Not you too?! (Fifi)

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Can I just borrow my phone to text? I assure you it won’t be to blow this damn school off,” he groaned, walking over to the man over the next table. I’ll do that after I graduate. Oh how he hates this part of the bargain. Power suppression he can deal with, but monitored electronics use? Oh for crying out loud. It’s not like he’s like Mia who can paralyze whole cities with just a flick of her fingers (oh how he wishes he had that power). “If anything, I’m pretty sure you can scan it if it violates anything. You’re a technopath right?” Boy did that leave a sour taste in his mouth. It’s like he’s in prison or something.

Well at least he doesn’t have to wear that tacky orange overall.

He let an audible sigh of relief when the man promptly handed him his phone. “Finally,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he sat back down.

Fifi. It’s been half an hour. Where are you? Do you even plan on showing up? Or did you forget we’re meeting at the library today?

[Fifi Hart]

Fiona took a look over from her Chemistry book to her raucously vibrating cellphone. She snatched it up and flipped it open without first looking at the number. It was a mistake. Her mood was instantly ruined.

I'm getting a new tutor. I can't trust you.

She tapped back quickly. The part about getting a new tutor was a lie. She had actually tried the tutors around campus and, unfortunately, none of them compared to Zac. The kid had perfected the way to talk to Fifi about science, and JD's notes filled in whatever holes Zac couldn't.

Now she refused help from both boys.

Yeah, her loyalty to Moe ran that deep.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac jaw dropped when he saw the text message. While he was initially not for the thought of tutoring someone, it kind of grew into him already. (Well, Fifi did anyway; he’s not sure he’ll be doing any of the sort anytime soon).

Huh? Is this a sick joke?

He tried to rack his brain for anything he’s done lately. Fiona isn’t really in his bully-to-death list, so really the biggest thing that he could’ve done to offend her is to have Mia flash her pictures to the crowd. And he’s fairly sure he saw no photographs of her in there whatsoever.

Oh god. She’s not as shallow as Estelle and made such a big fuss of it, right?

Because JD/Fifi can not not happen. At all.

[Fifi Hart]

You made Moe cry you little fuck. Don’t you think he’s had enough from assholes like you?

Fifi shot back, getting up and pacing around her room. She had really wanted to punch him. Just sock him right in his sexy smug little face. But she couldn’t. Really she couldn’t risk going back to jail, but on the other hand?

Fifi really had started considering Zac a friend, a “good guy” in relative terms. And he had just relapsed in the worst way possible: by taking sides with that cow-bitch Mia.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Of course it falls back down to making ‘the sweetest boy alive’ cry. Fuck you.

While he never really had any ill will towards Moe during the whole Talk fiasco (he actually felt bad that the first picture Mia showed was his), the fact that his overreaction had been the spark that ignited most of the hate made Zac think twice about the sympathy he felt for the little pixie. ‘Cause if he hadn’t stormed off like most people, Zac said, then the rest of the onlookers and those secondhand-let’s-join-in-the-mob-so-we-can-be-cool people wouldn’t be too involved in this case.

‘Cause really, he hasn’t heard anything from anyone defending Levi, or Evan, or Talen. It was all Moe this, Moe that. What a whore.

And don’t you think you’re overreacting? It was just a harmless prank. Vincent would’ve been proud if he was the one who saw his picture in there. That little fuck is enjoying all your sympathy. Didn’t know you were as shallow as that Fifi.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi could have crushed her phone in her hand she was holding it so tight. Her thin fingers shook with both rage and tension. Tears popped up in her eyes as she responded viciously, her chemistry long forgotten.

I'm not just talking about Moe. He's my best friend and I'm obligated to hate you for him. I'm talking about the other kids too. Levi and Evan? Christ did you ever even think about how many

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She paused for a moment, sniffling dramatically and pushing the tears out of her eyes with the heel of her palm

people you'd be hurting?

Fifi had never thought about how many people her actions could reach. Until wasn't until her return that she'd even bothered. And now it really bothered her. Guilt sucked, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Not even an idiot like Zac.

[Zachary LaRousse]

At this point in time, there’s just no reasoning with Zac. None at all. With no guilt to hold him back, no conscience to make him think twice about his actions, he’s probably off burning more bridges than he could ever imagine. Add his ever-growing rage at the people thoughtlessly joining the bandwagon and, well, he’ll probably turn into a sociopath sooner or later.

After sighing and shaking his head a few times (truly, he thought Fifi was different), he finally collected his thoughts and began typing out his reply.

If people were a bit more open, then no one would be ‘hurting’. And besides, you think we haven’t received enough shit from people yet. Not that it bothers me, but it bothers me that JD and Robbie are bothered. We had our powers suppressed. My money stripped from me. But no, it isn’t enough. They have to be thrown in jail for crying out loud. As if prison will reform me.

Might as well kill me if you’re at it you know.

Sadly sarcasm doesn’t translate well in text messages.

[Fifi Hart]

Jail was the last straw.

Zac didn't know shit about jail.

Come to my room. I want to show you something. Now.

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Fifi snapped her phone shut and started digging.

She still had her intake and release forms.

It was time to come clean.