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Allison would like to have said that she couldn’t believe her eyes; but she could. She had long suspected. 

Tonight was supposed to be [i]their[/i] night. She had finally won the Shining Star after four years and she had done so with a freshmen squad with little to no experience. He had netted a record for forty points against Pinehurst, a record which was doubtful to ever be duplicated. They were the celebrity power couple of Massachusetts and life was supposed to be good….

Yet there Francis was, in the arms of his teammate Russell Lord, embraced in a way in which Allison only dreamed that the golden Callahan would be with her. Her eyes drifted to the flashing light of a camera taking the [i]”couples”[/i] photograph. To the curly haired shutterbug, this probably wasn’t out of the norm, just a beautiful shot of beautiful people doing a beautiful thing. They probably didn’t realise that within the frames of that photo, they had caught the crumbling of her perfect world. 

For the briefest of moments, her mind fluttered to the thought of photographs and their contents. So many little pictures in the world that sealed moments in time, both good and bad. She thought of how many of her photos were so posed, to portray the life that she wanted but not the life she had. She considered the strangers in the background, the ones whose lives she would never know but who were caught in that one snapshot, potentially in their own moment where their dreams came true or died a death by a thousand cuts.

Funny thing about photographs…

When Francis and Russell broke their kiss, his eyes finally met with Allison as she stood watching him. They did not exchange heated words of rage or passion, just a knowing stare. Francis was now free to be who he was supposed to be. Ally always knew that whatever they were and whatever the world's perception, they were not perfect. She loved him, in a way but their lives together had always been preordained by the law of Americana: the popular girl and the popular boy destined for each other from the moment the social hierarchy in the community was born. This was the end of that.

As the tears began to well up in her eyes, Allison spun on her heels and hurried out of the living room and into the decrepit kitchen where she had left her squad. She looked upon her baby team and the place they were in. This was wrong. She shouldn’t have dragged them here, especially not to this side of town.

[color=FF1395]“Go home, girls. Party is over for you”[/color]

She hurried past them and out into the garden, heading towards a small shed at the rear.

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[color=D3D3D3]“FUCK!”[/color]

Charlie was panicking now; everything was fucked. He had spaced on Poppy and ReyRey was probably preparing to murder him in that moment. It was supposed to be simple really. An impromptu party at Rey’s needed a dealer, so Charlie was pulled off of the corner and placed in the garden to be the designated pusher. All he did was go to the bathroom and some drunken idiot had messed with the set up. Charlie didn’t know what had been mixed with what, which was incredibly dangerous. As he scrambled on the floor, trying to place everything back into its rightful container, the door to the shed swung open and in stepped the undisputed queen of Edenridge High.

[color=FF1395]”Well well”[/color] Allison placed her hands on her hips, still dressed in her cheerleading uniform she glanced at the boy on his knees, her lips into the slight wry smile that she was famous for. [color=FF1395]”You Charlie? I hear you’re the man with the product tonight. Didn’t think I’d find it all over the floor though”[/color]

Jumping up to his feet while fumbling around with the chemicals he had pulled from the floor, the freshman boy threw everything onto the table. [color=D3D3D3]”I…erm…yeah I got stuff but I don’t think I can give you anything, weed maybe? The stuff is mixed and I don’t think it’s safe”[/color]

[color=FF1395]”Honey pie”[/color] Allison placed a gentle hand on Charlie’s cheek; her almond shaped eyes singing to him as they did with everyone. [color=FF1395]”Today has been a very difficult day for me. My Mom is a criminal, my boyfriend is gay, none of my friends are here, I didn’t get into college and I’m sleeping with my best friends boyfriend who also just so happens to be your fucking boss. I do not care about [i]safe[/i] right now. Give me something that is going to help me escape this fucking town or so help me God, Charlie I will send ReyRey in here and you will be dropped in a barrel and buried alive”[/color]

Taken aback by the sheer forcefulness that Allison was showing, Charlie didn’t know what to do. [color=D3D3D3]”Allison, I really…”[/color] Without another word, the cheerleader snatched away a baggy from the dealers pile and shoved him back into the table. She was half his size but that didn’t matter. There was no strength behind her action, only fury and rage. She stormed back out towards the house.

Charlie hurried out of the shed, nearly knocking his friend Jade out with the door. He looked towards the blonde, who had seen everything and began to run his hands through his messy dark hair.

[color=D3D3D3]”I think I just fucked up”[/color]

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[color=FF1395]”I hear this is the room where it happens”[/color]

Allison entered the bedroom where ReyRey already was laying and she climbed up onto the bed and then straddled his waist. She shook the little bag that she had taken from Charlie before spreading it out across the Latino man's chest. [color=FF1395]”No Vivia tonight”[/color] 

[color=Gold]”Not tonight, I’m all yours mami”[/color]

For a moment, she was transported back to the bathroom she had shared with Penelope James earlier that evening and reminded of something she had said to the younger girl [color=FF1395]”It's all yours”[/color] Was it really? That was supposed to be the plan. Everything was supposed to be here but now, all she had was glory that would soon fade away. With every second, she could feel herself slipping, disappearing, being forgotten. Who cares anyway?

She bit her lip and began to move ever so lightly to tease the gangster. As ReyRey caressed her soft, silky legs, Ally formed lines from the drugs that lay before. She grabbed an already rolled up dollar bill and snorted the lines from R2’s chest. More and more she inhaled until it was all gone. She lifted off her shirt and leaned down to press their chests and lips together.

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