Southern Constellations

Romany Fitzgerald wishes one day to lead a frivolous and harmonic life pursuing her dreams, but first, she must complete the exhausting challenge of being an actual teenager. Romany believes her vicinity is filled with people who just do not understand, in fact, nobody understands. Most of all, there's a person she would give her left arm to avoid.

Austin Orion.

Hell-bent on bringing beautiful chaos into Romany's life, can Austin and Romany build a steady friendship on the ruins of a lifetime of hatred? This seems far too surreal for Romany, but she is unknowing of the hell and torment waiting for her around the corner; she was yet to lose possibly the most important thing she had in the world; music.
But she still has the constellations for guidance; looking for answers in a world that doesn't know the question, can Romany delve deeper into what is meant to be and follow her heart?

Did fate fall short this time?

A/N: Rated red for bad language and trauma.


2. Two


It was Tuesday, and I was feeling more optimistic about today than I was yesterday. I still wasn’t attractive and still didn’t have a vintage 1970’s red bicycle, but I had art today, which was good enough for me. The littlest things can improve my mood, like when the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, and glitters the rooftops in sunlight early in the morning, or when my favorite song comes on when I’m walking to school, and I have to try my hardest not to lip-sync my heart out, or when I find a five dollar note on the floor and place it firmly in the depths of my pocket.

First period today I had Music Tech, followed by Fine Art after. I walked to school in a record 8 minutes and 45 seconds today. Not that I was counting intentionally, it was habit I had when I was bored.

“Good morning ladies.” I beam at the three girls standing before me. They look between each other as if something is wrong.

I roll my eyes, “Sorry, can’t I be in a good mood for once?”

“And what is the cause of this unexpected, impossibly good mood?”

I shrugged, “I really don’t know.” They didn’t really take note of my answer because they were all staring behind me with disbelief, their mouths slightly ajar.

“What?” I asked, and Grace turned to me.

“Why is Vic Nichols calling your name and walking this way?”

I turned around and Vic and his posse of friends were undoubtedly approaching me. Walking with him were his friends John, Parker and… Austin. My face crunched into a soft scowl at his presence.

They stopped walking, but Vic proceeded to walk closer until he was within arm’s reach.

"Hey Romany, um, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to mine tonight, and—" Austin began shouting at him to hurry up. Jesus, give the guy a chance to speak. Vic rolled his eyes, “I gotta go, but here’s my number, give me a shout and I’ll give you the details or whatever.”

He turned away, and just like that, he was gone. I turned around to see my friends looking how I felt, completely astonished.

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.” Grace said, waving her hands at me, “did Victor Nichols just ask you to his house and gave you his number?”

“Um,” I looked down at the piece of paper, “yeah, looks that way.”

Whywhathowwhy!?” Felicity said indecipherably fast.

“We’re doing a partner assignment.” I shrug.

“So he picked you?” Kaye added, then she realized how she’d said it, “I mean, I don’t—I don’t mean it like that, I just meant, but he’s so popular and you’re so..”

“Not?” I say, placing the paper in my pocket for safe keeping.

“I didn’t mean that.” She said irritably.

“Well, he didn’t have a choice, we had to work with the people we were sat with, calm it guys; he didn’t voluntarily choose me.” Of course he wouldn’t choose me.

“You get to go to his house!” Felicity exclaimed, still excited. “You have to tell me all about it.”

I nodded along, still a bit dazed about how the most popular guy in the entire school has invited me to his house.


“You need to wear this,” Kaye told me, handing me a tight dress. I laughed heartily before handing it back to her.

“No way. It's a partner assignment, not a brothel.”

“Fine, this.” This time she handed me a navy blue skirt and a pale blue and white checked shirt. On top of this she handed me a pair of pretty brown brogues.

“Okay, fine.” I sighed, changing into the appointed outfit.

“Damn girl.” Kaye smiled, looking pleased with herself. “So you’re doing a partner assignment you say, I think Vic’s going to have more on his mind than math.” She smirked.

“Shut up, Kaye, this is Vic we’re talking about here, have you seen me?! And besides, I don’t like him that way.”

“Hmm.” She sighed.

I made my way to Vic’s house in high spirits; he lived pretty close to me so I decided to walk. Once I reached the house I presumed was his I stopped, and began to doubt myself. What if it was all a joke? What if it was set up so everyone would laugh at me? “Hey, that nerdy girl turned up at Vic’s house because she thought he wanted to spend time with her,” cue hysterical laughter. I couldn’t do this, just before I was about to knock I stopped, and I feebly placed my hand back at my side and stepped back from the door.

I began to walk away. That was until I heard a voice.

“Hey, stop. Romany!” Vic opened the door and I turned around. I gave him a sheepish smile.

