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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 12659

Updated: 2017-11-20 19:05


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D E N I A L

(n.) a psychological defense mechanism in which confrontation with a personal problem or with reality is avoided by denying the existence of it.

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"OWEN!" OLIVIA screeched as her brother smacked her face with cake icing and ran away guffawing. Olivia growled, taking off her velvet jacket for Brooke to hold and running after her brother.

"Come back here you ugly ass!"

"We're twins you idiot!"

"Do those two ever stop fighting?" Brooke sighed, taking another sip form her punch as she watched two blond heads bobbing through the crowd. "God, though. They're both hot."

Dean laughed and tightened his arm around Bleu's shoulders. She smiled at him for the sake of their status in school as the power couple and leaned over to place her head on his shoulder, suddenly tired.

It was their school's 60th anniversary. So to celebrate, the school held a party and everyone was required to attend for incentives. Bleu would rather just stay home. Why?

Movement to her right came across her peripheral vision and she lazily looked to see what it was. The door opened, and a tall, slim figure shyly slipped through.

Bleu caught her breath. Paris looked gorgeous in a silk nude dress. The dress hung from her shoulders in delicate ties and connected together at her front in a V, emphasizing her collarbones and cleavage. Her brown waves were down in soft careless curls, her naturally stunning green eyes needing and having minimal makeup, and her natural pink lips complimented her dress perfectly. She was sexy without meaning to.

This was why she didn't want to come. It's been a week since the kiss, and she had avoided Paris like the plague. She was confused as hell about her feelings, and being around Paris didn't help. And the annoying problem is, maybe being around her helped too much. All she knew was that being involved with an undercover princess was a bad idea.

But she already is and she knew it.

"Ooh Paris!" Brooke noticed the brunette and waved her over excitedly. "You look hot!" She complimented over the pounding music playing. She stood up to hug the green eyed beauty.

"Hey Par, " Dean greeted. "How are you feeling?" His concern for Paris as a friend was natural. Bleu knew Dean was really a caring person and his friends were always the recieving end of his affection. He had changed a whole lot over the year, and he always tells her it was because of her.

Since they were seated at a round table, the only space available was the spot Olivia had occupied, which was right next to Bleu. Paris greeted them all in return and tried to meet her eyes, but she wouldn't look at her. The brunette smiled at something Brooke said and sat down next to Bleu.

When her soft skin brushed against her own, Bleu got up. "I'm going to the bathroom." Looking at Brooke only, she quickly walked away to escape into the bathroom.

Thankfully, there was no one else in the bathroom. Bleu walked over to the sink and brough up a hand to clear a smudge at the base of her chin. Her chrome blue eyes stared back at her, her makeup done to perfection. Bleu Ivy never failed to impress with her looks, no matter how much she tried not to care. The simple red dress she wore matched her lips, her golden hair still in its half-up pristine condition. She looked put-together, at least. Unlike the mess that she was inside. She sighed. She should be out there flirting with her boyfriend and mingling with people, not hiding in the bathroom because the girl she kissed walked in the room.

Speaking of.

The door opened and Paris once again got Bleu's heart into overdrive. She really was just so beautiful.

"What are you doing here?" She arched a perfect brow whilst closing and locking the door behind her.

Ble

dark-haired woman had returned with Paris and the twins in tow, still ducking to avoid the gunshots. Bleu was ashamed to think that she was thankful there were a lot of people in the huge room. Everyone was running, pushing, screaming; the shooters couldn't see them behind the upturned table.

And just as quickly as it had started, it stopped.

Sirens sounded then, and the gunshots stopped. The police had arrived. Commotion sounded outside but Bleu wasn't listening. She was in shock.

"Paris, " the dark-haired woman was still checking Paris for shots. "We have to leave, now."

"No, Kael, " Paris said firmly, kneeling down beside Dean. "I'm not leaving them. They came for me, and all of this is my fault."

"It will get worse if you stay here longer, " her guardian said, holstering her gun and covering it with her shirt. "You're putting them in danger."

"Ohmygod where's Brooke?" Olivia frantically dragged her brother to his feet. "We have to find her!"

They left, and paramedics came to take Dean. Bleu was limp, shocked. Everything was just fine a few seconds ago. Now she was afraid to stand up to see the chaos around her.

"They're even more desperate to kill you, " Kael said in an accent Bleu couldn't quite place. "We must leave, now."

"I can't leave Bleu, " Paris implored even as her guardian was pulling her to her feet. The entire room looked like it went through an apocalypse. "I told her everything. If they catch her, who knows what they'll do to her to get her to speak."

Kael growled then, pulling Bleu to her feet. "Not a word. Our new place isn't even ready yet, " she then proceeded to ramble in a language Bleu could only assume was in curses. "I need to speak with your parents. You need your own bodyguard. I'll contact the Academy." She spoke to Bleu in short, concise clips. "You're lucky I came in time to protect Paris."

And right after she spoke to her, Bleu was englulfed in her parents' arms, their words of worry and concern going past her head. When they told her to grab her bag and follow them home with Kael and Paris, she numbly obeyed. As they walked outside, students and teachers were being wheeled in ambulances or were being tended to outside the school. Bleu felt sick to her stomach when she saw Dean enter the ambulance in a stretcher and tubes stuck down his throat, his mother crying beside him.

In the car, she looked down in her bag to find her phone.

Instead, she found a note.

Don't wait for the heart in the sink to become hers.

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