Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Mar 17, 2010 22:31:33 GMT -8
aleks yawned, pulling her thick dirty blonde hair over her shoulder, examining the split ends caused by the repeated curling, straightening and dying of her hair. the teen tossed another look up at the clock and was almost positive it was broken, she had to have been in detention longer then the twenty minutes the clock read. after all the time she spent in here you'd think she'd be used to it, but generally it was more full up with this. or rather it was more full up with her friends. roughing detention alone is what happened when lucy and ciel decided to bitch out from their look out spot outside of fifth period history and leave her alone to get caught with the answer keys for their midterm. fuck them, she thought, sighing, and leaning back in her chair crossing her arms and giving her best glare to mr. rushing who was hardly phased by her bitchy teenager act. that was, if he was even paying attention to her face. even teachers could barely keep their eyes above her chest or away from her legs which hardly ever saw a pair of jeans or really anything beyond a skirt - which was more like an inch or two of fabric parading as a skirt. the thought of dirty old men checking her out probably should've disturbed her more then it did but at this point she was used to being looked at and touched and heckled. she could handle it and no one ever honestly got to out of hand, some boys didn't take no for an answer and it took being a little more forceful with them but generally she ate up all the attention. she loved it, she wasn't going to lie and deny she loved being the center of attention and got increasingly bitchy every time someone happened to take it away from her. she came from a large family, it might have just been her, her mother and her sister her in chicago, but she was one of million nieces and cousins in her family. her and viktoria were on the younger side of their cousins, all of which were these super brains or married to doctors or cousins with outstanding little children, they fell to the way side, more because of their mother divorcing their dad. it was a no-no in their family, you got married and you got married for life. they didn't care that he beat her after he drank too much, you just had to take it. if he cheated, you figured out what you were doing wrong and fixed it. basically, her family was completely fucked in the head that way. she was pretty sure it was why her mother moved them to chicago after the divorce, it got them away from him and away from most of the family. moving from their semi-small town to the city had been a complete culture shock to begin with but aleks had settled into the routine nicely. it had been rough to begin with, she was the new kid in her less then upstanding neighborhood, she sounded different thanks to the light russian accent she got from her family and the barely there drawl that had faded completely by this time. she learned how to be tough pretty quickly, after several fights and more then one trip to the doctor to stitch something up because she'd gotten her ass kicked. once she'd learned to fight back pestering her wasn't fun anymore and her mom moved her to a school out of the district which threw her into a different crowd. she spent most of her time with those friends, at their houses rarely coming home on the weekends and maybe for an hour or two during the week where she'd pick up some clothes, make-up and head out to spend the night at a boyfriends house or one of her best friends houses. it pissed her mom off but she never did anything. just like today they called her mother letting her know she'd broken into a teacher's desk, was trying to steal answers for a test she intended to cheat on, despite her less then exemplary record they were only going to give her detention. her mom ranted and raved over the phone to aleks before aleks hung up on her, much to the horror of her principal and made her way back to class ignoring the sweat pants the nurse was handing to her because she was out of dress code for the umpteenth time. she was hardly caught in those tacky workout clothes in PE, fuck wearing them in place of her denim skirt.
her mom would yell at her some more if aleks made her way back home from the carnival tonight. the detention had thrown a kink in her plans and her bitchy friends had gone ahead without her promising if she called they'd meet her where ever at the carnival when she arrived from detention. the carnival wasn't exactly the most exciting thing to do on your wednesday evening what with it's rigged games and dodgy rides but with a little tequila and whatever scripts odette could life from her mom it became a little more interesting. which was pretty much your typical evening with her friends, getting fucked up and going to do stupid shit, doing whatever they could manage to get into a club here or there. hooking up with their university friends to get into frat parties. sometimes aleks felt a little out of place, she was the younger of all her friends, the freshman who'd managed to bag junior and senior friends, though her quarterback boyfriend, todd, she'd had to start off the year had gone a long way to help that. once they'd broken up, after she'd fucked his best friend one night after a game, she'd pretty much charmed her and arissana's way into a permanent position with most of them. lucy opened up a little more now that she thought she was free to date todd, which never went anywhere and still made her snicker every time luc got bitter about it, though one time it earned her a slap as she'd tried to make a subtle dig at aleks for being a whore and that's how she'd gotten todd. it mostly pissed aleks off so much because it was pretty much the truth. it wasn't any secret that aleks wasn't exactly the discriminating type but that didn't mean she wanted it thrown in her face, especially by someone who was really just as bad but they just put more effort into hiding it. which in her opinion was worse then being all out in the open and still talking shit about someone else for doing the something at least then you were just hypocrite instead of a shady hypocrite. that's just the way these people were, always playing some game or another and she'd fully grasped the "can't trust them as far as i could throw them" saying now. not that she wasn't much better then a lot of them but at least she had balls enough to own up to it. she wasn't going to deny she called you a whore or a bitch. if you were going to talk shit at least have balls enough to back it up.
