You got me ringin' Hell's Bells

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My temperature's high Hell's Bells

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I won't take no prisoner's, won't spare no lives

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The party was actually going pretty well. Better than planned and far better than the disaster that had been the last party she threw at her house. More than half of the school was there but she was in a fantastic mood the past few weeks so it didn't bother her in the least. She had been attending to her hostess duties with the utmost care while imbibing in just enough booze to keep a comfortable buzz. Seeing that the beer was running low she detached herself from Sim for a few minutes to sneak in for a couple cases of beer.

Meka walked into the kitchen, cut off from the noise and the chaos for just a few minutes and ducked into the fridge. She heard the kitchen door open and shut and someone stumbling in. "Bathroom's down the hall, first door on the left," she informed the newcomer without taking her head out of the refrigerator.

"I know where the fucking bathroom is. Slut," the familiar voice ripped through her.

"Kekoa," she said softly. Standing up straight she looked across the kitchen at him, leaning in the doorway and sighed. "Damn it Keko, you're drunk as hell," she sighed, turning to set the beers on the kitchen island.

"And you're a dirty slut," he grumbled, stumbling closer.

With only the refrigerator door between them, Meka gripped it tightly and tried her best to have a neutral face. "Don't call me that," she said, anger bubbling in her stomach.

"Just tell me," he said finally reaching her. He slammed the door shut between them. "How long before you were fucking him? Did you even wait to break up with me or did you go crawling back to the skeeze ball before... before you left me."

Meka didn't know what came over her but she slapped him. Very hard and very suddenly. Kekoa was just as quick to react. He grabbed her neck in one hand and slammed her against the refrigerator. He pressed his body against hers, getting into her face.

Of all the times to be caught without her wand... she tried to slap him again but he caught her wrist and twisted it. "What... what the fuck is this?" he asked shaking her hand in her own face, referring to her ring.

Her eyes darkened. "Sim gave it to me."

"Sim? Sim! Why the fuck... he doesn't... he turned you into a slut is what he did. He's gonna get rid of you as soon as he's bored, he doesn't really care about you. And why the fuck should you care? You're a whore anyways!"

"That's not true!" tears finally pricked against her eyes but she'd be damned if she let him see her cry. She felt useless as it was, she just couldn't fight him off.

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"We dated for months and you only put out that one time," his hand was dangerously tight around her throat. "And you've been fucking this guy for how long? That right, I heard about the lawn incident. Who the fuck does that?"

Meka turned her face away from his. Panic gripped her and she knew she had to get away. "I didn't even want to have sex with you that one time, you pretty much made me!" she clenched her fist as tight as she could and with all her might she punched up, clocking him in the side of the head.

"I get it! You didn't want to fuck me then cause we were together." Kekoa wasn't deterred even though his ear was ringing on the side that Meka had punched him. "I thought this was the way sluts liked it! I know you want me!"

"Please Keko, just let me go," her whole body was shaking against him.

"No!" he said stubbornly. He pressed his face against her neck, breathing heavily. "Why won't you just love me?"

She pressed herself as close to the refrigerator as she could. She just wanted to get away from him. "I never loved you," she said quietly. Kekoa pulled his face back and looked at her, hurt clearly painting his face. Without further warning he slapped her hard across the face. Meka felt the sting and tasted blood in her mouth. It had all happened in a matter of seconds, she just couldn't believe how quickly the night was turning out to be another nightmare. Kekoa pulled his fist back for a punch and Meka did all she could. She braced herself for it.

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A while had passed since Sim had last seen Meka and since he was not going to be engaging anyone else in conversation in case he ended up in a scuffle again, he had time to wonder where she was. Maybe it was because he had watched Scream the night before, but that chick got murdered when she was going for beer, right? It didn't take much deliberation to have him pushing off the wall he was resting on and go looking for his girlfriend.

When he heard voices in the kitchen he stepped into the room just after Kekoa slapped Meka. Sim may have gotten into his fair share of fights, but beating up girls was completely unacceptable, it was like a code. When Sim saw that Kekoa wasn't done with Meka he sprang into action, within a couple of seconds he had grabbed an empty beer bottle and smashed the other boy over the head hard enough to crack the glass. He was seeing red, more red than he had ever been before as he punched Kekoa with his fists, one of which was bleeding profusely where the glass had shattered.

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With Meka's eyes pressed shut tight against the ensuing punch she never saw Sim coming. Neither did Kekoa. The scream of surprise made Meka open her eyes to see they were no longer alone. Blood was running down Kekoa's face and Sim's fist. She stood in stock silence, too scared to move. She tried to speak, to tell Sim to stop but nothing came out, she just felt silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

Kekoa had even had a chance to fight back. He sent a useless drunken punch aimed at Sim but he was disoriented, near blacking out. "You bastard!" he slurred.

