Drink The Kool-Aid by the Jug

Audrey Jensen was a complex individual- and that was why many avoided her. Not that she minded. She enjoyed it that way, out of the pointless politics of popularity. She much preferred creating her own movies, capturing the beauty- and the ugly of this pit of hell they called a highschool. After surviving a serial killer spree…Twice, you learned to appreciate the little things in life- such as you know…Living, breathing air. All of that shit.

Audrey sat down under the large willow tree that loomed over the field, resting her back against the rough bark while flicking through the footage she had captured on her video camera. Many would see the video’s she had shot as pointless, or mundane. But to her, and those who actually used their eyes. They would see the beauty, the carnage, the drama of each and every shot scene. Whether it be people just talking, a fight breaking out within the school cafeteria, or a weirdly intimate embrace between Teacher and student. Whatever it was, she had captured it to edit into a documentary about this place. Or, use to her advantage should the need for it ever arise.

She was enjoying the solitude when she noticed the sun seemed to be blocked, a shadow now cascading over her smaller, arresting-looking frame. Pausing, one of her arched eyebrows raised as her piercing gaze shifted to look upward at whatever was in her way. The moment she realised it was Steve, her expression softened slightly- though not by much.

“ You look like shit..” She offered up. Since the popular groups seemed to have disbanded after the entire shitshow that was their life, Audrey had found herself talking more often to those who wouldn’t have battered an eye at her originally, Steve being one of them. Continuing to look up at him, she finally moved her stuff so he could take a seat beside her, hands resting against her propped up knees, taking in the bruises and healing cuts that were decorating his sharp features.

“Did you get into a fist fight with a Masked murderer?” She joked, her sarcastic humour dripping off her tongue like liquid velvet. Leaning in closer to him once he had sat down so she could inspect them easier “Shit, they don’t look good. Who did you piss off?” She asked, concerned now replacing that dry humour she had been carrying only moments before.

Steve and her had never really hung around in the same circles before. While she was off fighting masked murderers and finding out dark secrets of the town she was born in. Steve was from a different town, and the students from that town usually stuck to themselves, like her lot from Woodsborough. So, from what she understood he had no idea of the shit happening in her town, like she didn’t know the shit happening in his town. It was just simply the way this highschool worked. That didn’t mean however, that if he needed support about his own town dramas that she wouldn’t offer to. She had, after all, survived almost being murdered multiple times.

Reaching down into her messenger bag, Audrey pulled out a mini bottle of alcohol that she had stashed away, opening it with her teeth before pouring it onto one of the wounds, grimacing for him- having a feeling it was going to sting like an absolute bitch. “I would have warned ya, but you seem like someone who can handle a little stinging, especially with a beating like that.” She smirked, head cocking to one side before discarding the now empty bottle on the grass beside her. “You wanna talk about it?” She finally asked, her softer side shining through momentarily. Because, under all the sharpness of Audrey Jensen- was a soft heart.

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