those games were hardly on her mind today, it'd been a slow couple of weeks and she was just itching for something interesting to happen, it was half the reason they were going to that stupid carnival. maybe they'd pick up on a couple cute boys who didn't go to their high school but came for shits and giggles like them. she highly doubted it, but she could still fill the build up of something big about to happen. maybe not tonight or something but soon. things had been too quite lately for something major not to crop up, it fit the whole "calm before the storm" thing. which might should have stressed her, her friends never did anything half way but at this point she was more focused on staring down the clock, she had less then ten minutes and she was out of here, she'd head to her locker, get the tights she'd stuffed i their because it was honestly too cold for the skirt she wore. she spent most of her day inside so it didn't really matter but she'd never be able to stand the chilly november weather with bare legs. she was pretty much bouncing in her chair, counting down under her breath and when mr. rushing shook the bell on his deck signaling that detention was over she was already halfway to the door, practically taking out one of the many stoners that collected in the back of the class. she ran a hand through her hair as she made her way to her locker, tossing her school shit in there pulling out her purse and the bright red tights before she started putting them on right there in the middle of the hall ignoring the looks she'd gotten. Yeah, it was a little tacky but she didn't have time to go to the bathroom to change she'd barely catch the bus now as it is. she pulled the black trench coat from her locker and tossed it on, draping the red scarf over her neck before she shut her locker with a loud snap and hurried to the front of the school, she was still tugging the bunched up denim down as she cleared the steps and hit the sidewalk, just barely catching the bottom step of the bus as the driver was reaching to close the doors. she offered him a smile as she dug through he purse for the fare and tossed it in heading down the aisle and flopping into the first available seat and caught her breath. this whole getting left behind shit was for the birds and after twenty texts and still no reply from ciel she was getting even more disenchanted with their plans. when the bus stopped at the place were she would've gotten off to switch buses to get home she seriously considered getting off. she had a bottle of tequila at home she wouldn't have to share she could drink it and watch tv or something else as equally pathetic, she stood to get off when she felt her phone vibrate, she sat down again giving the driver an apologetic smile and pulled up the text message from ciel, "on ride, sorry. meet us out front. we're waiting." running a hand through her hair she turned facing the window, leaning her head against the class, trying to decipher the scenery that passed her until she hit the stop she needed.
as she stood to get off this time the driver gave a doubtful look but she ignored him, heading past him and down the steps heading towards the carnival and smiling at lucy, ciel and a couple of boys they'd rounded up. aleks shook her head a little after introductions were made and she followed the group of four listening to their conversation flow easily as she took in their surroundings. ciel's hand entered her line of vision, "lex! where are you? let's go on this." aleks looked away from the ball toss game she watching and laughed, do you want me to hurl all over you? she eyed the roller coaster wearily, "chicken!" ciel exclaimed before she tugged on aleks' hand and the frat boy next to her made a move to grab aleks around her waist and throw her over his shoulder which cause a great deal of squealing and giggle from aleks and ciel but bitter looks from lucy because again aleks was stealing her boy. look i'll go on fuckers, just put me down! she said trying to smile at lucy and shoot a sympathetic, "please help me" look. lucy rolled her eyes before she turned on a wicked smile stepping towards the boy aleks was thrown over and whispering something in his ear, which was probably completely dirty. he promptly set aleks back on her feet and she smiled at lucy, why, thank you. she said, crossing her arms over her stomach and falling in stride behind them. aleks got a little more leery hearing it creak but her mind was easily taken away from the faulty enginerring to a boy next to her as he leaned on the railing, "hey beautiful."
