AAA Week

Agatha was what every girl at school wanted to be. At least most of them. She seemed perfect. She got the best grades in every class, even though she hardly attended. (Rumors were going around that she used witchcraft to pass all the tests. Rio found that hilarious.) She could have anyone she wanted, and most of the time, she got that. Agatha Harkness was the perfect girl.

Rio Vidal was also what every girl at school wanted to be. She had a slender build but played in all the sports that were available to women and crushed it. Most speculated, she had hooked up with every girl in the school, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Rio was sarcastic and teasing, but she had never been interested in someone like that.

Until Agatha.

She had started to date Agatha a few months ago, and since then it had been going strong, but there was always something off. It could have been the fact that Agatha wanted to keep it a secret and hardly interacted with her. They only met secretly in the stray closets and empty hallways, stealing fiery kisses and steamy words. Not only that, but not once had she been to Agatha's house. Rio had taken Agatha to her house a few times, her 'mother' always 'away', but she had never gone to Agatha's.

In truth Rio didn't have parents, she worked multiple jobs and faked the bills. They had both left a few years ago on a supposed vacation and Rio never saw them again.

"What are you thinking about?" Agatha's finger trailed lightly down the slope of Rio's nose. Rio's fingers came up to intertwine with Agatha's hand and press it to her lips. She hummed into the soft skin and pressed a tender kiss.

"Nothing," she mumbled, "Just how beautiful you are."

Agatha let out an unlady-like snort, "Flatterer."

Chewing on her lower lip, Rio thought over her next question. Agatha raised a brow, seeing the tentative look on her face.

“How come we don’t interact at school?” The question was straightforward, not bothering to sugarcoat the slight layer of hurt in her voice. It hurt, not being able to talk with her girlfriend at school and being ignored in the halls.

Rio never wanted to admit it to Agatha, so she kept it to herself, not once mentioning it to Agatha. But today seemed like a good day, and maybe Agatha would be up for the topic.

Looking away, Agatha sighed, her fingers twitching in Rio’s hold. Her hopes crashed when the silence dragged on for a while, Rio’s lips pressed onto Agatha’s hand, until it became uncomfortable. Sighing, Rio tried to think of a different topic, and the one she came up with was no less controversial between the two of them.

"Can I come over to your house tonight?" She asked softly, her words careful. There was a very high chance Agatha could, and would, say no. The older girl frowned at the question, looking away. Her finger resumed its path down Rio's face, over the bump of her lips, down the tip of her chin, and tickled like a spider on her neck before trailing back up.

Agatha stared into the distance, not meeting Rio's eyes, even as she continued to stare at her. It worried her, to see Agatha so out of it, just chewing on her lower lip.

"Agatha?"

With a sigh, Agatha shook her head, "I can't, my mother wants to focus on studying now that finals are coming up."

Rio whined, grabbing Agatha's hand again. She used it as leverage and leaned up to press a kiss on Agatha's lips. As always, they were soft and tasted of the chocolate they shared that day. Agatha kissed her back eagerly, readjusting so that she was straddling Rio, and placing tender kisses all over her neck and lips.

"Aggie," she whined, pressing her hands to Agatha's collarbones, "We're in public."

They were in a public park, the one place that they could be themselves without the judgement of their peers, but Rio didn't want to go as far as making out here. Agatha shrugged and didn't stop her feather light kisses onto Rio's neck. Whining, she gripped onto Agatha's collar tightly, tugging her closer despite her worries. She hummed against her lips.

"Agatha Harkness!" A booming voice startled Agatha away from Rio and she jumped off.

Both of them scrambled to their feet, but Agatha's movements were considerably jerkier and more scared. Rio's eyes drifted to a woman standing on the path, her face slightly wrinkled with age and her face was set into a firm frown. Her facial expressions screamed displeasure and annoyance.

"You come here right now."

At some point, their hands had slipped together, and Agatha tore away from Rio. There was clear hesitance in Agatha's posture, her shoulders were stiff and screaming for help, and her eyes were wide with fear. She moved to take a step forward, even though her steps were unsteady, but Rio gripped her arm.