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"You. Don't. Hit. Girls!" Sim yelled between punches, hardly feeling any he was recieving in return. He couldn't remember last time he was this angry but also scared. He was scared something could have happened to her. And then what?

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Kekoa sputtered and flailed but didn't really accomplish anything in return. He was getting his ass kicked and there was no denying that. "She was mine," he muttered drunkenly.

"S-Sim," Meka finally managed weakly. "Sim stop," she didn't dare move lest Kekoa get his hands on her again.

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Meka's voice brought some sort of clarity for Sim and he eventually stopped, panting and looking up at her sort of covered in blood. He looked down at his hand which was still flowing.

"I had to do it" he defended himself, looking back at Kekoa with a blank expression. No remorse came.

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The temperature's high across the sky

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Parties were not fun in the slightest when you weren't drinking. Faith wasn't sure why she was even bothering to stay sober when this thing was getting draggedo ut of her the first chance she got, but as it was, she hadn't touched a drop since her period had been late. She was carrying around a flask with kool aid in it, but at least it didn't look suspicious, loads of other kids had flasks too.

She had bene watching Leland for pretty much the whole time she had been at the party and she was starting to think he might think she was giving him the googly eyes, which was sort of horrifying. Yes, he was pretty hot, for a jock, but there were more flaws than she cared to note, possibly the biggest being that he had got her pregnant.

"I need to talk to you" she shouted above the noise of the party finally, tugging on his sleeve for him to duck into an empty bedroom.

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Leland had been enjoying the party but he had noticed the blue haired nerd watching him all night. Sure she was hot and kinda funny but he'd be damned if he was going to start seeing a nerd. Adjusting his hat he stepped away from a group of friends and walked over to get some more beers.

He was almost caught off guard when she tugged on his sleeve and pulled him into an empty bedroom. He stood at the door awkwardly and watched her. The fuck is this... "Uh... what's going on?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Faith jerked him over the threshold and closed the door behind him, then seemed to think the better of it and opened it again, before finally slamming it shut with a scowl. "Nothin' like what you're thinkin'" she snapped, wringing her hands.

"So, you know what happened? On Valentines and things got crazy, right? Well I was wondering if you remembered... much about it. I mean, after the legos and all that crap." She was rambling, and pulled on her hair with frustration.

"Did we use protection?"

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Leland's head was spinning as she talked at him. Valentine's dance? He remembered waking up next to her, the rest of it was foggy but he did remember Legos and... fuck.

He plunked down on edge of the bed numbly and dropped his head into his hands. "Fuck," he mumbled. "Oh fuck," he squeezed his eyes shut. "I aint got nothin'," he said a bit defensively. "Aint you on the pill or whatever?"

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Faith's lips drew into a thin line and her eyes flashed dangerously. "No I'm not on the goddamn pill because I don't fuck around with anyone. At all. And I definitely didn't expect to have a fucking love potion put on me so I end up screwing some shitty jock again!" she hissed, her voice rising.

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"Some shitty jock?! Fuck off kid I was perfectly civil to you in the morning! And I wouldn'ta done nothin' if you didn't want it!" he said standing up indignantly.

"The fuck is going on here?" he asked stepping closer.

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"I would never want that!" Faith shouted, pointing at his pants. Who did this jerk this he was calling her a kid? "I'm fucking pregnant you dumb bastard!" she yelled, shoving him in the chest and turning away, suddenly remarkably interested in the contents of the dresser behind her.

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Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight

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Sasha wasn't even sure why they bothered coming to these things. He knew in the end he and Faith would end up getting bored and do one of two things. They would either make a stupid decision (like getting tattoos) or they would go home and watch bad movies. This evening he was really hoping for the second option. He was in a shit mood anyways. He just wanted to find her and get out.

Brooding through the house he finally caught a glimpse of her blue hair leaving a bed room. Lo and behold that fucking jock left after her and went in the opposite direction. He let it go for now, obviously she was more important. It didn't take much to catch up with her. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Faith," he said gently.

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Faith turned, total relief on her face as she instantly recognised that voice. "Hey" she sighed, running a hand through her hair and staring after where Leland had disappeared. She hoped he would be okay, or at least drink enough to pass out fairly quickly.

"Let's get out of here" she pleaded.

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"What did he do to you?" his fists were already balling up at his sides. He was ready to kick the kid's ass despite not knowing why she seemed so upset.

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Faith placed a hand on Sasha's chest firmly. "Nothing" she groaned, pouting up at him. "Just drop it."

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Sasha's eyes narrowed, he put his hand over hers. "I do not believe you. If he has hurt you in any way I will kill him," he growled.

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"I'm not hurt! Do I look hurt to you?" she snapped, holding her arms out before crossing them over her chest. "I could handle some jock by myself anyways" she grumbled.

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