contemplating on how much of a whore aleks was, of fucking course. she felt a hand shove her roughly in her back into the boy and he was more then willing to slide his hands around her waist, "fuck, aleks you think you could try to keep it in your pants for one evening?" oh so this was lucy's payback for her being hoisted unwillingly over her chew toys shoulders? just fucking great. aleks tries to act embarrassed and slip easily from the dude's grasp but he tightens for a minute before he lets her slide easily away, i don't know how you could confuse me with yourself luc, we don't look a bit alike. she tossed back, turning to face lucy and stiffening as the guys hand brushed her ass, which was meant to seem like it was an accident but when it happened to you so often you learned between accidentally on purpose and true accident. this guy was not letting up. she tried to ignore him as he kept talking to her during the wait, giving noncommittal answers but lucy was still fuming and when they all made it to the gate she waved aleks ahead, "my scarf is caught, sorry guys." she said, eyeing ciel meaningfully, aleks stepped onto the platform and one of the workers takes her by the elbow leading her to a seat and as she turns around she sees lucy, ciel and the boys all leaving and another worker leading the creep to the seat next to her. fucking fabulous, she mutters under her breath pushing her bangs from her face, trying to ignore the niggling in her stomach.
the ride, though claiming to be the silver bullet, can't go fast enough and she all but jumps over creepy guys lap to get out, but he steps aside letting her go first and the look on her face shows he got the hint. he acts unaffected giving another easy smile, "nice to meet you, aleks, maybe i'll see you around." he says as he let's her walk ahead of him and aleks returned the sentiment, smiling and trying to rush away from him. too bad lucy and ciel are nowhere to be seen. she feels the urge to stamp her foot as she continues walking on, searching for the bright red shock of ciels dyed hair. she pauses near a stand that has closed down for the evening and tries to stretch above the crowd. a flash in the corner of her eye distracts her and she drops back down to her feet, but they're knocked from under her and an arm is thrown around her waist and a hand is over her mouth. fear freezes her and for a second she really hopes it's one of her friend playing a stupid joke on her. that was lucy's humor for sure. except she'd being dragged now, no one even aware that she's just been taken two feet away from them, now she tries to kick and bite at the hand pressed over her mouth but it's too tight, forcing only her own skin between her teeth.
whoever has a hold of her opens a back door to the display she'd been standing next to and pushes her into the dark roughly, this was a horrible way to learn something new about cheesy carnival set ups. she tries to get to her knees, and scream, but a small light is turned on and she's already being weighted down by someone. the cologne that washes over her is the one creepy rollercoaster guy was wearing; old spice, her favorite. sick rolls in her stomach, and she tries to scratch at him or kick but her body doesn't move, her words won't form and she can't scream. she can feel the tears rolling down her face as calloused hands catch on her tights and the denim skirt is pushed up, she can whimper when he pulls at her coat, popping the buttons off and he tugs at the low v neck shirt, ripping the flimsy cami she wore underneath it. a scream finally escapes her as his teeth more the graze the skin across her collar bone and she can move again, she tries pushing on him, scratching at the skin of his arms but he literally growls and grabs her hands pinning them above her head in a move she'd once that was kind of hot when eric had done it to her in the janitors office between spanish and pre-calc. "shut up." he presses his mouth roughly over hers before she can feel him roughly push against her. she keeps trying to scream or move and it doesn't stop him , and her throat feels raw, when he's finally done with her. she tastes the blood in her mouth, see it smeared across his and he stands to pull his pants back up and aleks moves. leaving her tattered stockings and pulling roughly at her skirt as she pushes hard against the door he'd pushed them through, she can hear his voice behind her and feels him catch her hair and instead of letting him tug she tugs against it, screaming again as the hair rips from her scalp as she meets the cold air again and she runs, behind the displays, garnering a shout or two from people coming out of the back of them for break or something, even passing by a couple who was taking advantage of the semi-privateness of it. she finally clear the gates, pulling her coat tightly around her covering up her bruised chest and smearing the blood across her face as she tries to wipe it away as she keeps running through the crowd and shoving. she runs all the way home, stopping only twice to get sick, and she ignores her mothers bitching beginning as she slams the front door. she's tripping up the stairs, tears obstructing her view and her mom starts in on a coming home drunk lecture again. aleks can barely make the words out above the rushing in her ears but she makes it to her room, shutting the door quickly, locking it, and shoving a chair against the handle. she collapses in the middle of the floor, sobbing and getting sick again, before she tries to crawl to the bathroom. she removes all of her clothes quickly, peeling them off like they were covered in filth - which were covered in blood, vomit and the obvious. she turns the water on as high as it will got as hot as she can take and scrubs violently at her skin, not satisfied until it's bright red and in some places it begins to blood until she curls up in the corner of the tub and lets the tears come again, sobs shaking her violently.[/blockquote][/justify][/font] [/sub]
