Can you do #72 and #87 for Montgomery De La Cruz ?
Here it is! Sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. I started my internship last week, which takes up a lot of my time, and I have other personal stuff going on, then I got sick, so things have been crazy lately. But I’m going to try to get back on track with getting these drabbles posted. Thank you bbs for being so patient with me <3
72. Are you really taking his side right now?
87. You gave me a black eye.
“Are you really taking his side right now?” Clay looks at his sister incredulously, his mouth almost gaping open.
She’s standing in the school’s courtyard between her brother and Monty while Tyler wipes blood from his nose. The fight happened before she walked by, but from the looks of the aftermath she can guess what started it and how it ended.
“I’m not the one in the wrong here!” Monty yells, throwing his hands up in agitation.
“You gave me a black eye!” Tyler yells back. His right eye is in fact bruising and swelling in a grotesque way. Monty really did a number on him.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t be taking pictures of people without their consent” she snaps at Tyler, her eyes narrowing.
The other night she had left her window open while she was changing. She almost always remembers to shut the blinds, but for some reason it had slipped her mind. Unlucky for her, a certain someone with a camera happened to be lurking outside at just that moment. Unlucky for Tyler, a certain low-key hookup happened to notice him leaving the premises. Judging by the situation at hand, Tyler must have gotten some pretty good (or bad, depending on how you fit into this scenario) shots like she and Monty and suspected.
“You were taking pictures of my sister?!” Clay interjects, turning his attention towards Tyler now. He didn’t know Tyler had been creeping outside of his house. He also didn’t know that his sister was sleeping with Montgomery De La Cruz, resident douchebag.
“Why is Montgomery even involved?” Tyler directs the attention back towards Monty, looking at him oddly.
“Yeah, why do you care?” Clay asks, his face confused. As far as he knew this literally had nothing to do with Monty.
“Hi, hey, hello, why don’t we focus on the real issue here,” she waves her hands to attract their attention towards her and away from Monty, “Tyler, give me the memory card, and if you ever try taking pictures of me again I’ll kick your ass myself.”
She outstretches her hand for Tyler to drop the card into, which he does before quickly gathering his belongings and taking off. She meant what she said and Tyler knew it. She was most definitely capable of kicking someone’s ass, and in that way she was a lot different than her younger brother. She’s smart like Clay and kind, but she’s also aggressive and impulsive. In that way she can relate to Monty.
“So, I’m just wondering, but when did you become my sister’s keeper?” Clay arches an eyebrow at Monty, his arms crossing over his chest. He didn’t know they were ‘friends’, or that they had even ever spoken to each other for that matter.
“Hes’ not,” she snaps before Monty gets a chance to open his mouth, “I’ll see you at home, Clay.”
She walks away from them, hoping that that’s the end of it. The last two things she needs are pictures of her in her underwear circulating around the school and her brother finding about her and Monty. It was sweet of Monty to defend her, if that what’s you want to call it, but it attracted attention, and she didn’t want that. Nobody could know.
“What, not even a ‘thank you’ for saving your ass?” Monty grabs her arm lightly, stopping her from walking any further.
“Thanks for wrecking Tyler’s face? Thanks for almost blowing our cover? I’m sure Clay is gonna have a lot of questions when I see him at home later,” she yanks her arm back.
“I had to do something. You know what would happen if those got out. People would have a lot to say about it,” Monty looks at her with wide eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. He thought she would be at least relieved that the pictures had gotten out. He also doesn’t like the idea of anyone else seeing her like that. He likes having something that no one else can have. Something for his eyes only.
“Yeah, people like you. Had it been anyone but me you would’ve been making crude comments the moment you saw them. Why don’t you think about that,” she shakes her head, leaving him to ruminate with her parting words.
He watches her walk away, the heat of frustration blossoming in his chest. He wants to hit something, but there’s nothing suitable within reach. She’s right, and he hates it. He’d be one of the first to jump all over pictures like that and make many crass jokes. It’s not a surprise she wants to keep him a secret. He’s got a long way to go before anyone would have the nerve to pair their name with his.