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[indent]Blaring out of the surround sound stereo in the Lyons’ living room, and ultimately throughout the whole house, was [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKA70n2_COc]Girlfight Remix[/url] by Brooke Valentine, featuring Lil Jon, Da Brat, Remy Ma, & Miss B. Kylie Lyon, mother lion of Owen and Ruby, wasn’t even listening to the song because she had nose cancelling black and red gaming headphones on. The bodacious mother was too busy listening to DEATH and DESPAIR to care about whatever was on her daughter’s playlist. 

Kylie still couldn’t believe her daughter was taking a semester off to ‘do what she wants’. Why were they paying for her to go to college anyways? It was only her freshman year! And why did TROY act like it was no big deal?! Like Ruby convinced him without much effort at all… what the fuck was that talent? He didn’t even put up a fight! It’s like… Ruby was just like her. God it was annoying. Why couldn’t she be more like her father! Scratch that. There was enough anger in this household. She didn’t need another Troy or Owen.  

Oh-my-god! Don’t even get her started with HER SON and that, that.. that thing! She couldn’t believe he was doing this to himself again! She couldn’t believe he’d allow someone that literally crushed his soul back into his life. Ky was honestly fucking grateful she was home-schooled for most of her life. She didn’t have anyone ‘make’ her break up with Troy. If anything, he found her and from that point on they were inseparable. Sure, they had some hiccups that are unimportant and he almost was going to leave her but now they’re married and happy. And THAT’S HOW THINGS SHOULD BE. 
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Her PC was connected to the massive flat screen TV while she played DOOM, ignoring everyone that could be in her house. This was her time. Those who knew better, [i]knew [/i]Kylie rarely had opportunities to be in her [i]element [/i]because she was too busy being a nosey housewife, meddling in her neighbors’ affairs. She was in the zone and wreaking havoc in [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72S2aAxtZOs]Kadingir Sanctum[/url]. It was obvious why she was here. Kylie, gamer girl since forever, was here to kill, murder, and destroy the forces of hell because fuck them. Fuck ALL of them. She needed something violent to let out all this tension and later she’d fuck her husband to sleep. This week had been unreasonably stressful. She wore a black shirt and Troy’s plain navy blue boxers. On the desk in front of her were edible brownies, fried oreos, and a nice, hard bourbon drink cocktail called The Vow of Silence that paired nicely with the chocolate. Yeah, she’d cheat on her diet. What was the worst her husband would do to her? Besides SPANK her. And maybe, she needed it.

Ophelia knew they were making a mistake before they’d even entered the house. She could smell it in the air when they stepped up to the Lyon’s den, and she looked over at Trixie with a raised eyebrow before holding up a finger. She reached into her purse, digging around for a second, before withdrawing a bag, of Sour Patch Watermelon, which she shoved into Trixie’s hand. [b][color=#eda946]“Here. I’m gonna do you a solid, I’m gonna take all the initial heat. These are her favorite candies, just give them to her to ease the blow, okay? This is dangerous. I can hear it from here, she’s playing games. We’re walking into the pit of anger right now, the stomach of despair. We’re not going to get out of there safely, okay? Don’t expect to walk out of here without a few hits. This isn’t going to be like with me, or with Owen. There’s no guaranteed happy ending…”[/color][/b]

Ophelia grabbed both of Trixie’s hands, and squeezed them tight. [b][color=#eda946]“Just remember this, and keep it close to your heart. Use it on her if you need to: I fucked you. Me, Ophelia. You didn’t burn Owen on purpose, I made you burn him. We can make this work! But it’s hard, she’s a mother. And you never, [i]ever[/i] tell your mother something bad about your S.O., because they’ll never forget! You gotta put all the pressure on me, and I’ll take it. I deserve it, it’s fine. You have candy.” [/color][/b]Ophelia gave Trixie a quick kiss on either cheek, and looked toward the door.

