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"Did you start a 'who's a bigger whore' contest?" Cinna asked mock-innocently, having no idea what Carly was actually talking about or who might be involved, but just happy to take an opportunity to make a pot shot at her archrival.
Off to the other side of the drinks table, Shell snorted with delight. She would have to remember that one and use it later. "What's going on, Carly?" She asked in a sickly-sweet tone, her complete inability to mind her own business informing her curiosity.
Carly flicked her eyes over Cinna as if to say 'no fucking contest.' Then she set her hand on her hip to stop it from shaking. Guys fighting sounded a lot more attractive when they weren't swinging their arms wildly around and possibly hitting you. "Abby's brother is fighting with Luka. Over Adelaide." The subtext of all the girls they could fight over, her? Really? was unspoken, but entirely understood.
Abby made a move to go break them up and realized that she wasn't Abby this evening. Ordinarily she'd throw herself in with Timmy's lot and get a few good ones in on Luka, but even the simple act of breaking them up was out of character for Bernadine. She looked importantly at her sister who had only just breezed back inside with Anastas, both of whom looked terribly guilty and smitten. Jesus. This was the worst idea.
Bernadine realized what she was meant to be doing and rushed away, fear of the situation be damned. She'd made a few good shows of fighting on campus. All she had to do as convince her brother to back off and she was sure someone else could grab Luka.
It didn't take long for the garage to get terribly crowded. Luka's lip was bleeding. Tim already had a bruise on his chin and his shirt was ripped. They were tussling against the work bench, punching hard enough that Bernadine felt her stomach turn. She moved to pull Timmy back and managed to get a fist in her face. Whose she couldn't tell, but it stunned her, hurt enough that she stumbled backwards in shock.
Off to the other side of the drinks table, Shell snorted with delight. She would have to remember that one and use it later. "What's going on, Carly?" She asked in a sickly-sweet tone, her complete inability to mind her own business informing her curiosity.
Carly flicked her eyes over Cinna as if to say 'no fucking contest.' Then she set her hand on her hip to stop it from shaking. Guys fighting sounded a lot more attractive when they weren't swinging their arms wildly around and possibly hitting you. "Abby's brother is fighting with Luka. Over Adelaide." The subtext of all the girls they could fight over, her? Really? was unspoken, but entirely understood.
Abby made a move to go break them up and realized that she wasn't Abby this evening. Ordinarily she'd throw herself in with Timmy's lot and get a few good ones in on Luka, but even the simple act of breaking them up was out of character for Bernadine. She looked importantly at her sister who had only just breezed back inside with Anastas, both of whom looked terribly guilty and smitten. Jesus. This was the worst idea.
Bernadine realized what she was meant to be doing and rushed away, fear of the situation be damned. She'd made a few good shows of fighting on campus. All she had to do as convince her brother to back off and she was sure someone else could grab Luka.
It didn't take long for the garage to get terribly crowded. Luka's lip was bleeding. Tim already had a bruise on his chin and his shirt was ripped. They were tussling against the work bench, punching hard enough that Bernadine felt her stomach turn. She moved to pull Timmy back and managed to get a fist in her face. Whose she couldn't tell, but it stunned her, hurt enough that she stumbled backwards in shock.