Alex Vause POV
The next day came around quite fast but left me sad. I hadn't heard- from Piper since last night, and I couldn't help but think she was pissed off about the night before. "Dammit Alex, why can't you keep to yourself?" I knew I fucked up, but I also had to just go on with the day, and hope she would show up at school so I could apologize. After showering, getting dressed, and eating, I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, not informing my mom that I was going to school. On my way to school, I checked my cellphone about twenty times, and still nothing. "Maybe I should just give up on this friendship." I thought to myself and sighed.
An hour later in math class, my phone buzzed. "Shit," I say, trying to turn off the ringing phone, and when I look up, unaware of who texted, my teacher was staring at me. "Miss. Vause, is your phone more interesting than school work?" I heard say. "No, but it is when you haven't heard from your best friend all night." I firmly told her, and all she did was laugh. "Asshole," I whispered, under my breath hoping that she wouldn't hear me, but of course, she did. "Okay, you're going to the principal's office for insulting me." She told me. "That's bullshit. And all around fucked up in general. Everyone calls you an asshole, so just deal with it." I shoot back at her, which cost me my free time at lunch, and a call home to my mom. Later in the day at P.E., I was talking to an acquaintance, since I had no one else to talk to. "So, Laila, Mrs. Villalobos is a bitch, don't you agree?" I asked Laila, who hadn't really known me that long, but she was just someone to talk to when Piper wasn't around. "Not really, and you weren't too nice to her either, so she had every right to do what she did. "Yeah, No. But whatever." She had annoyed me, and no matter what she said, that teacher was a bitch, whether she liked it or not.
Piper Chapman POV
It was early Monday morning, and it had come time to leave. I wanted to text Alex, but my mom told me I wasn't allowed to have a phone again until I was 18, because I had apparently search porn to watch, which wasn't true. You can't even do that on phones yet. Sitting on my bed, I stared at the wall. Flashbacks of Alex and I started to fill my head, and they made me sad. I started to daydream a bit until I heard my mom call me, and I snapped out of it. "Coming mom!" I yell downstairs, grabbing my book bag, stuffing a few things in it, and run downstairs.
"Honey, I messaged that girl you've been talking about lately, what was her name? Alexandra?" My mom told me, and I instantly froze up. "Oh my god, mom, what did you say to her? Did you at least tell her we were leaving? I swear to god, I hope you did." I wanted to stress this to her, but she never listens to me. "You'll just have to see when you're 18." I just stopped and looked at her. "Holy shit, you were serious about that? God damn, you're strict." I blurt out, frowning. "Young lady, you're grounded. When we get to the new house, you're going to your room, and doing nothing but school work." My mom told me, before grabbing the collar of my shirt, and walking me out to the car, as if I didn't know how to walk.
As we passed by different things, such as schools, houses, and trees, I knew we were getting further, and further away from the town we lived in. Seeing a sign for Hartford, Connecticut, I knew we were farther away than I thought. We had been in the car for a few hours when we finally arrived at the new house. A two-story, gray building which looked like stucco. "Mom, how far are we from our old town?" Is all I can ask. "We're about 200 miles away." Hearing her say we were that far away made my stomach drop. It would be five years before I could get my phone back, which sucked. Opening the car door, I was told to go up to my room, which was upstairs. Walking into the home, it felt, roomy. Before I was allowed to look around, I did as I was told so that my mom wouldn't yell at me.
My room, which was currently a beige color, with white trim around the door frames, was pretty big. Not as big as my old room, but big enough. As there was nowhere to sit yet, I decided to take a seat on the floor and wait for my parents to come in. Turning my head towards the door, I saw my mom, who had just walked upstairs. "I hope you like your room. Your stuff will be here in about thirty minutes. Let's go get dinner?" Nodding, I stood up and grabbed my bag, following her back downstairs, sighing. "Mom, I miss Alex. I hope you know you ruined my life. She was the only friend I had." Looking back at me, my mom rolled her eyes and didn't say anything. "Screw you anyways." I finish before she turns around to slap the smile off of my face. "Don't you dare use that tone with me, young lady."
Alex Vause POV
After getting my phone back from the teacher, I saw it was a text from Piper, and my face was lit with joy. As fast as I could, I went to look at the text, and my smile quickly faded.
"Brat, I cannot see you anymore. I moved, and I hate you. Bye" This wasn't like Piper, and this clearly had to be her mom. Piper hadn't ever called me a brat, only her mom did. Tearing up, I closed my phone, before a group of girls walked past, laughing at me. "Fuck you. You're just assholes with no life." I shot at them before they turned around to laugh some more. "Yeah, and your mom works four jobs." I hated them and wished Piper was here. She always made me feel better.