inbred brothers a whole hell of a lot of money. You could use it too." She finally turns around and looks at him. "Wal-Mart shoes sure wear out quick, don't they?" With a smirk, she faces front and is listening intently to the explanation of the algorithms they'll be working that day. Camila is snickering as the boy fumes.
"Are we going to get Jordan at least?" Camila asks, as the class gets up. Even though the bell has rung, Willow remains in her seat, fixated on the problem. "Wills." Camila says loudly and Willow shoves the paper in her bag.
"No." She decides. "If it was going to get bad, Tig or someone else would've texted me to come over. But lord knows that man has enough to worry about than some teenage girl making a fool of herself in front of the club. Go find Manny, I'll find our little slut."
"Why can't you just walk over there and go get her?" Camila wonders aloud.
"Because I try to avoid that place as much as possible." Willow grumbles, suddenly moody.
"I don't understand why." Camila says, still unaware that Willow's jaw has set into a grimace. "All those guys love you. When we had that bomb threat, there was like 87 Harley's outside the school when we evacuated."
"Yes, they're very helpful at making a show." Willow snaps then sighs when Camila gives her a startled look. "I'm sorry Cam, it's just, you know… Graduation is coming up, and I'm going to be leaving soon, and I haven't really told the club or Chibs or Pipes or Kevin or Bowen or Tig or anyone. And they're going to lose their shit. They're… Protective." She says, struggling for the right word.
"I think it's cute." Camila decides and Willow rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, then you can have 9 men point guns at your prom date's head and watch as they make him swear not to lay a finger on you. If they get that bad when I'm at school in Charming, imagine how they'll be when I tell them I'm going to UCLA in the fall." Willow says and Camila raises an eyebrow as they stop at their lockers so Willow can switch books.
"Have you even told your mom?" She questions and Willow shakes her head.
"No, and she's who I'm scared of the most." She admits.
"Then how did you manage to sign up for financial aid and all that stuff?" Camila wonders and Willow leans around the locker door with an eyebrow raised.
"Do you really think I didn't learn to forge her signature a long time ago?" She scoffs, slamming her locker shut.
"Will she really be that mad that you're going to a big school?" Camila asks and Willow shrugs.
"I mean, Ellie only went to the community college and that's great, but I want a big school. I want to be a bear and wear blue and gold and be an actual college student. I want to leave Charming." She says firmly and Camila nods.
"Yeah, me too." She agrees.
"Yeah, and move all the way to Oakland, where you can have a zillion babies with Manny and be his fat wife for the rest of your days." Willow teases then darts into her classroom before Camila can hit her.
She gets the text in her last class. She feels her phone buzz in her pocket and she struggles not to let the smirk cross her face. She continues on her homework, even though the bell has rung. She keeps working until Camila comes into the room and kicks her chair.
"Can we go now?" Camila asks.
"No. Because if I go, I have to look at my phone. And looking at my phone means reading the text from Jordan. And reading the text from Jordan means figuring out that she's sleeping with Bowen. And figuring out that she's sleeping with him means going down to the MC. And going down to the MC means having to-"
"Ok, ok, I get it." Camila cuts her off. "But let's go. Because you're my ride home." Willow sighs and packs her bag.
"Can't you Mexicans pack like 80 people in a car?" She complains. "Get a ride with your cousins or some shit, I'm sick of this."
"No, that's why you make friends with the pretty white girls, so they can drive you in their nice hybrid cars." Camila says brightly. Willow flicks her off and climbs in, starting the engine.