[b][color=#eda946]“Ready?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“As ready as I’ll ever be.” [/color][/b]Trixie responded with exasperation. She knew she shouldn’t be annoyed, irritated, and pissed, but it was hard not to! She was facing the consequences and she [i]hated [/i]it. In order to handle Kylie, she’d have to simmer her fire but right now it was her fire that got her this far. Was she scared? Not really. She wanted to be with Owen and nothing was going to stop her anymore. Not even his mother. She’d own up to her mistakes, but she wasn’t going to retreat and break up with him if Kylie demanded her to. Fuck that shit. Her brown gaze rested on her gorgeous blonde friend who was visibly scared for her and wanted to take all the hits. Shaking her head, Trixie added, [b][color=#15603a]“If you’re going down, I’m coming with you. I’m the one that wrote Cowardly Lyon. Not you. I’m the one that gave Jamie permission to air out our baggage. Not you. Ultimately, I’m the one that broke her son’s heart. Not you.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“Yeah, sure, but I’m the one that did what that crazy ass bitch Hailey told me to do, so that one’s on me. Don’t worry about it, we got this.” [/color][/b]Ophelia explained, patting Trixie on the shoulder, before she turned and opened the door. She wasn’t about to knock, because she knew how loud it was in there — there wasn’t a chance in hell that any of them would hear her. With any luck, Troy would be sitting in the kitchen, drinking something heavy, and they’d have a chance at getting him to defuse the situation… but that was shot when Ophelia saw no one sitting there. [b][color=#eda946]“Great, well… to the living room, my dear.”[/color][/b]

From behind them, a curious minx with a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/67/a9/2267a9c01e7aeca7ec2b1638b61e77b9.jpg]dress[/url] on that showed more skin than not, approached the guests with a martini in hand. There was no sound of footsteps because she was barefoot and there was loud music playing throughout the household, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” [/color][/b]The college redhead suggested, with her ‘sounds like a stripper’ voice. [b][color=#2f6fc4]“If you do, at least have a martini with me.” [/color][/b]She gestured toward the kitchen bar. Trixie turned to see Owen’s sister and mentally thought: oh great. Ophelia knew that Trixie wasn’t fond of Ruby, for reasons being she liked toying with everyone, including her brother, which she had a weird, intimate relationship with. 

[b][color=#15603a]“Hello, Ruby.” [/color][/b]Trixie snarled, trying to hide her disdain. 

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“Hey Trixie-poo. You look good. You lose like ten pounds since I last saw you?” [/color][/b]The lioness playfully teased, while making a jab at Trixie’s weight. 

[b][color=#eda946]“I didn’t know you were back, Ruby, did hell freeze over?” [/color][/b]Ophelia and Ruby were… at odds, to say the least, but it was basically par for the course for them. They were friends! In fact, in some ways, Ruby was her mentor — but they were [i]that[/i] kind of friends, which meant that they were just… not nice to each other. [b][color=#eda946]“Is your mother [i]that[/i] bad, right now? This is kind of important. We’re already doing the exact opposite of what Owen told us to do — which is leave my house and come here so we could argue and get Kylie to stop hating Trixie so that Owen can date her without Kylie whining in her ear. It’s gonna be a hard fought battle, but dammit it’s a battle we’re prepared to fight.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“Wouldn’t it make sense for Trixie to do this on her own? Or does she really need you to hold her hand through this? I mean WHATEVER. You guys can do what you want, but this doesn’t seem like your battle, Fifi.” [/color][/b]Ruby maliciously retorted, which was only making Trixie’s anger increase. Balling her hand into a fist,  the latina held her tongue. She needed to calm down or this was going to blow way out of proportion. Was Ruby just here to be an instigator? Make things worse?

Taking a deep breath in and then out, Trixie looked at Lia and reluctantly agreed, [b][color=#15603a]“She has a point.” [/color][/b]

 [b][color=#eda946]“Even broken clocks are right twice a day, I suppose.” [/color][/b]Ophelia admitted, eyeing Ruby. Ruby had a point, but Ophelia wasn’t sure about sending Trixie to battle the wolves on her own… She sighed and relented, looking at Ruby, and gesturing toward the kitchen. [b][color=#eda946]“Wanna have a drink?” [/color][/b]She suggested, and without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Ruby by the arm and spun her round, leading her back to the kitchen. [b][color=#eda946]“Let’s catch up.”[/color][/b]

While the two other teenagers walked the opposite direction, Beatrix turned her body to face the door. This was it. This was where she died. Knowing well enough Kylie wouldn’t hear her if she knocked, she cautiously opened the door, tiptoed inside, and closed the door behind her. Whatever happened after this point was all on her. 

