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Modern Period of The Walking Dead Game

High School AU


Chapter Seven: Who's the Worst at Loving


Wednesday. Day after the party.

Sophie wasn't stupid.

Is what she tells herself.

No one knows how deeply in love she is between the two people that hurt her. She believed in love at first sight. But her first love admired someone who was taken.

Sophie didn't let that stop her.

"Just imagine I'm her." She would tell him. And he fell for it every time.

Her second love thought Sophie was her everything. At first. She wanted to breath the same air as Sophie. Touch her whenever she sees Sophie. Take her out on cheesy dates. Buy her flowers. Kiss her all over. Tell her she's her world.

Something any girl dreamed a guy would do, Ava would pull.

But that crashed down at Marlon's party. Sophie saw it all.

Her girl dragging that bitch around. Clinging on to her as if her life is on the line. She hated that small bitch. Always clinging on her girl every time. It annoyed the shit out of Sophie.

Most of her texts with Ava were about that bitch. Hanging out with that bitch. Sleeping over with her. Face timing with her. Watching movies with her. Shopping. Eating. You name it. Why the hell is she treating that bitch the same way as her?! She should be the only one to deserve Ava's attention.

That's why Sophie told her girl to silent her phone whenever they're alone.

For no disturbance. No distractions.

Sophie gets what she wants. All she needed to do is cry and whine. Worked every time.

A smirked left her face as she came out the shower to spot the dread locks teen brushing his teeth. A towel draped around his waist, thick locks damped from the shower, and drips of water gliding down his defined back can make any girl horny.

She skipped towards him and smiled. Her long glossy gingered tresses stuck to her naked damped back, causing more water to drip down her bottom to her legs. Dangerously, she pressed her pink nipples against his back. Stirring the guy up with mix emotion.

"That was fun." She fluttered her thick lashes. The guy glanced at her. He spat the last bits of water and toothpaste. Standing up tall, he hovered over her. The wall blocking her from going anywhere. He leaned down. She expected a normal kiss on her cherry lips but nothing happened.

He couldn't. Recently, he stopped kissing her heatedly. Sophie ignored his lack of kiss because the sex makes it up. But the sex recently been cut short. The guy couldn't finish. His troubling emotions got the best of him. Only because he consciously saw right through her.

There were no feelings in whatever he's a part of.

She enjoyed his lustful kisses, the way he drives her senseless in bed, and expensive gifts. All she wanted was him from the beginning.

His flashy image that everyone sees first.

They were suppose to be great friends. Friends who care about each other feelings. Understand each other's views. Listen to each other's thoughts. But Sophie's clothes would slide off her body soon as they're alone. And he would caress her because she has the same hair as her, same eyes as her, same nose as her, same lips as her, height, body, and voice.

But Sophie wasn't her.

The brown skin boy pulled away, but she jerked him towards her face. Her eyes were shut. Hypnotized with thoughts of him and her living together and having children. Times like these made her feel powerful and sexy.

Planning away to make her dreams into a reality.

Brown eyes stared at her. He felt sick.

This was not what he imagine his summer to turn out to be. The person in front of him wasn't the one. His fingers weren't playing music for her. His voice wasn't singing his feelings aloud for her.

Louis wanted Minerva.

Not Sophie.

Minerva!

Louis pushed Sophie and left the moist bathroom to his cool bed room. Hoping to clear his mind. He went through his large walk in closet. Pulled out a pair of briefs, khaki shorts, and a collar polo shirt.

Sophie slipped on the clothes she had on when she came in. Her tight dress with a belt.

After they finished dressing up, Louis marched down stairs. Sophie right behind him, trying to keep up.

"Hey...Hey Louis...Louis are you-" He stopped. Her body collided with his solid back.

"This the last time." What? Sophie went down a couple of steps to get a good glimpse of his face. A disgusted look she been seeing sometimes. But this time, he changed. Brows low as his eyes.

"W-Wait bab-" He lifted his hand, stopping her from persuading him. Like she always does.

"This shit is fucking crazy. I'm not going to fuck you when you're cheating on Ava. She's my friend too!" He growled. Sophie blinked in confusion.

"We're not even together together." She confessed with a shoulder shrug. Louis caught her delusional bluff. He curved her and drifted down the steps to the main entrance. She met him at the door. The puppy dog eyes she was giving him didn't work as planned. He opened the door with no hesitation.

"Louis, Ava and I... There's no us. We just fuck buddies."

"Fuck bu-And what am I? I'm no one's second. Don't set me up with this foolish game of yours. And I know Ava would be a mess to find out about...this fucked up shit! You knew who I liked. You took advantage of me. Now, I had enough. Go to Ava." Her freckled face twitched by his deep voice.

"...Ava has her... side bitch..." Sophie hissed through her teeth.

"Side bitch? Is this about... Woah. You can't be seriously thinking that Ava fucking with that small fry." He crackled. Sophie's face hardened.

