UsernameEmailRegionInterestAOL IMICQ IDYahoo! IDMSN IDJabber

Jenny hadn't been paying much attention to where she was going either, she had actually just hung up from an evening phone call from her mother. Just a friendly reminder that she was an expensive mistake, a slut, and that money didn't grow on trees. Like she didn't already know that. She had taken the call outside, mostly to Hendrix and Ella wouldn't listen in and make fun of her, making her feel even worse. But her mother did a fine job of making Jenny feel lower than dirt all on her own, and her eyes were glossy with tears as she shoved her phone into the front of her bra and tried to pat her shorts, looking for her cigarettes. She had given up almost everything for the baby, including drinking and blow, but it was killing her a little to be living such a controlled lifestyle. She had always been the party girl, fucked out of her mind on whatever the drug of choice was at the time, but now cigarettes were one of the few vices she allowed herself. She had been smoking since she was thirteen, it was too late to stop now, in her opinion. She knew it wasn't a good idea to smoke, but she needed it and besides, mother had smoked a pack a day with all of her children including her and Ella and they were all fine. Or fine enough, anyway. None of them were visibly deformed or anything.

She finally found her smokes, and two seconds later Charlie was bumping into her, knocking the pack right out of her hands. She was ready to turn around and flip, hormones were raging, but the words died on her tongue as soon as she saw who it was. "Oh hi," she managed to blurt out, pasting on her best happy face even with her watery eyes. Every bit of it felt and looked fake, but hopefully Charlie wouldn't notice. She was lost without her, but Charlie didn't need this. She was clearly very absorbed in training anyway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to.. get in the way or whatever, my bad," she added, crouching low rather than bending as she stooped down to get her cigarettes, shaking one out of the pack and putting it between her hips. Why was she even by the field? This was stupid, she hadn't been out since quitting cheerleading, and now she had them both in this awkward situation. Charlie looked terrified of her, like she thought Jenny might freak or say something awful, but the smaller blonde just didn't have it in her. Charlie probably hated her, and she couldn't blame her. Without another word, figuring their exchange was done, Jenny began to walk back up toward the school with her back to the younger girl.