Ruby leaned on the counter, already with her martini in hand, and gave her [i]dear [/i]friend an impish giggle, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“So your life has gotten pretty damn interesting, huh? I’m curious. Why’d you do it? Why’d you listen to the great and almighty Hailey? When I found out the deets, I was like WOW that is [i]extremely [/i]out of character for you.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“Well, you know what they say about friends. Sometimes they make you do crazy shit — like fail zoology because you stopped going into class since the final was ‘so easy’ so you could party with them all night, and then you failed the final anyway… so you lie to Daddy and say you’re taking a semester to ‘find yourself,’ but really you failed out and you’re spending the tuition money on lingerie and alcohol…” [/color][/b]Ophelia paused and frowned, pulling a banana off of the fruit basket, [b][color=#eda946]“oops, was that too real?”[/color][/b]

This made Ruby’s full and painted red lips go into a wide grin. Still as smart as ever. This is why she [i]adored [/i]Ophelia Brycen. Taking a long, leisure sip of her drink, the eldest Lyon listened to the music abruptly pause and her mother hiss, [b][color=#dc143c]“What the fuck do you want? Can’t YOU see I’m KILLING SHIT!!?”[/color][/b]

Ah. Her mother was in the best sexual moods. The kind where she just needed it rough to calm the fuck down. Where was daddy when mommy needed him? [b][color=#2f6fc4]“That’s a bingo!” [/color][/b]Ruby had no shame of her fuck ups. Honestly, she believed her father did know she was a wild card, but hey, she was her mother’s daughter and she got what she wanted. [b][color=#2f6fc4]“At least I know where my priorities are. Do you?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“Just please, can you HEAR ME OUT?! Shut the fuck up for one second! Sorry! But LISTEN for ONCE to someone that isn’t YOURSELF.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“Trix is gonna’ die.” [/color][/b] Ruby laughed to herself. 

[b][color=#eda946]“We all die so we can live. Or something like that, I dunno. Plus, if there’s one thing I know about Trixie, it’s that she’s [i]really[/i] good at yelling loud and forcing people to pay attention to her. Just give her a minute…” [/color][/b]Ophelia said, nodding her head matter of factly as she peeled the banana, and chomped off the first bite. Then, she rolled her eyes and went back in on the important part of the conversation: talking to Ruby. [b][color=#eda946]“Yes, I know where my priorities are. Graduating high school unscathed, duh.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“How’s that panning out for you? Aren’t you like a huge disappointment to Auntie Belle now?” [/color][/b]Ruby grabbed the stick with the olives on them and slid one off with her tongue and straight into her mouth. [b][color=#2f6fc4]“Looks like you won one battle.” [/color][/b]She gestured toward the door where Trixie was, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“But have you talked to the other sweet, ‘all-for-love’ Candies?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#dc143c]“You have a solid MINUTE or I’m calling the cops!” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“Wow that’s a bit irrational but okay.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“I mean ‘huge?’ Huge is a [i]strong[/i] word if you ask me. I talked with Cassie, and that’s the important one. Plus, there’s this new little girl we’ve been hanging out with, so I think the Candies are still sickly sweet, don’t you worry.” [/color][/b]Another bite of the banana. Ophelia wasn’t sure how they always got to this point, but here they were. Ruby was like a 14 year old in an almost 20 year old body… So frustrating. [b][color=#eda946]“Have you told your mom you’re most likely [i]not[/i] going back to college? That sounds like a fun conversation, doesn’t it?”[/color][/b]

Leaning up, eating the last olive on her stick, Ruby shrugged, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“She’ll be fine. I know my mother better than anyone besides daddy. She doesn’t really have the right to talk because she rides the coattails of him, anyways. I have better things to do than waste my youth and my parents’ money at such an elitist school.” [/color][/b]Tossing the stick on the counter, the dynamite made her way to Ophelia and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“Hm, is Cassie your eye candy?” [/color][/b]This would be news to her if Ophelia actually found someone, but then again, this was a time of love. Both Hailey and Henry were pretty whipped themselves. 

[b][color=#15603a]“Your son is punishing me enough… yet you KNOW I make him happy. Why isn’t that enough for you? You should know better than anyone that Owen IS Troy’s son and regardless of what YOU say, he’s going to do what HE wants. And come on, Kylie. I shouldn’t have taken my insecurities out on anyone, but I’m just a kid. And I know I fucked up. I did the worst thing to your son. But even fuck ups deserve a second chance. I just. I don’t know. I was so afraid of being in someone’s shadow and when Hailey and Ophelia took me in their wing, I felt like I could conquer the world. Didn’t Belle make you feel that way? Mrs. O’Connor too? I had not only the pressure of living up to my mom and dad’s legacies, but the pressure of walking the halls like you did! And I guess, I forgot what really mattered in the process. I know now, Kylie. I know that the most important person to me is Owen and I promise you I will never hurt him like I did.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#dc143c]“That’s a hard promise to keep.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“So you’re gonna come here and fuck high school kids, dads you babysit for, and old divorced men? I know your play Ruby. I don’t agree with it, but I respect it. And for Cassie… I dunno. I’m not sure. Maybe she is.” [/color][/b]Ophelia took a step back from Ruby, shaking her head, and pointing at her hair. [b][color=#eda946]“Don’t touch the hair. It takes time to look this good, and you should know that you thot.” [/color][/b]She said, somewhat defensively — what, it was a big deal!

