#catch that sea glass reference binch

[ecclesiastiisms]

not to be dramatic but ❛ 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔. ❜ ─ ♡。max⇝clem.

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clem and max have settled into an uneasy sort of truce, two former mean girls trying to pretend that crowns made of sea glass and bottle caps are just as good as silver and gold. it’d be short sighted to call them friends, but that’s the word they use when nothing else fits the antagonism unique to high school girls and PTA moms. they’ll sit on the bleachers, kombucha in one hand and cell phones in the other as they titter and gossip about boys and girls and teachers and drama that doesn’t matter outside of the world they’ve created out of lip gloss and cheerleading uniforms. it’s vapid and superficial, but it’s more comfortable than admitting anything has changed.

money and attitude dictates that clementine is the captain of the squad, both on the court and off, but she’s embraced maxine as her second-in-command, whether the brunette wants the role or not. norie settles into third place by rights of being max’s ‘ best friend ’ and the rest come tumbling after, scraping and scrambling for a better spot in the hierarchy. it’s a bloody battle waged in release day make up and seasonally trendy shoes, but it’s more pleasant by far than the other wars they have to fight. at least this one has winners─at least not all of the participants are damned from the start.

but, like any good gladiator battle, there are rules to the fight, rules that no one is supposed to break.

1. never break decorum, even when you’re broken and beaten2. never let them see your weakness, no matter how much you trust your waterproof mascara3. only play dirty when no one can see the blood under your fingernails4. don’t let anyone else see the fight; this is a battle for the fighters, not the spectators5. be as cruel as you can manage, but know where the line between cruelty and abuse is drawn.6. most importantly─no matter what, never acknowledge the life behind the glamour shots and bullying

right in that moment, maxine bronte has broken the final and most crucial rule of them all and the silence between the her and the red-headed queen bee is so deafening it would put a jet engine to shame. it’s not that the statement is false; if anything, it’s the reality of just how true it is that makes the words bury themselves in her like daggers. all one has to do is do a quick google search to see how fake her demeanor is, the reasons behind her bangles and how much of her hair is nothing more than an illusion. clementine sterling is a psycho mess, anyone can tell you, but it’s bad manners to actually acknowledge that in this kingdom of hers. 

fake nails tap unhappily against the solid surface of the gym floor and there’s a sharp wave of relief at the fact that they’re sitting alone instead of with her usual entourage of giggling sycophants.❝ a mask ??❞ her tone is terse, perfectly white teeth grinding together behind red lipstick.❝ what ?? like a fucking hockey mask like one of those dumbass horror movies ??❞ distract, disarm and fight back─ she knows this game well and she’s played it in much more dangerous environments than cheer practice. she needs the pressure off of her and onto max, no matter what that takes.❝ i know you’re nuts and like to see killers in perfectly innocent people so you can play the damsel in distress, but don’t drag me into your little game of play pretend. stick to accusing weird horror freaks, alright ?? i don’t wanna be stuck in a courtroom watching you fake cry for months like that poor weirdo. ❞