~Ch. 1~

~Detroit 1999~

You walked down the grocery store aisle, looking around for the whole wheat bread your brother asked you to buy, but given your long shift at work, you were probably too tired to realize you probably will grab the wrong bread and get a tantrum from him. But like you cared. You scan through the shelves of loaves of bread indifferently, barely glancing at labels for whole wheat until without further notice, you feel a jam at your waist jolting pain at your waist as you stumble a few steps back.

"Hey you-" before you could finish, you realize who was pushing the shopping cart. Words were stuck in your throat in speechlessness as you look at HER face. She...That...bitch

Kim, just as shocked as you are, broke the silence between you two, "(y/n)...is...that...you?"

Realizing you shouldn't even look at her in the first place you turn around quickly running to the cashier and paid for your groceries hurriedly, just running and running, running away from the past.

Oh you really thought that was the beginning collision? 😂 You're fucking hilarious. Like a simple smashing of a shopping cart against you would be the start of a story. This is the REAL beginning:

~Flashback 1987~

You walked down the school hallway hands in your sweats pockets and head to the water fountain, mouth yearning for a drink. But before even reaching 2 steps to the fountain, you collide with someone who intentionally came in your path, a jolt of light pain on your upper torso as you collide into HER. You knew it was her before she could say who she was.

"Hold it, whore," Kim spits.

You stayed silent trying to go past her for the water fountain.

"Back the fuck up you fucking cunt," Kim yells pushing you against the locker, glaring into your eyes but giving you no sense of fewr "I'm only going to say this one more time, Marshall is mine you bitch!"

You sigh hopelessly for Marshall's girlfriend, holding little patience for her constant misinterpretation, "Kimberly Anne Scott, for the last fucking time, Marshall is just my best friend-"

"Like I don't know you like him! Admit it (y/n) and maybe I won't beat the shit out of you!"

You roll your eyes. She can't even touch a hair on you and she's bullshitting all this. Before she was about to spit another "threat," an expected disruption arrived. "

KIM?! What the fuck are you doing?" Marshall asks in disbelief running over to come in between you and his girlfriend.

"Marshall, why are you still in contact with-"

"Kim, really? We talked about this yesterday! I kept telling you (y/n) and I have no shit between us but best fri-"

"Ugh fuck it. I don't wanna hear it again," Kim storms off, but you knew she would be back.

You sigh, "Thanks."

He watches Kim storm down the hallway, getting smaller and smaller with the distance and replies not looking at you, "Sorry about that, (y/n)."

You shrug, "It's only a normal day if she threatens to kill me."

Marshall chuckles.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Marshall asked flabbergasted.

You look away, already hopeless of this ending well, "I'm moving in 2 days..."

Marshall growls pacing back and forth, "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME EARLIER?!"

Because you never had the courage to. You wince only replying, "Marshall please stop yelling..."

He shook his head in bitter disappointment, despite how little of it he showed, "I thought you could trust me with everything, (y/n). Thanks for being deceptive about it." He turns his back coldly, walking down the school halls as his figure slowly shrinks in the distance, never glancing back.