Thread: A Different Turn to Make (Alvis and Malice)

Ooh, Jaime-alert. Mallory quipped. Abby glanced to the side of her and saw him walking forward, a smile forming onto her face. Most girls would likely dread when their somewhat-complicated-of-a-situation-ex-boyfriend came near them after said breakup. But not Abby. This was probably their fourth or fifth time breaking up and it was always some stupid reason. She wagered that by the end of the week, theyd be back together. Just to make him stew. But otherwise, she wasnt mad at him anymore. It was a delight to see him again. The summer did him really well. Though it was only two weeks ago she had seen him last. So she already knew. Ah, there is my beloved Jaime. She spoke it in surprisingly fluent French and took his hand, kissing the back of it. Sit, sit. She scooted over to give him a spot and returned his smile. Mallory rolled her eyes. How long are you two broken up for? And when will the sucking face resume? She was forking a piece of questionable meat on her plate rather dully. Abby only grinned and she decided not to answer. Instead, she responded to Jaime after both girls witnessed the kissing between Chad and their Esther Martin. Abby squealed. Theyre kissing. She put her arm around Jaime. Dont be such a sour puss, love. She grinned. You didnt seem to want to vomit when we kissed and we were pretty adorable. He might not have, but I wanted to. Mallory drawled out miserably. This was Mallory Joyner. Slut by night, miserable wench by day unless she got her fix. She wasnt a sex-addict but it did add a certain pep to her step when she could add yet another notch to her slut belt. Go bone something Mallory. I wish The black tinted window of the Jaguar rolled down and she only slightly tilted her head up to acknowledge Harrison Trenton. She didnt even seem to really react to his presence. Heidi didnt really scare easily and because she was usually as doped up on these drugs that she pedaled as everyone else was, she didnt feel much. Until she was set between the trembling thighs of a gorgeous girl who seemed to always preface their encounter with, Im really not into girlsbutyou before melting to Heidis odd sexual prowess. I am not quite sure. She pursed her lips. You tell me. Id like the specifics Harry. She then turned her head toward him slowly, looking him directly albeit through the black lenses of her sunglasses. I am not a mind reader after all. Whether it was a smirk, wink, a special smile or just a simple push of his finger underneath her chin to make her look at him, Esther was deeply affected. She couldnt help herself and after he basically just confirmed what she had been hoping for, it was impossible not to be affected. Just as it was impossible not to be smiling like a love-struck fool, even while she was eating. Glancing at him, he looked like he might say something when one of his buddies, another one, plopped down at their table. His sudden presence startled her and she swallowed her broccoli piece whole. It didnt go down quite easily and she drank some water to push it down. There, much better. Rudesby , she thought to herself. There was a party. A high school party? Even she was invited! That wasnew. Perhaps there would be certain perks by being Chads girlfriend. She most certainly was no longer invisible. She was actually noticed. This could be a problem. Potentially. Maybe. Depending on the party perhaps? Or the crowd of people that Chad entertained? Ridding the thoughts that threatened to put her into a panic attack, she offered his friend a polite smile and then put her attention to Chad. A p-party? She actually gulped. Maybe this was going too fast. First a boyfriend and now a party?! C-Can Abby and Mallory go? As much as she believed shed be perfectly safe with Chad, shed feel a lot better if her girls were there. Besides, itd give Mallory the chance to pounce on someone new perhaps and Abby the chance to play with Jaime, one of her favorite pastimes. Ive never been to a party before. Her eyes went wide and she once more retreated into her safe, comfortable awkward turtle persona. Unless countless sleepovers with the devils mistresses count?