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Days like these, Lexi felt the grief that had already torn her heart in two. She missed her parents, yes, but she missed them even when they were alive. They were never around. Her mother was always out working day to night shifts at the Whyte Wyrm whereas her father took weekly, sometimes monthly, trips out of town to do god knows what in order for them to get enough money to live in their four bedroom house. Lexi knew they did it for them but she couldn't help but to be slightly bitter towards them for it. They were dead and all those shifts and business trips took away time they'll never get back.
No family is perfect and just because her parents are dead, doesn't mean she was going to start painting them as saints. That was something she hated that people had a tendency to do. As soon as someone dies, they mention all the good things about them and forget their faults, they forget they were even human to begin with and start dehumanising them by proclaiming them to be a god.
She also missed the times she had with her boyfriend, Chuck Clayton. When they would go for late night drives to the diner, walk for miles until they found a good place to sit and watch the sky or in some cases finding the right spot for a make out session.
Chuck had said he loved her first, Lexi hadn't replied. She couldn't. It was something that she could never tell anyone, it made her feelings all too real. It meant people would know how weak she was now that she had a weakness for people to exploit. He, of course, didn't understand that. His feelings were hurt and they ended up not speaking for a week before she bought him a milkshake and fries and brought it to him in bed. Then he decided to forgive her but only because she refused to give him the milkshake if he didn't.
Lexi was one of those people who missed the relationship she used to have with people, rather than the people themselves. She didn't missed Chuck Clayton, he had been the one to hammer his way into her heart only to leave it in shattered pieces like crumbled cement. But she did miss the memories of being with him, the happiness he brought her.
Two things had destroyed Lexi over summer. The first was her parents' death, the second was Chuck Clayton thinking he could keep Lexi as his girlfriend while he went around and slept with other girls. This hurt even more when she was told the exact words he had said aloud to the football team, 'let's see how many girls I can fuck before Lexi finds out'.
Lexi knew she couldn't fix her first problem, what is dead will stay dead. But she could certainly initiate her plan of revenge on 'Mr Fuck Clayton'.
"Is it done?" She asked as Jason jogged up beside her. They were standing in the middle of the courtyard where students had packed into their picnic benches with their lunch.
Jason nodded out of breath, "Nearly, he just got out of the gym showers. He should be here in about five minutes."
"Good," Lexi smirked mischievous as she saw Cheryl walk through the doors where she was waiting for Chuck to come through. "I'll be right back..."
She didn't wait for a reply as she strutted towards the redhead, her eyes scanning over Cheryl's figure while also trying to keep an eye on the door. "Hey Cherry."
Cheryl turned towards her with cold eyes, "Lexi."
"What is that all you're gonna say to me after—"
"That kiss was a mistake." Cheryl whispered angrily, "I'm straight anyway, you were just an experiment."
Instead of getting upset, Lexi smirked. "I was going to say after I let you borrow my shirt..."
Cheryl glanced down and realised she was wearing a cute button up shirt that Lexi had forgot over at the Blossom house. The brunette had a habit of leaving some of her clothes over there for when she slept over for a movie night with Jason.
"But now that you mention the kiss—" Cheryl groaned causing Lexi to laugh in amusement.
"Lexi! Look, he's here." Jason came up beside them and pointed over towards the door of the school building. Cheryl's cheeks lit up like a bonfire as she thought over the chances that her brother might have heard them talk about the kiss, but her attention quickly went towards the door that Lexi and Jason were staring at.
Beside the door, at either side, were Archie Andrews and Reggie Mantle stood waiting in anticipation and in each of their hands twin bottles of the Blossom family's famous Mable syrup.
As soon as Chuck stepped outside, the two took off the lids and squeezed the bottles so that the honey coloured goodness spat out at the desired target. Chuck yelled in protest as the syrup stuck to him from each of his sides, travelling from the top of his head right down to his knees, coating his clothes and skin in it's sticky substance.
Jason held out a white plastic bag in front of Lexi as she grinned cynically at the scene. She lifted her eyes to Jason to see him grinning just as wide as she was before sticking her hand in the bag and grabbing a handful of its contents. "I still think the baseball bat was a better idea."
"Shut up," he scolded before nudging her to hurry up and execute the plan.
She marched over to the boy who broke her heart and smirked as he glared furiously at her. Hiding her left hand behind her back, she used her free one to run her index finger over the syrup on the side of his face. He huffed in pure anger as she took her finger between her lips as she tasted the sweet honey.
"I always knew you looked sweeter than you tasted," she trailed off looking him up and down in mockery. Flashes went off beside them as the whole school gathered to video and take pictures of the scene.
"Lexi—" he began before she cut him off.
"You just got mable syruped, Clayton." She brought her hand back around and held it out in front of her as she blew the white duck feathers into his face where they stuck into place.
The brunette turned, ready to walk away back to were Jason was lying on the ground in laughter and Cheryl stood in shock with just a hint of a smile on her face. But before she did, she paused. Turning back, she grinned wider than ever before, "Oh, and Clayton?"
"What?" He spat as the syrup dripped onto the ground from his chin.
"In case you didn't realise," she paused again for dramatic effect, "Fuck you."
