Photographs Tell No Truths
Chapter 3: Look at this… Graph…
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Story Start:
Warning! Minor Sexual Content In This Chapter! So Watch For The Warning Marker! You’ve Been Warned!
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Shuffling into her house Taylor practically tripped over the somewhat large steamer trunk waiting for her. Stepping over the case with a low moan of pain, Taylor reached down and began dragging the piece of luggage with her, as she slowly, ever so slowly made her way up the stairs.
Today had not been a good day.
It had started off wonderfully of course, like all shit days (when one wasn’t being constantly assaulted an mentally tortured anyway) tend to start.
Despite her dire self prediction her saving of the blonde the previous day had not in fact made her into an even bigger pariah.
No, what it made her was far, FAR worse.
It made her…
Popular
Whether this was because of or in spite of the orders of the Unknown Queen, Taylor had no idea. But suddenly she’d been hounded and marauded on all sides that morning by squealing, entirely too attractive girls.
ALL DAY
Which for Taylor and her suddenly uncomfortably realized sexuality, was a hell all its own.
Not especially because her introverted nature, and previous pariah status had made her unconditional and unused to such positive attention.
It was literally driving her Awareness up the walls and across the ceiling.
Taylor blamed her unaccustomed positive attention on all that followed.
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Immaculata Campus 7:45 A.M.
Standing before the campus of Immaculata Taylor was doing her absolute best to psyche herself up for the inevitable backlash from the previous day that she was about to face.
Taking a deep breathe, Taylor carefully and firmly set her truth to her face and marched onto campus head held high, and no fucks given.
That mindset lasted all of five seconds after walking into the hallowed halls of her high school.
“Excuse me! Miss Taylor! Miss Taylor!” And on and on came the squealing ceaseless prattle of her female peers, as Taylor abruptly found herself pressed (quite literally) breasts first into a mass of supple female flesh.
Completely and totally surrounded and hedged in by a wall of girls, one and all ready and eager to hear from the apparent hero of the hour.
Taylor of course was completely unable to handle this situation in the slightest and in so chose the only avenue available to her, the correct choice entirely.
Taylor.
Ran Away.
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Semi Lewd Things Begin Here!
Not that it helped of course.
For the rest of the day, Taylor found herself hounded by her female (and a number of FeMale?) classmates, not even in the relative safety of the girls locker room was she safe.
“Miss Taylor, would you save me too if I fell into the pool?” “Yes Miss Taylor, would you save us?” asked a pair of (and if Taylor wasn’t mistaken) svelte red heads as they pressed their naked flesh against Taylor’s sandwiching her in from either side.
“I- *ahem* yes of course I would be glad to save either or both of you should you need help, but please don’t do anything drastic, I rather like swim class and would really rather not have it interrupted again.” Taylor stated as calmly as she could while trying desperately to keep the burning blush off her face, her Other less manually controllable reactions unfortunately far more obvious.
“If you say so Miss Taylor! We’ll let the others know!” the twins giggled each tweaking one of Taylor’s prominently stiffened nipples, before kissing either side of her cheeks, before sashaying off, leaving Taylor to stare at their tight and perky posteriors as they left her frozen, giggling and giving her cheeky little waves when they caught her staring before disappearing around a corner.
Crisis averted, Taylor practically melted on the spot.
“Wait… OTHERS! ” Taylor quietly squeaked in terror.
“You know they’re never going to leave you alone now.” came a voice behind her, spinning around, Taylor was met with the visage of a brown eyed brunette with a rather cute bowl cut, and a soft round face. Sleeping, of all things inside her locker, completely comfortable about her situation, she even had a pillow and a little sleeping cap on… and nothing else…
“W-what?” Taylor asked confused, quickly turning away before the brunette’s current apparent willing situation triggered some of her more less well handled ptsds made an appearance and struggling into her swimsuit, the stickiness between her thighs making it a bigger hassle than it otherwise would have.
“The Shark Twins. Mina and Nona, You reacted, not your fault really. But yeah there’s blood in the water now and they’ll never stop hunting you. Probably better to seduce them first… But that might just encourage them further.” The Brunette stated with a long yawn, before promptly shutting her locker on herself, soft breathing floating out of the locker moments later.
“I’m so screwed…”
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True to the Brunette’s predictions the Twins essentially stalked Taylor throughout all of swim period, with the only time she was safe from the duo was while practicing her dives. They did of course manage to corner her a time or two, though they did at least keep their petting and teasing low key enough to not make what they were doing to her too obvious.
All bets were off when they got back to the locker room though, which was why instead of giving them the time to gear up and corner her once more (which promised to be far more sexually charged then Taylor’s budding and now apparently obvious sexual leanings were willing or capable of handling), so Taylor did the smart thing and quickly pulled on her skirt, shrugged on her shirt, stuffed her under things in her backpack.
