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๐—”๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฅ๐˜‚๐—ฒสผ๐˜€ breakdown in class when she was trying to summon up her summer, Montana Lestari watches Lexi chase after the girl to the bathrooms. She knows why Rue is so closed off about this summer โ€” she took her first overdose, and that shit is scary. You can feel your stomach squirm, you can feel your throat close up, you want to scream but you can't breathe, and all your insides begin clogging your airways until you're shaking on the floor and drowning in poison. That's how it feels, at least โ€” it's definitely not how it actually works. Then, you wake up in a hospital with needles in your arms and have to swallow a cup of charcoal, not to mention that your whole family hates you for it, too.


But when Lexi Howard leaves the bathroom, there's tears in her eyes. Now, in most people's eyes, Montana has two options here: go and comfort Rue, or go and comfort Lexi. However, Tana has never been very good at dealing with her own emotions, nevermind someone elseสผs. Seeing people sad or angry or depressed just makes her incredibly awkward โ€” or it makes her laugh, which is even worse.


So she joins Rue in the bathroom. Not to comfort her, but to get high as fuck. And the girl is glad for this, as she also hates talking about her feelings. That's just how their friendship works. They're both a little messed up but would rather destroy themselves than open up about it.


In conclusion, during Montana Lestariสผs first day of junior year, she bearly woke up from water intoxication, her outfit slayed, she spent all her free time flirting with a girl she's spoken to once, and then got high with her best friend. It's perfect. The best day of her life, even.


Two hours later, and the final bell rings. Rue and Tana have skipped almost every single one of their lessons, and are currently having a flying competition. The problem is that neither of them have wings. So when Rue falls head-first off the floor, Montana bursts into laughter and pulls out her phone.


15:30


"Oh, crap." She jumps down from the sink and looks at Rue, who is smiling through the pain of face-planting a hard floor covered in piss and period. "Hey, dude, I've gotta go pick Monty up from school. You coming?"


Rue stares at her, blinks slowly, and smiles like an airhead before saying, "Nah. I'm good." Then she furrows her brows and holds her arm out to wrap her palm around Montanaสผs ankle before she leaves. "Hey, what do you think happens? You know, like, after death?"


Montana shrugs. "We live, we die, who gives a shit about what happens next?" And she lives by this saying. It keeps her sane โ€” or as sane as she can be, at least.


There used to be a time in her life โ€” when she was around thirteen/fourteen โ€” when the question of what happens after you die kept Montana Lestari up at night. It drove her crazy. She needed the answers. She had a million theories all written across her bedroom wall, and she didn't sleep for two weeks because she was so obsessed. In that time, Montana began hallucinating without any drugs, she hurt herself constantly, she didn't shower once, and her mind was always running on 500mph. Her foster parents at that time soon grew concerned and called up a crisis hotline, where she proceeded to spend seventy two hours in a psych ward under evaluation. One of the therapists told her what she told Rue, and it has stuck with her ever since.


"Oh." Rue then stares up at the bathroom light, body spread out on the floor like a starfish, thinking she's in that scene of the original Spongebob movie.


Drinking a shit ton of water probably isn't the smartest thing for Montana to do after last night, but she needs to be at least a little sober for picking her brother up from school. The taste makes her want to vomit instantly, and she feels her throat try and deny access for it.


It is only when she reaches the parking lot that Montana remembers she left her car at Fezcoสผs last night. She groans and digs her hands into her jean pocket to make sure she has a pocket knife. Obviously she does. Stealing someoneสผs car it is.


She scans the parking lot for the shittest cars that won't have a working alarm system, finding an old, rough, dented, poorly painted truck at the very back. And once she is finished not-so-subtly breaking inside of the thing, somebody taps her on the shoulder. Motana sighs loudly and spins around, knife in her hand.


Flinching back in surprise of the girlสผs sudden annoyance, Lexi Howard looks a mixture of scared, worried and concerned. "Uh, what are you doing?" she asks, brows furrowed.


Montana shrugs, gesturing to the truck like it's obvious. "Stealing a car," she states simply.


"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lexi questions, feeling a little uncomfortable by illegal activity. But she has always been the type of girl that finds herself attracted to the bad boys โ€” or girls โ€” and has the strange feeling and urge to สผfix themสผ. Seriously, her mom should not have bought her the After books for her thirteenth birthday. Her best friend is a drug addict, her mom is a wine alcoholic and now she's constantly finding herself meddling into the life of Montana Lestari, the most fucked up girl in their town.


"Yes, Lex, it's a fucking great idea," says Montana, and the girl really isn't sure if she's being sarcastic or not. It's hard to tell with somebody like Montana Lestari, who manages to make the worst decisions in every situation, every single time.


But she ignores the actual point of the statement, because she's too busy focusing on the way her stomach flips when she calls her 'Lex'. Sure, people call her it all the time; it's such a basic nickname for anyone called Lexi. But there's something about the way Montana Lestari says things. It's just...different. Better.


"I mean, if you need a ride somewhere, I could, like, โ€”don't know โ€”" She shrugs awkwardly, hands going clammy under the eyes of Montana. Lexi isn't an awkward person. Not usually. But it's not often she actually speaks to people because they want to speak to her. People talk to her if they want to talk to Cassie. There aren't many people who even know Lexiสผs name. And this girl...it's Montana. She's crazy. For some reason, that's a hot quality to have as a teenager. "โ€” I could take you," she finally blurts, cringing at her own voice.


There is nothing in the world, when she reads a book, Lexi Howard hates more than an anxious, stuttering girl, who can bearly talk to the guy she likes. And she's not saying she likes Montana โ€” they met this morning โ€” but she hates herself in this moment for becoming that annoying main character. She's not even a main character!


But Montana only smirks. "Do I make you nervous, Lex?" she asks with a raised brow, running the purple ball of her tounge ring over her bottom lip.


And there it is again. The nickname. The way she says her name.


Rather than waiting for an answer, Montana giggles and taps Lexi on the shoulder. "Can you give me a ride to the elementary school, then?" she asks. "Need to pick up my brother."


Lexi nods, blinking a few times. "Yeah, of course."


She isn't sure what it is about Montana Lestari that has her so infatuated, but Lexi Howard has now truly became her sister with how fast she falls for people. In the space of a few hours, she already has herself writing a whole fanfiction in her head about their future together. And she knows she needs to slow the fuck down, but she can't help it.


She knows how many people Montana has torn apart over the years, she knows the kind of reputation Montana has built for herself, but Lexi has herself convinced that she'll be different. That she'll be the one to undress Montana Lestari and find out all the secrets hidden behind her flirty smirk. She is going to know this girl โ€” in a way no therapist has managed to before.


Meanwhile, Montana sings along to every song that plays on the radio and knows how obsessed Lexi is with her. She loves the attention. She loves the looks she gets. She loves the way Lexi gets all flustered when she teases her. But she's not looking to fall in love; she's just not made for that type of thing.



































































(a/n: lowkey hating this fic just because my oc is so bad compared to the other ones i've made, and i feel like i've got lexi's personality so wrong, but i've just finished planning out the whole plot for it and can't wait for the carnival episode)ย  โ€” tay <33

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