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22 Aug 2019
Sonja Acquino lives every day like it’s her last: getting fucked up, picking fights, and setting things aflame to make up for the dying fire in her heart.
Eleanor Oman lives on borrowed time with blood on her hands and one last chance to change before she’s dead in the ground from her own mistakes.
Sonny thinks Nell could be her salvation.
Nell doesn’t want to admit that she thinks the same of Sonny.
- Part 1 of She's Not Mine to Have
“Can I have this dance?” She laughs and almost loses her balance as she starts to sway. She was swaying to non existent music and for all Nell knew it was something akin to elevator music going on in Sonja’s head at the moment.
“Wow you must be really fucked up if you think there’s music playing.” She had a look of disbelief on her face as she hopped down so she was next to Sonny, her arms coming to wrap around the girls waist to help support her, because god knows that she couldn’t do that on her own.
- Part 2 of Play with Fire -- Sonja Acquino Oneshots
Sonja's fingers ran through Nell’s hair, she had truly run out of things to talk about or even say, and the air in the room started to feel stale. The silence alone was going to be enough to choke her. If she didn’t say something soon she would have to leave. So she did the most stupid thing she could do, said the first thing that was on her mind.
“Do you think Mr. Mime likes getting choked?”
- Part 3 of Play with Fire -- Sonja Acquino Oneshots
Sonja couldn’t believe it, she was actually going to kick Regina George’s ass. Or she hopes she was going to. She was hoping that Regina was going to show up. Knowing the girl, she was full of promises and never following through with anything. One of the reasons why Sonja absolutely despised the girl.
Sonja skated up to the school on her long board, seeing a pristine silver convertible in the parking lot. It was the only car there considering it was the middle of summer break, and there was no other cars. It must be Regina.
As she got closer, her suspension became true. It was Regina, leaning against the hood of her car, phone in her hands. She looked like she would rather be anywhere else, but here she was. Maybe she thought she was going to win? Highly doubt that.
“You showed up.”
“I’m not a coward.”