“Come in.” He invited, I murmured my thanks, but it was too pathetic and meager to make itself heard.

His house was very pretty, beautifully furnished, an oak finish on everything, and pretty paintings and photographs of sunsets and skies hung on the ivory walls. In the middle of the lounge was a huge flat screen TV, some sports channel playing quietly in the background.

I heard deep and manly voices shouting and talking in a different room, it didn’t occur to me until that very moment that Vic might not have been alone. I stood there in the hallway of his living room self-consciously when I heard the rapid thundering of people running down the stairs.

Parker, John and Austin all made an appearance in Vic’s living room. They looked at me, and to Vic, and back again, and I felt their eyes boring into my skin.

“Romany and I are partners for the math assignment.” Vic said, explaining himself as if he were guilty of something.

“It’s okay,” I spoke up, “if you just give me the papers I can do it for you, and you can go ahead and carry on with whatever it was you were doing.” My voice was sad and ashamed of being in the presence of such popular people. I hung my head towards the floor, my gaze focused on the carpet in front of my feet.

“What?” Vic looked at me confused, and I just shrugged.

“That’s what I normally have to do in partner assignments. You know, being a "nerd" and everything.” His expression softened, and he looked kind of sad for a second.

“I may not be of much help, but this is still a partner assignment.”

I shrugged again, “okay.”

“Do you guys mind?” I asked the other three standing in the hallway. They all shook their heads no.


The whole thing was pretty uncomfortable. I was debating on making some pathetic excuse to be able to leave. But I didn’t.

“So I’ll do this half,” Vic said, taking a handful of notes I’d scribbled down about the task. He handed me a handful of the other papers. “And you do this half.”

I smiled at him considerately. This was the first partner assignment in forever that I only had to do half of the work. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked feebly, knowing that he would probably change his mind.

“Positive.” He grinned, taking out a pen and started scrawling numbers down on a clean sheet of paper.

I started on my half too.


It was little over fifteen minutes since either of us had said a word. Vic was tapping his pen against his upper lip with his brow furrowed in concentration. I had to stifle a giggle. He looked so captivated, and by math? He never paid any attention in math whatsoever.

I remembered I wasn’t here to stare at Vic. I was here to get at least an A in this partner assignment. I turned back to my work.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Austin shouted from the couch where he was sat. I looked up confused; I was only looking at him for like two seconds, Jesus. I noticed Vic looking suspiciously at the other side of the room. A small tinge of redness crawled onto his cheeks and he laughed mechanically. Oh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said coolly. I began to feel unusually self-conscious; I brushed a stray strand of hair loosely behind my ear and lowered my gaze to my paper. I looked up again and Vic’s stare was intently rested on me. The moment he saw me his eyes shot back to his paper faster than I don’t know what.

“How about a break?” Vic said suddenly, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Sure.” I smiled, placing my papers on the floor.

Vic was off getting a drink in the kitchen when I heard talking. As much as I tried to not listen, when people end up talking about you, it’s particularly hard to zone out.

“How often is she going to be round here?” Austin said, a hint of disgust in his voice. I scoffed slightly.

I could picture Vic shrugging, “just until we finish the project.”

“She’s just so…” Austin was hesitating, I crept closer to the door, eager to hear what he had to say, “weird.”

“She’s not weird.” Vic retorted.

“She’s a freak, all she does is study!” Austin’s voice was raised and my heart began beating faster, my fists began to clench at my sides, and I gritted my teeth so hard I thought my jaw would shatter. “It’s a wonder she has any friends.”

That’s when I lost it.


I burst through the door, causing all eyes to flicker towards me. “You are so quick to judge people. You're all the same, you know. You don't even know me, so don't act like you do, jackass.”

He watched me, completely speechless for a while, probably thinking something like 'holy shit, the nerdy girl actually speaks,' before a glint of anger glistened in his eyes.

“Bitch.” He breathed. I bitterly smiled at him.

I turned to Vic, “we’re done here.”

My outburst was completely abnormal, and had I not been so enraged, it probably wouldn’t have happened. I'd never lost my temper in front of anybody before, I guess I'd just had all this anger and fury bubbling up inside of me for far too long now, and his stupid face tipped me over the edge.


And just like that, I walked out of Vic’s house and back home. I didn’t stop for anything, I was so angry. The nerve of some people… I got home, finally. I didn’t even stop to notice that we had guests. Not that I cared.

I pulled myself up the stairs and crawled into bed, fully clothed. I didn’t care about that either. My mother was yelling at me from downstairs, and my phone was ringing, and the rain had begun hammering at my window. I just wanted all the noise to stop, and for it to fade out into nothing, for me to fade out into nothing, and most of all I wanted to sleep myself into oblivion.

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