Realistic or Modern ❀ good girl gone bad ❀ [myah ‘n rusalka]

[Zyrelle]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄.

❝𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆..❞

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆



𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟: 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑 - 𝑟𝑖𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎.

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Never once in Delaney’s life would she ever thought she’d become a pusher. Everyone knew who her mother was. Valentina Wilde was the definition of the word ‘junkie’ she took everything from both her father, and herself. Their home, half of their lives, their reputation. Until she had nothing left to take. And eventually, she took everything away from herself too. Her family, her home, and inevitably her life. It was hard to be sad over the death of a woman who single handedly tore your world apart.

She was never known as anything else but the daughter of the junkie, that was at least until she pulled herself together and earned herself a new nickname - most people wouldn’t be happy with being labelled as the good girl, the girl who never did anything - the girl who was too good. But she would take anything over her previous nicknames. So, how had the known good girl become everything she promised she wouldn’t become?

✰ 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 ✰​

The sun was looming in the distance as Delaney came to a stop outside the gated park - a place she always came to whenever she needed to get away, and a place she would always meet up with Miles. They had been coming to this park for as long as they could remember. Casting her gaze over the empty benches, her eyebrows furrowed as she spotted the shadowed silhouette of her cousin perched on the swing.

A small sigh indicated that he had spotted her too, wasting no time, she hopped the fence before making her way over to the partially damaged swings. “He’s been laid off, Miles.”

Despite their noticeable age difference, you wouldn’t ever be able to tell the two were cousins, more like twins. Her aunt and uncle weren’t exactly people to gloat about - the Apple never did fall far from the tree when it came to her mother's side of the family, but still she adored him. Even if he was following in both his mom and his aunt's footsteps. “I know, Laney.” Shrugging his shoulders, he shot her a sad smile.

“You know I’d help you if I could, but I can barely handle my own bills, let alone somebody else’s too.”

Her gaze dropped to the mats on the floor, she wasn’t asking him to pay her bills, or lend her money, so it was unfair of him to automatically assume and make her feel guilty. But right now wasn’t the time to argue about it, she needed help. “I know that, I’m not asking for your money. I need help on thinking of an idea, how are we going to make money that fast?”

Miles rose an eyebrow, a sly smile painted across his lips. “Remember a few weeks ago when I joked about you becomin’ a dealer?”

Widening her eyes, she shook her head. “I’m not selling drugs, Miles. Not after my mother, you know I can’t do that.”

“Hear me out, you’ll make twice as much money as you would a regular job, you’ll never run out of a business, and I can even get you everything you need. You give the money to your father, you get to keep the house and you’re both happy.”

✰ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ✰​

That was how she had become a secret pusher. Everyone who came to her, did so privately. Her prices were extremely cheap compared to Fynn, a boy she refused to talk about. Mainly because she knew what he was like, what he would do if he found out someone was challenging him. The main and only reason why she warns everyone who buys from her, to stay quiet about it. Not that most people would actually believe anyone who told. But then again, her mother's reputation proceeds her.

Slamming her locker door closed, she makes her way down the corridor towards her classroom, not before clutching her books to her chest. She officially had two identities in this school. The good girl, and the girl brave enough to deal drugs behind Fynn’s back, right now she had to be the good girl. Nobody would catch on that way.

Heaving a sigh, she pushed open the classroom door, before heading straight towards the desk in the back, it was a good place for if she had to make deals.

 

[rusalka]

FYNN THOMPSON.




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Fynn Thompson had created an empire. Or, the closest thing to an empire an eighteen year old boy living in a small town could get. No one but him sold drugs to the students of Mislayton High, all the other former dealers had bowed to his rule, unwillingly, but they had done it nonetheless. He had worked for this position. And now, someone was threatening it.

Delaney Wilde. Fynn had never heard that name before. When he first caught wind of another person dealing on schoolgrounds, he assumed it to be one of the usual suspects, someone who already had a history with selling and now decided that it was time to test how far Fynn would let them go. Which would be dumb as fuck, because Fynn didn’t permit anybody so much as a millimetre.

And, apparently, they had learned their lesson last year, because this Delaney girl was a new player. She probably knew from reputation what he was like – everyone did, he prided himself on that - but she never actually experienced it first-hand. Now, she would.

