Chapter 3- We're Not Friends.

"Okay." Lizzie's light blue eyes found themselves staring into Hope's ocean blue ones. She had butterflies in her stomach. Oh god. What have I gotten myself into? She thought to herself. She tried to get a read on the auburn-haired girl, but there was something in her voice that had her slightly worried. Like she didn't exactly know what she was getting herself in for.

"Okay." Hope smirked as she dropped her hand from the blonde's wrist. "I just want to know one thing… Why did you offer? We're not friends. You don't even like me. You've made that very clear over the past few years."

"I have no idea. Goodbye Hope." Lizzie replied as she quickly turned on her heels and left the room, leaving Hope smirking to herself. Hope's question had caught her completely off guard, it shouldn't have, but it did. What Hope had said was true. Lizzie didn't like her, and they weren't friends. But when Hope fucked her, she felt something that she hadn't felt before. Hope had made her feel wanted, even if she had just used her for sex. She had never felt wanted before and that affected her more than she wanted to admit.

Yes, okay, Lizzie was popular. She was well known at the school and everyone followed her. Most of the time she was a bitch to people she didn't really like or care about. More often than not, that bitchiness was directed at Hope, or Penelope. There was just something about the way both of those girls acted that rub her the wrong way.

It probably has something to do with their eerily cocky, confident demeanour. The way they can strut around the school and not have a care in the world. Lizzie can only fake it, because inside she feels broken, she feels like she isn't real and that she will just break at any minute, so she tries to control the narrative. In front of everyone she is this strong, confident woman that makes her mom proud but when she's alone she just wants to break everything in sight instead of confronting her innermost thoughts.

Lizzie walked the short distance to her bedroom, when she closed the door, she let out a sigh and slid down to the floor. Her knee length shorts riding halfway up her thigh. Lizzie's fingers danced over the still red and now bruised bitemarks as she thought about the conversation she had just had with Hope.

"Hey Lizzie." Josie spoke as she came out of the bathroom.

"Shit. Erm, hey Josie." Lizzie startled as she pushed her shorts back towards her knees and stood up to meet her sister.

"Is everything okay?" Josie asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Lizzie frowned as she walked over to her bed.

"You were sitting on the floor by the door. You hate sitting on the floor." Josie replied as she walked over to her desk and sat down.

"What are you? The floor police? I can sit where I want to. God! Will you just leave me alone for once?" Lizzie spat.

"Lizzie. I'm just worried about you. You've been acting strange for days now. The last time you were like this…" Josie started.

"Like what?! Come on Josie! Say it! The last time I was like this it was the start of an episode, right? I am perfectly fine! I am not having an episode! I am fully aware of my mental state and I AM NOT HAVING A FUCKING EPISODE!" Lizzie roared as she turned to face her sister.

"Lizzie calm down! Fine. Okay. You aren't having an episode, but you have been acting strange. I'm just concerned. We all are." Josie's voice was steady and soft.

"WHO THE FUCK IS WE? WHO ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TOO?"

"Just MG and Penelope."

"WELL TELL THEM TO MIND THEIR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" Lizzie shouted. Then something switched inside her head. "You know what, I really don't care. I'm leaving. Don't bother coming to look for me." Lizzie's demeanour changed completely, she was no longer angry, she was cold and emotionless. Lizzie turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of the school.

Josie was left sitting perplexed at her desk. Yup. Lizzie is definitely acting strange. She thought. She picked up her phone and called MG.

MG: Hey Josie, what's going on?

Josie: So the weirdest thing just happened with Lizzie.

MG: That's nothing new. But please explain.

Josie: So I was coming out of the bathroom and I found Lizzie sitting on the floor by the door in our bedroom. I asked her if she was okay and she just completely flipped out on me for no reason. I told her that I was worried about her and that I think she might be having an episode, but she completely flew off the handle but then suddenly she changed. She just went really cold and emotionless. Her eyes went blank and she just left the room.

MG: Oh okay. Do you want me to go find her?

Josie: No, not just yet. I just thought I'd let you know in case you run into her or something. But she is definitely acting different and I think she is self-harming as well.

MG: Well that's new. Why do you think that?

Josie: When I saw her on the floor, she was tracing some marks on her legs, I couldn't really see them properly because she tried to cover them up, but they looked recent.

MG: Lizzie's not the type to hurt herself though…

Josie: I know she's not. But that doesn't mean she couldn't have started doing it. We both know she's been acting differently these past few days. I just wish she would talk to me about it.