And once more booked it from the locker room.
The Lewdening Has Ended! Everyone Back To Your Posts!
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The rest of the school day proceeded much the same, the twins would try to corner her, and Taylor would employ her significant skill in evasion and vanishing in plain sight to avoid the two oversexed vixens.
Things came to a head, when finally, FINALLY, school was let out for the day.
Which found Taylor, desperately trying to lose the Twins in the nearby Lord’s Port.
That’s when Taylor made her big mistake of the day.
She tried to do a classic (according to Hollywood) spy vanish behind two passing vehicles.
Said Spy Vanish trick as it turns out, is either impossible, or much, MUCH, harder than Hollywood likes to portray it as.
Which is how Taylor found herself flying through the display window of a nearby Café, clipped by the very bus she’d attempted to vanish behind.
“Ow…” Taylor moaned quietly, when the sound of falling and shattering glass finally came to an end.
She was inside of a café, specifically she was laying sprawled out on the table between some young couple, whom Taylor's currently rattled brain was too concussed to note the identity of.
“Oh lord! Are you okay?” Asked the rather beautiful brunette, she was cute with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks, and long curly hair framing her heart shaped face, her soft golden eyes held a bone weariness, not that Taylor really noticed, she was a bit too busy infatuated with the gentle curves accentuated by her short red dress.
“Hmm? Oh most definitely, I was only hit by a bus… hey is it normal for the three of you to all dress the same?” Taylor asked only noticing now that the duo she’d seen before had multiplied into sextuplets, and that the rest of the room was rapidly becoming harder and harder to focus on.
Though Taylor did note that the male half of the sextuplet definitely wasn’t worth the headspace he took up compared to these goddesses in red.
Feeling a light tapping on her shoulder, Taylor turned back to the set of Goddesses, whom had apparently had been trying to speak to her the entire time, doing her best to focus on the words coming out of her lips, Taylor found the effort far harder than it should have.
More than that, Taylor realized she was tired… so, so tired…
“Hey! Do I have permission to heal you?” Snapped the Goddesses, Goddessi? A hard look in her magnificently golden eyes.
“Yes Goddess, you can do Whatever You want to Me !” Taylor purred, she meant it too, Taylor decided right there in that moment that she’d die for such a magnificent Angel.
Rolling her eyes, the golden eye Goddessi placed their hands on Taylor’s neck, and with a sudden and painful jolt, and a rather sickening crack, Taylor both felt and heard several until then unnoticed broken bones snap into place.
Now slightly clearer of head Taylor noticed that there was in fact only one of the Goddesses, not three.
“Heh, heh… you’re an absolute Angel… why don’t you climb up here so I can praise you properly…” Taylor giggled with a saucy slur, she was doing that a lot recently… the slurring thing.
“Yeah you definitely have a concussion… You! Sam-... Sampson?”
“Samuel…”
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Amy Dallon:
“Yeah that, Samuel call Brockton Bay medical for me yeah? Tell them Panacea needs an ambi to this location, I’ll work to keep our friend here stable.” Snapped Amy in full Panacea mode.
‘And clear up some of these infections, Jesus Christ does this girl take a daily bath in sewage?’ Amy thought privately to herself.
Well that wasn’t exactly fair. A lot of the infections and internal damage she could “See” looked to be rather old, by at least a year, maybe more. That said the Brunette’s (who had crashed her unwanted and rather boring “date”) blood was in fact at least forty percent toxic and a definite health risk to anyone who drew her blood, let alone got it on their skin.
“What’s an Ambi?” asked the joke of a date.
“An Ambulance. I need an Ambulance for this girl. I’m not my sister so I can’t just fly her to the hospital myself.” She snapped, giving the blond her best death glare, which seemed enough to prompt him into action.
Clearing the infection floating in the girl's blood stream took far less time than she expected, likely thanks to a cocktail of drugs that Amy found floating in her system, they were only suppressing the symptoms though, and not actually curing anything.
Next Amy (and just because she was in there already) fixed up the brunette’s slightly seared lungs, a smoker then.
‘God I could use a smoke,’ Amy thought with a disparaging sigh, long since past her cigarette time, all because the little shit her sister set her up with had quite rudely put her cigarette out for her seconds after she lit it up, all while never ceasing his endless prattle about how his father was such an important person and how rich he’d be when he inherited the company from his old man.
Which was why she was surprised when she found a lit cigarette gently shoved into her mouth, the sweet taste of blueberries, on the filter now in her mouth.
Snapping her head down to the troublesome brunette under her, Amy found her lighting up her own cigarette, making the silver cigarette case in her off hand vanish a second later. Grinning up at her, the girl gave her another saucy grin and winked one startlingly crimson eye at her, the expanded pupil making the gesture less sexy than it otherwise might have been.