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“I’m a whore and proud of it. And of course I’m going to fuck and gold dig. God didn’t give me this body for no reason. Maybe I’ll get back into dramatic soap operas like when I was small. The world is my oyster and as long as I have other people’s money, I can do what I want. Travel. Star in movies. Or simply just have sex. That sounds like a [i]perfect [/i]life to me!” [/color][/b]With no shame, Ruby admitted, guzzling down the rest of her drink, before snickering and adding, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“Oh? I’d love to meet her. Maybe I will. I’m sure I [i]will[/i].” [/color][/b]She teased and winked, already setting a goal for herself to infiltrate her old highschool. 

[b][color=#15603a]“Uh- I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Hey you want a hug?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“Yeah, this is what BHHS needed. The real shot in the arm… Do you really think that there’s someone who’s, you know [i]of age[/i] that’ll hook up with you? Almost everyone is shipped! You’ve seen the wall!” [/color][/b]She’d worked hard on that wall for just this sort of situation, and now Ruby was just… being herself. [b][color=#eda946]“Don’t even [i]think[/i] about getting in there and trying to [i]ruin[/i] some of my carefully curated ships! I worked hard on these things.” [/color][/b]Ophelia barked, waving a finger in Ruby’s face. The girl may have been graduated, but Ophelia wasn’t about to let her [i]actively ruin[/i] what she’d worked to create! [b][color=#eda946]“Henry is taken now, and he was your best bet.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“You make me sound ancient and I'm just TWO years older than you."[/color][/b] Ruby glowered, hating the idea of losing her charm and beauty. Hating the idea of being old. [b][color=#2f6fc4]“If your ships are so ‘solid’ let’s put them to the test. Do you really believe young love will last forever? Hell, I still feel like Owen and Trixie have trials ahead, even if they’ve gotten over their biggest one yet.” [/color][/b]Fifi was so boring now. How was she going to confirm love was true if there wasn’t anything to make love strong? These poor high school students were caught up in fantasy land. They truly believed in happily ever after. Ha! It was laughable honestly. 

[b][color=#dc143c]“Okay… I’m better… do you want a brownie?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“It has weed in it, doesn’t it?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#dc143c]“JUST TAKE IT.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“Okay, okay fine.” [/color][/b]

The redhead chortled, hearing where the conversation had gone, [b][color=#2f6fc4]“Looks like my brother will have a girlfriend HIGH on life.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#eda946]“I mean, PRETTY MUCH, yeah. My parents, your parents, Joy’s parents, Scott’s parents, AJ’s parents… all those parents met in high school. Young love is the truest of loves, after all.” [/color][/b]Ophelia said with a wistful sigh, before she looked toward the living room with an exasperated glance. Looking back at Ruby, she shook her head, [b][color=#eda946]“it’s not my fault your sugar daddy broke your heart, don’t take it out on me! Just find another one. There’s a website for that, did you know that?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“Yes, actually. But what I do with my life is none of your concern and you might have a skewed perception of love because of our relatives, but our family is only a small piece of the real world. You can believe in your disney story, and I’ll believe in myself.” [/color][/b]

Before anyone could continue, the door opened and Kylie was holding the plate of brownies with one hand and her other hand was around Trixie’s waist. [b][color=#dc143c]“What are you girls talking about? Here have a brownie.” [/color][/b]The mother of the house put the plate on the kitchen island and wrapped her arms around Trixie in a loving embrace. 

[b][color=#2f6fc4]“Just catching up, mommy dearest.” [/color][/b]That fake smile was plastered on Ruby’s beautiful face. There was a fire in her eyes. Ophelia had hit a cord. Trixie glanced from her friend to her maybe-sister-in-law and felt the tension near immediately. Pushing the plate closer to the girls, Trixie added to Kylie’s offer, [b][color=#15603a]“It’s pretty damn good.” [/color][/b]

Ophelia took one of the brownies and shook her head. This was a bad plan, but whatever — it couldn’t get worse, could it? She grabbed it, and took a bite, before looking at Trixie. [b][color=#eda946]“Let’s get back to my house before Owen gets home.”[/color][/b]
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