MG: I know you do. Just give her some time. I'll keep my eyes out for her and I'll let you know if I find her or see her.

Josie: Thanks MG. I really appreciate it.

MG: No problem, Josie. I'll talk to you later.

Josie: Okay. Thanks. Bye MG.

A few seconds after Josie had ended the call, there was a knock on the bedroom door. She groaned as she stood up from the desk. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Hope standing there. Josie frowned. "Hey Hope. Is everything okay?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question." Hope smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I heard Lizzie shouting and then I saw her storm off. I just wanted to make sure you were both okay." Hope shrugged.

"Oh."

There was a beat of silence.

"It's okay. I get it. You don't want to talk to me. I mean why would you? I haven't been very nice lately. But if you need anything. I'm just next door but one." Hope smiled as she turned to walk away.

Josie shifted her weight slightly before she decided to speak again. "Hope, wait…" Hope turned around and walked back to Josie. "What were you and Lizzie arguing about earlier?"

"Oh… That… Erm. She asked me to do something for her, but I forgot to do it. So she got pissed at me. Why do you ask?" Hope replied.

"Oh. Okay." Josie returned, but she twisted her face slightly, like she didn't truly believe Hope and she had no reason to either.

"Is that everything you wanted to ask?" Hope smiled.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean… Why don't you come in? It might be better to talk in private." Josie stepped away from the door to let Hope enter. Hope nodded and slipped inside the room. Josie closed the door behind them. She sighed before she turned her attention back to Hope.

"There's something going on with Lizzie. I think she's having a really bad episode at the minute, but she's refusing to talk to me."

"What makes you think she is having an episode?"

"It started Monday morning… I came back to my room to get some clean clothes before I had a shower, Lizzie was still asleep which is unlike her, she's usually up early on a school day. Anyways, when I came back from my shower, she asked me if it was meant to hurt after having sex, when I asked her why she wanted to know, she said that she had a sex dream. Then today she got into an argument with you, which I guess isn't entirely unusual, but then she received a Whisper from someone and disappeared. She came back to our room about an hour later and she sat on the floor, completely zoned out and I noticed some marks on her legs, she was tracing them with her fingers, I think she's been self-harming and trying to cover it up… Then I guess you know the rest." Josie spewed.

It took all of Hope's strength not to laugh at Josie. Hope knew the reason why. She knew she was the reason why Lizzie was acting differently. Hope gathered her thoughts for a second before she spoke. "I'm sure everything is fine. I don't think Lizzie is the type of person to self-harm, she usually just breaks shit, right? Just give her some time and she will probably tell you all about what's going on."

"Okay. Well. Erm, can you keep an eye on her? I don't really want to ask you to do it, but she won't expect it. She would expect it from MG or Penelope but not you." Josie shrugged.

"Erm, I guess I can?" Hope replied.

"Thanks Hope." Josie smiled.

Hope smiled back and left the room. She headed back to her own room and broke down laughing. After about five minutes, she managed to gather herself and she headed out to find Lizzie. She could still track her scent so she wouldn't be too hard to find.

Hope had followed Lizzie's scent to the Grill, but she didn't approach her just yet. She sat down on the green opposite the Grill and watched Lizzie as she read her book and drank her milkshake, looking somewhat peaceful and contempt, given everything that had just gone down. Hope's mind slipped in and out of daydreaming as she watched Lizzie. Half of it was all the ways she could dominate Lizzie right there at the table and in the bedroom, and the other half was daydreaming about a life they could share together. Hope decided that she wanted it both ways and she was going to make it happen. One day. After about an hour or so, she finally stood up and walked over to Lizzie.

Lizzie wandered into Mystic Falls and headed to the Grill. It was a warm summers evening, so she grabbed herself a milkshake and sat outside. The sun was beating down on her and for a split second she wished she could have worn a smaller top and some shorter shorts. But given the current state of her body, that was not an option. Lizzie sighed as she pulled a book out of her bag, leaned back in her seat and started reading.

A few hours had passed, and the sun was on the verge of setting. The only interaction Lizzie had had was from the waiter asking if she wanted another milkshake, which she agreed to. Lizzie was so lost in her book that she hadn't realised someone had sat down opposite her until they started talking.

"Hey there beautiful. You look like you're having fun." The soft voice chuckled.

"Well I was until you showed up. What the fuck do you want Hope?" Lizzie replied, never looking up from the page she was trying to read.

"Ouch. I'm wounded." Hope laughed. "Is that really any way to talk to me? I mean, after all, I can tell everyone about our little arrangement."