They were her real eye color too, Amy may not have been able to affect non-biological materials, but she could definitely tell when they were present, and this girl had none.
Grinning back at the girl, Amy took a deep drag on the cigarette in her mouth and endeavored to give her one hell of a “tune up”. She had a small migraine by the time the EMTs showed up. But it honestly wasn’t that bad. Amy was used to working through far worse.
“Hey Amy, you never stop working do you girl.” The female EMT ribbed, as Amy helped the duo load the Brunette onto a stretcher.
“Hey Janice, and can’t really blame me for this one, she quite literally landed in my lap.” Amy shrugged, getting into the back of the ambulance.
“H-hey! What about our date?” asked the dipshit, he was standing nearby smartphone still in hand.
“Consider it canceled!” Amy snapped and slammed the door shut in his face.
“You sure Amy? We Can take it from here. It’s kinda our job after all.” Janice asked with a teasing grin on her face.
“Please god no.” Amy huffed signaling the driver to take off.
“Vicky still hasn’t figured out your gay yet?” Janice smirked.
“Obviously not.” Amy bit back with a frustrated groan.
“Who’s Vicky, is she as beautiful as the Goddess?” chimed in their patient, long since trussed up with an IV and a number of diodes to track her vitals.
“Some like to think so, but I think you’ll be a bit more interested in your goddess here.” Janice chuckled.
Amy for her part just groaned, as Janice encouraged the concussed brunette, who then began a ceaseless and embarrassing string of flirting and borderline sexual harassment, all directed towards Amy.
Not that she honestly minded, it was pretty rare that someone gave her such attention, Amy for her part just accepted the complements for what they were (and ignored Janice’s constant cackling), though she did make a point of telling the Brunette that she didn’t go on dates with active patients, which seemed to calm the girl down.
“I’m Taylor,” the girl said, holding a hand out towards Amy, suddenly serious and far more lucid than Amy had seen her thus far.
“Amy Dallon,” she replied accepting the handshake only somewhat reluctantly,
“Since you don’t date patients, let's be friends!” Taylor smiled, leaving a piece of paper Amy would later find contained her phone number in her hand.
“Longest twenty minute ride ever.”
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Taylor:
Several hours later, and now once more lucid, discharged and with strict instructions to call the hospital if she later noticed any number of symptoms, Taylor wanted to die of shame.
Sure Amy was a total ten, but that was no excuse for her behavior, concussion or not, she’d been absolutely shameless with her flirting (what little she could remember of it anyway), and some of the things she’d suggested!
‘Kill Me Now,’ Taylor mentally prayed to the empty sky and silent gods, Amy at least hadn’t seemed to mind too much, even if she had rather definitively shot her down.
All things aside Taylor was rather honest about wanting to be Amy’s friend even if it was unlikely Amy wouldn’t ever want anything more from the relationship. All she could hope for now was that Amy was actually willing to text her, and hadn’t just crumpled up the piece of paper with her number on it that she’d slipped the healer.
“Jesus Christ I was flirting with fucking Panacea…” Taylor groaned, pausing in the middle of the street. She truly honestly wanted to die now.
There was no way she was getting that text now.
Dejectedly continuing her walk home, Taylor did her best to ignore just how fucking sore she felt despite Amy’s healing touch.
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Back In The Present:
Taylor huffed and puffed in exertion, kicking the unusually heavy steamer trunk into her room, long since done with the case now that she was up the stairs.
Everything Hurt
Her ribs that had most likely been broken when she’d attempted to emulate Super-Man via bus in particular felt like shit.
All that pain and more vanished in an instant when Taylor heard the jingle of her phone in her backpack go off.
Heart in her mouth and barely beating, Taylor slowly and calmly (and she actually practically ripped the damn thing off her shoulder and almost broke the zipper trying to get to her phone) Taylor removed the Smartphone her Overlord AI had forced upon her.
And with deep seated trepidation looked at the screen.
Unknown Number:
Hey Lovergirl, U serious about Being Friends? Or was that just the concussion talking?
Taylor:
I was
I mean I AM!
Um… Sorry about all that embarrassing shit I said earlier…
Unknown Number:
Don’t worry about it
So…
Friends?
I’ve got this Friday off from the Hospital if you want to hang out or something?
Taylor:
Yes!
Definitely serious about being friends!
And sure! It’s a date!
And Taylor wanted to smack herself. She was just in the middle of writing an apology and explain what she meant when Amy’s reply came.
Unknown Number:
See you there Lovergirl
Taylor simultaneously wanted to squeal for joy and cry in shame. She had a feeling that Amy would never let her live down what happened that morning.
Quickly adding Amy’s number to her contacts, Taylor fell into bed with a sigh.
All thoughts about her new steamer trunk and its contents forgotten, she’d find out what was inside in the morning.
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Chapter End