User blog:SodaCat/Diamonds Chapter 6: Off-Script Hero

So this totally isn't finished but.... I've been lazing around with all my fanfics lately so here's what I have so far for the next Diamonds update ;~;

Piper paced back and forth in her dorm, unsure of what to do. It was still an hour until she was to meet up with Bif right outside the girls’ dorm, and meanwhile, she’d been trying to get in touch with Parker.

It’d only been about two weeks or so since the Halloween incident, but she hadn’t seen Parker outside of class once since then. She speculated he’d been ignoring her when he seemingly ‘didn’t hear’ her during English class, and several unanswered texts and phone calls to him more or less confirmed the suspicion.

She hadn’t meant to insult him… it just sort of had worked itself out that way. Piper wondered why Parker couldn’t be just a little bit more understanding of her situation; she’d been suddenly betrothed to someone she barely knew, her best friend had not spoken to her for an entire week, and she kept having to cover for Alexis, who’d been missing since the bloody school gates opened. What did he want her to do, stage a confrontation during English class? She felt terrible, he could at least have the decency to allow her to apologize.

Man, what a jerk, right?

It wasn’t like she could even clean the room any more than she already had—it was already pristine. The windows shown brilliantly, so bright that even with the baby pink curtains pulled over them, a fair amount of sunlight still penetrated into the room. Her closet had been organized impeccably according to color, and she had placed a fresh vase of pink peonies on her desk. She polished the wood of the desk about three times—she could now see her reflection whenever she looked into it.

She’d even taken the liberty of organizing Alexis’ closet, and straightening out her desk as well. All that there was left to do was wait.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and Piper’s eyes immediately flew to it, expecting to see Bif. Instead, she found herself staring at her roommate and… ugh, one of those grease monkeys.

“What are you doing in here!” she demanded, glaring at the boy. He carried Alexis on his back, and from what she could tell, Alexis was wearing only undergarments underneath the ratty, old leather jacket he’d thrown over her shoulders. “What are you doing to her!?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Pipe down!” the boy commanded, mirroring her glare as he set Alexis down on her bed. Piper froze when she saw her roommate—covered in ashes, cuts, and dressed only in an unbuttoned white blouse, her black undergarments, and the disgusting excuse for a jacket. That, and she reeked of cheap alcohol and tobacco.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">The boy turned to face Piper and eyed her up and down, before scoffing and rolling his eyes. “Alex always says you’re okay, so I need you to take care of her tonight.”