"No one would believe you if you did." Lizzie shrugged, but she knew that it wasn't true. Everyone would believe it. Well not everyone but certainly Josie and MG would.

"Do you really want to take that risk?" Hope smiled.

"I ask you again… What do you want?" Lizzie asked in a monotone voice.

"I dunno. I got bored, I guess. Thought I'd come and find you."

"Somehow I don't believe you." Lizzie finally closed her book and looked at Hope. Hope's features were softer than usual.

"Okay, you got me. I heard what went down between you and Josie. And Josie asked me to check on you." Hope shrugged as she picked up Lizzie's half drunken milkshake, taking a long sip from it.

"I'm going to kill her." Lizzie spat.

"No you are not."

"Yes I am. And why do you even care, Hope?"

"Because… I want too. Is that so hard to believe?" Hope laughed.

"Yes, it is. We are not going to sit here and pretend that we are friends. We aren't friends and you only want one thing from me." Lizzie returned as she placed her book back into her bag.

"You're right. I only want one thing from you right now. So, stand up." Hope replied, her voice changed from being soft to being direct.

"No." Lizzie replied. Hope walked around the small table to Lizzie's side.

"Don't make me ask you again. Stand. The fuck. Up." Hope whisper-yelled into the blonde's ear.

Lizzie gulped as she picked up her bag and stood up. She followed Hope to the alleyway beside the Grill. At the end of the alleyway there was a few boxes and crates piled up, about waist height, next to an industrial-sized bin. Hope pressed her weight down onto the crates to make sure they were sturdy enough before she turned to face Lizzie.

"What are we doing here Hope?" Lizzie asked as she dropped her bag to the floor.

"I'm doing what you want me to, what you need me to do." Hope replied as she pulled Lizzie towards her by the belt loops on her shorts. Hope's fingers quickly unbuttoned the blonde's shorts, she pulled them down as she turned and pushed Lizzie onto the crates. Hope dropped to her knees and pulled Lizzie's shorts all the way off before she stood back up again. The blonde let her left leg dangle over the edge whilst she brought her right leg up to her ass, using the sole of her trainer to steady herself as she pushed herself into a semi-upright position against the wall.

Hope stared at Lizzie for a few seconds, as though she was trying to decide what she was going to do, before her fingers lightly traced over the bitemarks on the taller girl's thighs. The ones she had made a few days before. They were still red and raised, most of the swelling had gone, and the bruises were mainly purple in colour. She then moved her left hand higher up the younger girl's thigh until it rested on top of the blonde's red thong. "My, my, my. Wet already?" Hope mused as she pushed the red lace out of the way and pushed two fingers deep inside Lizzie's wet entrance.

"Hmm, fucckkk." Lizzie moaned; her head dropped back to the wall.

Hope let Lizzie adjust to the intrusion for a few seconds before she started thrusting her fingers deep inside Lizzie. Hope's thrusts were deliberately slow and hard, she removed her fingers all the way to the tip before slamming them back in again, all the way to her knuckles before she curled her fingers slightly and dragged them back out again. The whole motion took about five seconds. It was slow and torturous for Lizzie but Hope loved doing it. She loved the way Lizzie squirmed underneath her, the way her hips tried to meet each thrust.

Hope's right hand snaked itself under the blonde's red top and she smirked when she realised that Lizzie wasn't wearing a bra today. The younger girl's small tits felt like heaven in her hand. The pads of her fingers danced over the hardening little nub, she rolled it between her fingers and tugged it slightly, eliciting a small moan from the blonde, before she moved over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. "Take your shirt off." Hope commanded. Lizzie swallowed thickly but complied immediately, she used her right hand to pull the top over her head and discarded it on the floor next to her shorts.

The auburn-haired girl studied the blonde's body for a few seconds, before she brought her right hand up to Lizzie's throat and dropped her head as she leaned down and kissed the younger girl, slipping her tongue inside the other girl's mouth. After a few seconds she bit down on Lizzie's lower lip and pulled away. She looked into Lizzie's eyes and saw a moment of desire. Fuck. This girl is trouble. Hope thought, before she pulled her eyes away and started admiring the blonde's perfectly sculpted features and bitemarks before she dropped her head and attached her teeth to one of Lizzie's nipples, biting it, tugging it and rolling over it with her tongue before she switched over to the other one. Never removing her hand from the younger girl's throat. "Fuck… Hope…" Lizzie breathed.