"The fuck you mean?! OF COURSE LOUIS! Ava doesn't want me like you do."

"What? I don't even want you..." He leaned on the wall, staring her down blankly. Sophie gasped. Tears welling up. He rolled his eyes.

"Is this...Is this how you going to be? We made love countless times this summ-"

"No...You come over for a quick fuck and meaningless gifts. I was stupid enough to keep quiet and let this happen... Who the hell do you think you are? My girlfriend? Ava isn't enough?"

"I wanted you...I always wanted you Lo-Louis!"

"Should had said it from the start than leading me on thinking about Minnie. Your own sister. How can you sleep at night?" He crossed his arms.

"Bu-"

"It took me awhile to realize my worth. I'm not here to live on entertaining your ass. Do me a favor... don't interact with me. I'm done."

"Why are you acting like a pussy? I was not leading you on! I love you!" Sophie reached for him but he stepped away too quickly.

"Ava would die to hear that. Bye, Sophie." He pushed her out the door and locked it shut behind her.

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The doorbell rung multiple times. The brown skinned girl stopped what she was doing and went straight to answer the door.

Knowing who to expect, she saw her girl. The smile on her face dropped. The red head girl threw herself on Ava.

Not questioning anything, Ava took the girl inside. Omid, her father, peeked from his room.

"Oh, hey...Sophie? Is she's alright?" Omid asked his daughter. Ava didn't bother answering him. She just helped Sophie to her bedroom.

"Privacy dad." She told him. He nodded. Not wanting to get too involve in girl drama. He went back in his room.

In Ava's room, Sophie couldn't stop wiping her face. Ava sat on the edge of the bed, next to Sophie. She brushed her red hair behind her ear to see her pink wet face. She tried to kiss Sophie's cheek but the girl pulled away.

"Hey." Ava tried to smile. Sophie sniffed.

"He-Hey." Sophie's voice trembled.

"Do you want to...talk about it?" Sophie shook her head. She just wanted to fill in this gap in her chest. Get rid of what Louis told her. All he said to her was bull. He knows he was catching feelings for her. She told herself.

They made it this far. Why stop now?

Sophie glanced at Ava's concerning face.

"Ava..."

"Hmm?"

"Eat me."

With that said, Ava went down on the girl. Door locked. Lights shut off. Music playing to hide Sophie's short moans in the tunes. Blankets covering below Sophie's stomach and Ava's form.

Busy playing under the blankets, Sophie took Ava's silent phone that kept glaring at her. A call. A call from that bitch. She smiled wickedly as she shut the phone off and dropped it on the floor.

"I love you, Ava." She moaned. The back of her head sunk deep in the mattress as her toes curled. Pleased by her lovers mouth drive her into sweet bliss. No one Sophie had encounter took her this far.

This is what Louis couldn't give her. His full affects. If he can't do her a small favor, then her other lover could.

"Pl-please ...Ava...don't stop." Her fingers ran through Ava's curly locks. Encouraging Ava to keep go as she petted the back of her head.

Ava ignored her words. Words of lies.

Ava had her own suspicion. Her own prediction. Her own gut feeling.

Sophie is fucking someone else.

A finger drove in Sophie's sensitive private. The girl barely tremble.

Signs like these are hints. Red flags.

Things that broke Ava slowly. And harden her like a stone rock. Why should she care anyway? Because Ava loves her. Duh. Sure, she likes Sophie. Loves spoiling the girl. Loves kissing her. Loves teasing her. And admiring the red head's beauty.

But... Sophie never wanted to settle with her.

Why?

Because she has someone else digging balls deep in her.

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Sophie bundled in blankets as she softly snores at the far end of the bed. Ava sat there at the other end of the bed staring blankly. With silent tears.

"We're working things out, I guess."

"...I love you and want you to be happy. Not ...to be under a rut."

Ava got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She ran the water on as she cupped her palms under the water and splashed the water on her face. Feeling the cool water was refreshing.

Letting the sink run, she caught herself staring at her own reflection.

"Under a rut, huh? Shit, Clem...Shit. Shit. Shit." Her legs lost it's balanced. Her body crashed to the floor in a fiddle position as she cracked. More tears came down her face.

Beside the door, Omid hear his baby girl crying. He woken up to the sound of a door slamming shut very late at night.

Like any parent, he wanted to barge in and hug her. Knowing that his daughter is strong and has high spirit broke him when he comes to this side of her. Christa never babied her. She would tell little Ava to 'chin up'. And little Ava did.

But Omid was this type of father who would give her a lollipop. Only to see her smile.

He twisted the knob, opening the door to see her curled up. He ignored the running water and held her. She cried even harder when her father spotted her embarrassment. But the warmth in his arms reassured her. It pleased her. Pushed away her dark worries.

"I love you, Ava." He whispered in her ear. Letting her know that he's there for her.

Why is it hard to say it back?