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Everyone noticed the Blights and everyone had their eyes on them, wondering what they would do, how they acted, who they dated. It was like reality tv for Hexside. So when Emira Blight started getting personal with one of the two-track students, well, people noticed.
They noticed when FishHook (as the school called her, not bothering to learn her name) left Emira with a blush that covered the entirety of her face, rooted in her spot. They noticed when Emira leaned into FishHook’s space and had the shorter girl turning away to hide her own blush. They especially noticed when the two would bicker in the halls or during lunch like an old married couple because you never bicker with a Blight. That would be the end of you. But FishHook did. With both the twins until they laughed or parted ways with a smile or a good natured roll of the eyes. It was… weird.
And word spread faster than you could say “gay” when FishHook angrily yelled, in the middle of passing period, mind you, “Emira!”
The contents of the argument were forgettable but not the sly smirk on Emira’s face or the way she grabbed FishHook’s face and kissed her in the middle of the hallway.
The entire school knew within 3 seconds, of course, even Principle Bump who squealed like a child in the solitude of his office when he watched the video.
But nobody paid them any mind when they broke apart, both with shocked looks on their faces until FishHook playfully hit Emira on the arm and took her hand. “Come on,” she whispered, and dragged Emira off while everyone was on their phones, paying no mind to the Blight and the girl with a fishhook in her ear.