Dance with the Devil
Chapter 1: Don't Mess With Me
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
This is a Liley rated M for a reason:
Lilly looked into the mirror, the crack across the reflective glass that split her face in half, she rage had sent her to punch the mirror sending splinter of glass all over the bathroom floor and counter, the damage had been done and there were no regrets.
Her knuckles bleeding from where she had smashed the mirror and throbbed from the slithers of glass embedded in her knuckles, but Lilly didn't bother with her hand the stinging had died down now it was numb, thanks to her rage, that all she had left anymore.
She looked into the cold blue eyes that stared back at her; those eyes almost sent shivers down her spine, her eyes cold and hateful, that only shined when her adrenaline was pumping after a good fight. She smirked at her reflection as she picked up her bag and left the bathroom.
School was a waste of time since she was naturally good without even trying and she needed a fucking cigarette, her incisive taping told her that she was on a very short temper today, anyone sent her the wrong look would feel the wrath of the day. The teacher dribbled on about fractions or divisions, some shit that didn't matter later in life.
She was ready to just walk out of the class and go home, but considering she was already in deep shit since the last fight she got into, the school principal was waiting for her next slip up to kick her out of the school because of her attitude problem but her grades kept saving her ass.
Everyone though Lilly was a bad ass, and she was proud to say that she was, anyone looked at her the wrong way, they were likely to get a fist in their face, making her "enemy number one" on a lot of people list. She could only tolerate one of her peers at the school.
She looked over at a shaggy brown hair boy who was wearing a black shirt that read "Your Mom Here", lucky for him the teacher wasn't too interested in the dress code. The boy looked up and saw her staring he smiled and rolled his eyes. He was just as restless as she was. Oliver Oken was very artistic compared to the other students interested in art. Teachers praised him for his good behavior and high spirits.
They had met on the first day of school, Oliver was having a cigarette after school leaning against a wall just minding his buisness, when the blonde quitely walked up to him and asked him for a stick, he handed one over and looked up at Lilly, and was stunned as he looked into her cold gaze and bleeding forehead, the blood ran down her face and neck. She smirked as she thanked him and took the stick.
Finally the dull sound of the bell went off and the students bolted out of the classroom, Lilly got up and pulled her bag over her shoulder, the boy followed her out the door and to a back alley by the school were they could find some peace and quite, "Hey Oliver, got a stick."
The boy nodded, "Yeah sure," he reached into his bag and pulled out a pack and pulled out two handing her one along with a lighter. Lilly lit up and inhaled deeply feeling her body relax to the drug. "Have you heard the shit Becky is saying about you?" Lilly smirked, "Who hasn't, don't worry I got her number."
Lilly had known Becky since they were five years old and they used to be really close, till she found out Lilly played for the other team. Ever since Becky had found out she was a lesbian, she stopped hanging out with her and started talking shit, and Lilly was not much of a shit talker and liked getting her hands dirty, cowards were one of her main pet peeves. Lilly began walking as she threw her cigarette on the floor and stubbed it out.
Becky had just waved good bye to her friends as she began walking home, her bag was getting a little heavy as she reached her door, she placed it on the steps of her door and began looking for her key. "I have a bone to pick with you, Becky" A quite voice spoke out of nowhere, Becky jumped out of her skin, and she turned around to find Lilly leaning against the building, an angry expression on her face.
Lilly watched as the girl became frantically searching for the key to the door, the girl found the key but it slipped out of her sweaty palms and fell down the steps. Becky lunged for the key and to be met with a converse covering her escape.
"Too bad, Becky so close but yet so far." Lilly watched as Becky got off the floor and stood up to face her. "Why are you here Truscott?" Lilly face stayed emotionless, this was business. "I think you know why." Becky was about to say something else but was cut short of her shit talking.
Lilly seized her opportunity and punched Becky in the face. She watched the girl fall to the ground, her chestnut hair falling over her face. Lilly could see blood dripping down on the pavement.
The girl stayed on the floor, Lilly knew this was over, she bent down and grabbed the girls chin roughly and had her look up, her eyebrow was now swollen and bleeding profusely, "Now we don't want this to happen again right." The frighten girl nodded her head; she was paralyzed by her former friend hateful gaze. "Good, so quit your shit."
Lilly let go of the now crying girls face and wiped her hands, she picked picked up her bag from the ground. Lilly took her time walking home, there was no rush.
