H E R

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c h a s e  a t l a n t i c

swim

❝ I'm exercising demons, got 'em running 'round the block now, 

you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out ❞

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p a n i c

sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, often causing wildly unthinking behavior.

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     Pacifica awoke on her bed, and whipped her head to clock. It was 5 in the morning. Her internal clock was beginning to set in, the same routine she had for most of her life was back. The same one where her mother would be waiting downstairs and still scold her even if she was on time. It seemed flaws weren't allowed in that household.

     Alexandria had explained that Pacifica had got a mini kitchen, mini bathroom, all the essentials because of her family's heritage, and of course; money. Rubbing her forehead, she began a cup of coffee and quickly took a shower. Taking out a notepad, she wrote down a list.

     1) Plan the welcome party for students this week. 

     2)Meet Dipper in his office. 

     Since when did they make Satan have an office in hell? Man, that's weird, she thought, scribbling away.

     3) Figure out the Journal.

      "I don't think I'll be able to do that," sighed Pacifica, shoving it into her pocket, tying her hair and walked out her room.

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     Knocking hesitantly on the door which was labelled "Boys Head Prefect", she waited for an answer. Hearing footsteps shuffling and the creak of a door, it opened to the devil standing in all his glory.

     His hair was as perfect as usual, as well as his clothes and office itself. Except his eyes, they looked tired, and hurt. But then again, it could be Pacifica reading too much in something so little. So she thought.

     What was noticeable was that he had a slight cut on his right, beautiful eyebrow. No, not beautiful. 

     "What happened to your -" she got cut off.

     "I asked you to come yesterday, however today is fine, too, come in," he said in a low, cool voice, stepping aside and closing the door behind her. Pacifica took in a sharp intake of breath as he passed by her to sit in the comfy seat across the large, glossy, mahogany desk.

     He smelt nice.

     No, no, no!

     Focus on the task, Pacifica! He ignored you!

     "Your eyebrow - "

     "Ignore that and proceed."

     Wringing his hands together, he raised his eyebrows at her as she sat down. Dipper looked as though he was waiting. Waiting for what, she thought. OH! I have to give my ideas, of course!

     "So, I was thinking we could decorate the gym - if there is a gym?"

     "You don't even know if we have a gym, see, you needed that tour," he said smirking. 

     "Oh, zip it. Anyways, if we do have one, we'll decorate it, get a DJ, smack a ticket booth of like, $5 per person at the entrance, a disco ball? And, um, flyers to hype it up, I guess," muttered Pacifica, playing with her hands.

     "Stop fiddling with your pretty hands, it's distracting," grumbled Dipper, "Moving on, do you know your budget? Or should I ask, do you have a budget? Have you raised any money to conduct something at this scale? It may be small, but do you have volunteers? Flyers? Have you already created posters?"

     All Pacifica could hear was the thundering heartbeat in her ears, blood rushing to her face, and could almost prepare herself for the disappointment. Her mother flashed before her eyes, and she felt drained. She began to panic and anxiety pooled at her stomach.

     "Well - I - um," stammered Pacifica, eyes wide, heartbeat racing and anxiety beginning to claw at her throat. "I didn't know - I - you never - I had like one day - and - "

     "I'm joking, please calm down," smiled Dipper, however his expression was somewhat worried. "I'll do it this time for you, but next time, I expect you to have it done, I mean, you are the artist prodigy, aren't you?" He flashed a grin and suddenly got up, handing her a bulk of paper, which looked like bright flyers.

     "And this is a list of people who will be coming to help you at around 12pm today, so see to it, and your deadline is tomorrow 4pm, understood?" he said, handing a paper with names. Pacifica nodded, heartbeat beginning to rest and blood rushing to her cheeks.

     "Thank you," she murmured, hurrying out of the room and hearing it close. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She did not expect him to help her, at all. He was so weird at times, so nice yet so cold. It was simply a nuisance.

     "My, my, my, a little lady like you shouldn't be holding such a massive amount, it'll hurt your delicate hands, I'll take it," swooping like an eagle, hands grabbed the weight from her arms and held them like nothing. "The names Bill, little flower," said the tall boy with caramel eyes, winking at her.

     Everything about him screamed a big no, but Pacifica flushed red.

     "I am not delicate, okay? You can give those back," grabbing them back, she began walking outside.

     "Don't you need tape? I can provide, y'know," he grinned devilishly, striding past her to block her way, tape swinging from his slender fingertips. This boy - Bill - had dark brown hair and the tips dyed to a blonde hue, almost yellow. It looked like it glowed.

     "You can help me, but, just be quiet and do not call me delicate, or little flower, you buffoon," she huffed, handing him the papers and taking the tape. "You give me paper, I tape it, okay?"

      He simply grinned, but it did not look innocent. 

     "Feisty, I see why he likes you, this'll be interesting," he murmured, however it was too low for Pacifica to hear.

A/N: I updated! I'm not on a roll but I'm doing pretty good. Plot is coming together, my dudes. Introduction to new characters too! Bill ma man is pretty hot but evil loooool. Hope ya'll are good and safe because you're all precious. Dedicated to reishu because they're so positive!!!