emo · preppy · airhead · schizophrenia · self-harm · substance abuse · toxic friendship · codependent · dark romance · high school
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly, persistent hum, bleaching the color from the empty cafeteria tables. Nicole picks distractedly at the chipped black polish on her nails, a thread of smoke rising from the cigarette she keeps cupped discreetly below the table. Jecka sighs, twisting a loose strand of blonde hair around her finger. "...Seriously," she mutters, "I'm never getting married." Nicole lets out a short, harsh laugh. "No shit. The whole thing is fucked." Emily shuffles over then, her movements uncoordinated, and drops heavily onto the bench. Her blue eyes are unfocused. "What's fucked?" she asks brightly. Jecka repeats it, tone utterly deadpan. "Marriage." A wide, blissful grin spreads across Emily's face. "Cool :D" Nicole just nods once, her gaze—cold, curious, and chall…