After a couple of minutes Hope decided to speed up her thrusting, still doing the same motion but this time faster and harder. Lizzie was panting heavily beneath her, she tried to cling onto the crates, but her hands were slightly too sweaty, and she was dangerously close to slipping off the edge. As Hope stepped closer to her to get more power behind her thrusts, she took the opportunity to extend her arms and grab the older girl's shirt, pushing it up slightly above her waist and digging her nails in the flesh, deeply enough to draw blood. "Fuuccckkkk." Hope growled, causing her to bite down a bit too hard on Lizzie's nipple and she automatically gripped Lizzie's throat tighter. Tight enough to know that it will definitely leave a mark but not tight enough to hurt her.

Lizzie's left hand immediately joined Hope's right one at her throat, dragging her nails down the shorter arm, whilst her right hand found itself tangled in Hope's auburn hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled it down, causing Hope's head to lift from its position at her chest. She stared into Hope's eyes and panted, "Fuck… I'm close…"

Hope immediately pulled her left hand out of Lizzie's entrance and dropped to her knees, placing her face at the blonde's centre. She dropped her right hand from Lizzie's throat but shoved her two fingers covered in Lizzie's juices into the younger girl's mouth. The blonde gagged slightly before she moaned and started sucking Hope's fingers clean.

Hope's tongue danced over Lizzie's clit furiously, occasionally grazing it with her teeth before she slipped her tongue down to the blonde's entrance, pushing it inside. Within seconds Lizzie's hips bucked against Hope's face. Lizzie's hands tangled themselves deeper into Hope's hair as she pulled her older girl closer to her pussy. "Shit… HOPE!... OH. GOD… HOOPPPEEEE! UGGGHHHHH… FUCCKKKK!... HOPEEEEE!"

Juices flowed from Lizzie in a gush, she collapsed back against the wall, her body tense and limp at the same time. Her hands still locking Hope's head in place, which didn't bother the auburn-haired girl at all, as she was far too busy enjoying the sweet juices coming out of Lizzie. After a few minutes Lizzie finally let go of Hope's head. Hope had one last taste before she stood up and looked at the blonde's dishevelled state under the moonlight. How does she always look so beautiful?Hope thought. She quickly shook the thought away as she smirked, wiping away the remainder of Lizzie's cum from her chin and picked up the younger girl's clothes and gave them to her.

"Hmm. Where were you like three hours ago?" Lizzie mused, in her post sex haze, not really paying attention to Hope or to what she is saying. She frowned when Hope gave her the clothes. But she accepted them and got dressed as Hope silently watched her, not answering her question. It was only when Lizzie finished getting dressed that Hope spoke.

"Come on. We need to get freshened up."

"Why?" Lizzie frowned.

"Because contrary to popular belief, I don't really like walking around with cum and spit sticking to my fingers… Even if it is yours." Hope replied as she turned as walked back to the Grill, Lizzie quickly picks up her bag and begrudgingly followed her, knowing full well that when they reach the street, she has to go back to hating Hope. All she wants to do right now is stop Hope, pin her up against the wall and kiss her. She almost did it as well, but they reached the street before she got the courage, then it was too late. Lizzie sighed as she stepped into the streetlight.

Hope pushed open the door to the Grill and headed straight for the bathroom, Lizzie followed. They washed up in silence and Hope headed back out onto the street while Lizzie ordered a milkshake for them both. Lizzie had a Berry Blast and she ordered Hope a Peanut Butter Blast with Whipped Cream on the bottom.

Hope raised her eyebrow when Lizzie handed her the drink. She smirked when she tasted it, but she never spoke a word. So, she knows my favourite milkshake? Strange for someone who claims they hate me. Hope thought to herself. The two of them walked back to the school in silence. Most of the time they walked next to each other with enough space for another person in between them, but every so often Lizzie would subconsciously step closer to Hope, until the back of their hands would lightly brush against each other before she stepped away again.

It was around 10:30pm when they eventually reached the school gates. Hope took off into the woods whilst Lizzie continued into the school, only briefly looking back to see Hope disappear under the cover of the trees. Lizzie quietly pushed open the school doors and slipped inside. She silently made her way up to her room, slowly pushing the door open. Once inside, she frowned when she saw Josie sat up in bed reading, with Penelope asleep beside her. Josie looked up momentarily and was about to speak when Lizzie stared at her.

Lizzie didn't say anything as she dropped her bag on the floor and gathered some clean clothes, her shower caddy and her towel and she headed back out the room.