"Who is she?" Rio tried to keep her voice clear and steady, but that didn’t stop the slight waver of worry that leaked through.

Agatha tried to tug her arm away, but Rio didn't let her, holding firm.

"Rio, let go," Agatha pulled again, her voice filled with desperation, "Rio. Let go."

Rio shook her head, "Who is she?"

"Agatha Harkness." The lady called Agatha's name again, her voice had an underlying threat, "Do not make me ask again."

When it was clear that Agatha wouldn't respond to Rio's question, she turned towards the older woman, a glare set onto both of their faces. Rio matched her scowl with equal if not more intensity.

"Who are you?"

"Her mother," The woman spat. How could this woman be Agatha's mother? In just the few seconds she had known her, the woman seemed like an absolute displeasure to be around. She was everything Agatha was not.

Whether it was her sharp facial features that just screamed bitterness, while Agatha's were sharp, but pleasant and inviting. The older woman's hair was gray with age and was unkempt, but Agatha's flowed freely and cascaded down her shoulders like a majestic waterfall. Agatha was always taking everything in, constantly aware of her surroundings. This woman only had eyes for her daughter, unaware of the people that were beginning to stare.

"Rio," Agatha whispered and when Rio glanced at her, she saw tears brimming her eyes, "Let go."

"No," Rio said firmly, turning towards the woman, "Fuck off." She looked aghast, completely shocked and stunned at Rio's words. They didn't stick around to hear her aggressive threats and warnings, Rio dragged Agatha away, running as fast as she could. The wind whipped in their faces and Rio felt her hair brushing against her cheeks. The fall air was slightly cold and tinted her skin a soft pink.

By the time they stopped running, they were all the way across the park, breathless and laughing. Well, Rio was laughing, but Agatha almost looked like she was going to cry. Rio frowned, moving that her fingers were positioned on Agatha's wrist pulse point, tugging her closer. Pressing a tender kiss to Agatha's cheek, she wiped away the stray tear that fell from her cheek.

"Hey, is she like that all the time?" It probably wasn't the best question to ask at the moment, based on the way Agatha flinched away from her touch, another tear falling.

She shrugged, feigning indifference, "Not really."

"Liar," she mumbled against her lips. An impulsive thought popped into her head, and against her better judgement, Rio blurted, "Move in with me."

Agatha blinked, stunned, pulling back.

"What?" Her hands turned to grip Rio's wrists in turn, holding tight as if Rio was a steady anchor in a raging sea, "I can't do that. What will your parents think?"

It was Rio's turn to purse her lips and look away, pulse thrumming beneath her skin. Her parents wouldn't care, seeing as they had left years ago without, probably not even thinking of Rio once. She had no idea what happened, and she didn't care.

"They uh-" she cleared her throat awkwardly, "I don't live with them?" She said it more of a question, wincing at the look on Agatha's face. It was one of utter shock, eyebrows raised and lips parted slightly. "They left me years ago and I never heard from them since, been paying the bills and shit on my own. The power is out right now, I haven't paid for that this month yet, but you could- we could make it work. It's not ideal, but-"

Agatha cut her off with a soft kiss, pulling her close by gripping her cheeks and deepening the kiss. Whimpering into the kiss, Rio held her wrists tightly, grounding her to the present moment.

"I would love to," Agatha was already turning eighteen that summer.

Rio laughed happily, pulling Agatha back into a kiss, melding their lips together. She would get to spend every day with the woman she loved. Both of their parents be dammed.

“I’m sorry,” Agatha mumbled, “That I never paid attention to you at school. I was worried about my mom. She’s not really a fan of…” Her long fingers pressed into Rio’s cheeks, looking her dead in the eyes. It all made sense now for Rio. Why Agatha was always so closed off at school – she was worried her mother would find out.

Rio never had to worry about that.

"Fuck our parents," She muttered.

Agatha smirked, raising a brow, "How about I fuck you instead?"