Buckley x Leesa [New! Chapter 3]
[Leesa] I reported the events of my first day dutifully to my mom when I arrived home yesterday afternoon. Some version of “not so bad,” was uttered before I dashed upstairs and busied myself with unpacking and organizing. Not for one second did I allow myself to fret over the unabashed staring or the borderline rude but seemingly innocent questions. The chaos that ensued from being a tiny, defenseless human released into a sea of unaware Goliathian teenagers was no laughing matter, but in all fairness, it hadn’t been that bad. My mom was sure to remind me as such last night as we treated ourselves to take-out pizza and a chick-flick. Between Bridesmaids and My Big Fat Goliathian Wedding, I chose the former mostly for my own sake. With my anxiety still at an all-time high, I focused mostly this morning on what it looked like to keep my composure today after it had been so easily shattered by two terribly unpleasant experiences with Goliathian boys; both
Buckley x Leesa [New! Chapter 2]
[Buckley] “Senior year, Buck. This is supposed to be a party.” Rubbing my hand over my face, I lifted my eyes to my smiling, dark haired friend beaming down at me, beer in hand, eyes crinkled and glazed over with intoxication. Offering him a tired, half-assed smile in dismissal, I leaned back into Troy’s family’s couch that I had been enjoying several iterations of since kindergarten. Jace jokingly shoved a finger into the side of my head, which I swatted away, and rejoined the crowd loudly gorging themselves on pizza in the kitchen. Normally I’d be right there with him, but the conversation I had endured as I had walked out the door this evening from my parents was still clouding my mind more than the alcohol I had socially partaken in did. Swallowing, I noticed the way it sloshed in my stomach with unease. With a groan, I rolled my head back and battled between sticking it out at this last party of the summer and walking home to imminent parental scrutiny.