He had found out when Josh hadn’t approached him in a while. Josh sought Fynn out twice a week, his weed consumption borderline concerning, and Fynn instantly grew suspicious when Josh didn’t show up for their usual bi-weekly meetings in the schoolyard. So, he had had a little talk with Josh – with maybe more threats and concussions than strictly necessary, but it had gotten him what he was looking for. A name. The confirmation that there was someone else right here, dealing in what was very clearly his territory.

He had to find this girl. If a rotten plant was growing in his garden, he needed to rip it out, root and all.

Josh had told him she wasn’t the type – that her reputation was spotless, good grades, good behaviour, good girl. When Fynn had looked her up on Facebook afterwards to be able to recognize her, he had gotten the same impression. Josh had also told him which class she was attending this morning, so Fynn navigated the bleak, overcrowded hallways to the school’s west wing. Whispers followed him. No one outright stared at him, but they all knew who he was and stealing glances if they thought him unaware had become somewhat of a habit by now.

When Fynn reached the classroom, he spotted the girl sitting in the back row, looking all sweet and proper and not in the slightest like she just sold illegal substances to some soon-to-be-addicts. For a split second, he wondered whether Josh might have lied to him about the dealer’s identity. No. He wouldn’t dare.

Fynn knocked against the door frame. Several heads turned to face him and he liked to imagine that their breath caught a little at the sight of him, that the silence that followed was a mixture of anticipation and fear. He gave them a slow grin. “Good morning. I’m looking for Delaney Wilde?”

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[Zyrelle]

Delaney’s head shot up at the sound of her name, her eyes widening as her gaze fell on the boy standing in the doorway of her classroom. She knew the only reason he would be here - the only reason he would know her name. Who had sold her out? Why would they sell her out? It was a known fact that her prices were a whole lot cheaper, why would they risk having to pay full price by selling her out?

Hell, even if he knew about her, she couldn’t stop. She refused to, not only did she need the money, but the adrenaline was far too great to pass up, the excitement she got from it. She was nothing like her mother if she only sold it and never done it, right?

As much as she would’ve loved to believe her teacher wouldn’t tell her to go, she knew he would. Everyone was terrified of Fynn, including herself. He wouldn’t say no to him. Even though only teachers are allowed to pull students from classrooms.

Unless you were making a deal, not many people knew Delaney’s name. She was the typical grade A good girl, only she kept to herself rather than flaunt in the spotlight, which was why she was stunned when the teacher shot a look in her direction, putting the spotlight on her. After all, it wasn’t everyday Fynn Thompson requested somebody’s presence.

“Miss Wilde?”

Slamming her art book closed, she shoved it into her bag, before slinging it over her shoulder. Not even bothering to glance at any of the bewildered students, she strode past Fynn, and into the hallway. If she had learnt anything during her years of High school, and living. It was to never show fear. That’s what got you caught, and eventually killed. Depending on who you’re faced up against.

Spinning on her heel, she turned to face him after the door shut behind her, raising an eyebrow. “You found me.” She hummed. “What do you want?”

Could he tell that she was terrified?

 

[rusalka]

The teacher actually dismissed Delaney from class just so she could talk to him. Fynn was so shocked that he froze, staring at the class, grin still in place. He knew he had sway with the students, but the teachers were another matter altogether. Coming here, he had expected to be forced to make up some excuse that Delaney was needed by another teacher elsewhere, but, naturally, the easier, the better. When he broke out of his momentary stupor, Delaney had brushed past him into the hallway.

The girl was brazen. Tougher than he had anticipated, staring him down all fiercely as if he was inconveniencing her terribly, and not the other way round. She was smart, too. Obviously she hadn’t intended for him to ever find out about her being a dealer, which meant she had tried to stay out of trouble as much as had been possible in her situation.

With first period now in full swing, the hallway was deserted. Fynn would have preferred to have an audience, because a few onlookers spreading the story about him putting the girl in her place would have been absolutely splendid for business. It wasn’t meant to be though, and instead of hushed whispers between nosy students, only silence followed Delaney’s demand that he explained himself.

“Oh, I was just thinking”, he said conversationally, “that cookie recipe your father posted on Facebook? Maybe it could use some honey.” He scoffed, his expression suddenly serious. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I want.”

She must have realised this moment was going to come eventually. He took one step closer to her, lowered his voice. The teachers might be lenient, and perhaps even in on the picture on what exactly he was doing, but one could never be too cautious. “This whole act you’re doing here, it needs to stop.”

 

[Zyrelle]

It was amazing how much acting could actually impact your life. He hadn’t caught onto the fact that she was shit scared, and maybe that was a good thing. She wouldn’t be as easily coerced into something if he didn’t know that he was a weakness right now. If he knew, he could’ve very easily scared her into stopping selling. Something she both, didn’t want to do, nor could do.

Her intention had never been to actually enjoy being a dealer, she had spent so much time trying to stay out of the spotlight, backing herself up into a corner where all she ever did was follow the rules - that she had completely missed her chances to be adventurous, to rebel. To have fun. And now that she was doing something slightly against the law, it was intoxicating.

The adrenaline rush was crazy, she had never experienced adrenaline firsthand before, being a grade A student didn’t allow for her to do activities where adrenaline was required. Maybe it was finally time to let that title go. She can have fun selling and not become her mother. Not everyone who done drugs became an addict. Her father occasionally used to do it with her mother, and he’s fine.

Cocking her head to the side, she shuffled from one foot to another. “What act?” She questioned, almost too innocently. “I know what you want, huh?” She shot back, rhetorically. Instinctively taking a step back as he stepped forward. “You’re really going to have to fill me in, I’m confused.”

 

[rusalka]

Fynn frowned. So she was going to make this difficult for him. He had to admit that he expected this meeting to go very differently, that she would be too scared to even try to oppose him.

When he had started selling drugs, he hadn’t expected everything to blow this deeply out of proportion, that he would be so good at it. But, it turned out, he was. He sold the highest quality stuff the easiest, the fastest, had expanded his business exponentially over the course of just a few weeks.

Early on, one of the other dealers had been very unpleased with Fynn’s way of doing things and had confronted him, thinking he could bully Fynn into submission. Fynn had answered his allegations calmly, seemingly unconcerned. In a fit of rage, the dealer had tried to punch Fynn in the face, but Fynn had caught his hand and twisted two of his fingers backwards. No one had bothered him ever since. He sometimes still saw the scene played out in his head – the scream of pain from the boy, the way he had clutched his hand, the quick flash of fear on his features.

Fynn saw some of that fear reflected in Delaney’s eyes the moment she took a step away from him. Her bravado didn’t falter, though.

Fynn sighed. “I don’t know why you insist on wasting both of our time here, but very well: you’ve been selling to some of my regulars. Don’t even try to deny it, Josh told me what you’ve been up to. So, that needs to stop. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but this is a monopoly, princess.”

 

[Zyrelle]

Even if Delaney knew the reason why he was there, it still made her freeze as he spoke it out loud. Maybe some naive part of her hoped it was all a joke - he wasn’t really there, and he didn’t really care about what she was doing. But she knew the moment she began dealing that this would inevitably come.

She had easily heard word about him, about how he became the dealer he was right now. She heard reasons why he was feared, whether they were true or false, she didn’t know. She’d find out soon, probably though. Then again, most of it probably was true. After all, why would the other dealers just...stop dealing?

Her brows furrowed at the mention of the snitches name, she could vaguely remember who it was, she was certain he was her first customer. So why would he sell her out? Was that why he hadn’t shown up a few hours earlier? Makes sense. But still, the boy in front of her must’ve done some damage for him to give her name like that.

A laugh bubbled past her lips at his words, she was surprising herself at this point. But what kind of person would she be if she allowed herself to be walked all over? Maybe he did scare her, but that wasn’t an excuse to allow him to scare her into submission.

“That needs to stop?” Shaking her head, she jutted a hip out. “Fat chance, princess.” Right now, Delaney had more balls than most of the boys in the school, nobody had talked to him like that. And maybe she wouldn’t of either, if he hadn’t pulled her out of class just to tell her to stop doing something she had every right to do - illegal or not.

 

[rusalka]

The girl irritated Fynn to no end. Mainly because, he realised with a growing sense of unease, he didn’t actually have a plan to make her stop other than threaten her a little and scare her which clearly wasn’t working. He couldn’t very well beat up a girl. He was an asshole alright, he certainly deserved people perceiving him as such, but he wasn’t that much of a horrible person.

Of course, he could roughen up the boys who bought from her, but this wasn’t how the whole thing was supposed to go. He wanted everyone in line, respecting him and his authority enough to not even consider seeing any other dealer but him. Lowering his prices to match hers would be admitting defeat, so that was definitely not an option. But he would run her out of business, one way or another. Defame her. Something like that.

That she stood there laughing at his face was not making things better. Maybe she was a tad bit unhinged. He wondered, briefly, what had driven her to all this. Why sell drugs when you have such a good reputation? With her grades she could go anywhere, do anything, and yet here she was risking all of that, for what? To make some quick money?

Fynn pulled a face, giving her a mock sympathetic look. “How sad. You really want to be my enemy, huh? Trust me when I say this would have been much easier for you, if you had just cooperated. But, have it your way.”

 

[Zyrelle]

Delaney rolled her eyes at his comment - but yet, she froze. She didn’t want to be his enemy, not at all. It was one thing going behind his back, but to become his enemy? That was a whole new level, a level she didn't want to be on. A level she didn’t have a choice but to be on. She couldn’t back down now, not after everything.

Maybe if she did just need the money, she would’ve quit by now. Given into the fear, but she liked doing this, it wasn’t going to become a permanent job for her, it was more of a side thing, something to do if she was ever bored. Summer would be starting soon, a summer which she definitely could have fun with.

“You know,” she started, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe i would’ve stopped if you asked nicely.” A bitter sarcastic smile toyed at the corner of her lips. “But you didn’t, you dragged me out of class just to tell me to stop.” With a sigh, she shifted from one foot to another. “Not even a please.”

Glancing past his shoulder to look into the classroom, her brows furrowed. There was no point going back in there now. Thing is, she never wanted a reputation as the good girl. It was the only...title available at such short notice, she couldn’t become somebody popular over night - so of course she had to go for the more nerdier option, she just wanted everyone to stop talking about her mother.

It was that thought, that helped her decide that she wasn’t going to go back into class. What was the point? It was almost over anyways. “Is it really my fault you’re too high priced now?”

 

[rusalka]

“So, that’s how it works with you? Someone’s nice and you do whatever they want? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fynn followed her gaze to the classroom behind him. Was she hoping to escape? Call the teacher on him? She could, and it would probably not end pretty. Despite his contrary behaviour, he couldn’t afford getting kicked out of school for dealing drugs. He knew that he was constantly teetering on the edge of going one step too far, of maybe angering the teachers too much, and then that would be it.

He could – and, most likely, would – deny any allegations if it came to that, but would anyone believe him at this point? As far as he knew, nobody had any hard evidence against him, only rumours.

Delaney turned away from the classroom to face him again, though, and so maybe that was off the table and she intended to handle this on her own.

She had some nerve, clearly. “It’s quality stuff. You have to pay more for quality. That’s how our economy works. Think of Apple. They’re also more expensive than anyone else and I’m, like, the Steve Jobs of drug dealers.” He really should stop talking. Why was he even justifying himself to this girl? “Anyway”, he continued, “you’re clearly not thinking straight right now. I’m feeling generous, so I’ll give you a little time to think your answer over. Let’s say we talk again in two days, hm?”

 

[Zyrelle]

The fact that Fynn was even offering to give her more time to ‘rethink’ her decision was a shock worthy thing in itself - she might not of known him personally, but with the rumours that spread the halls like wildfire, she felt like she did. And even she knew that he was being generous. But she wasn’t going to take the bait.

Arching a brow at his words, she shrugged her shoulders. “Two days? Sounds good to me, you should know though - i don’t plan on changing my mind.” She hummed. She was beyond thankful that he couldn’t hear her heart, because if he could, he would understand that she was not as fearless as she was acting.

Leaning against the wall next to the classroom, she shook her head. “And no, that’s not how it works for me, it just wouldn’t kill you to have some manners.” Knowing him though, it most likely would.