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Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
Chelle was having a good time at this party. There had been an earlier thing with a flat tire on a car she technically wasn't supposed to drive without an adult present as she'd returned after heading home for some fresh clothing, but luckily help had arrived in the form of one of the guys on the football team and her day hadn't been the worse for it.

She grinned as she saw Mark approach. "Hey, you," she greeted him, squinting slightly against the sun even though her sunglasses kept the worst of it from her eyes. "Thanks for your help earlier."

She didn't know what to make of Mark, honestly. Most of the time, he was kind of a jackass, but she was starting to think he had his moments. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Mark was having a good time, too. How could he not with so many hot chicks around in bikinis?

The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk when he saw one of his favorite blondes a few feet away, and he quickly closed the distance between them.

"Hey," he returned her greeting. "Anything for a pretty girl."

Mark seemed like a jackass because he was a jackass. Save for a few exceptions, he cared very little about other people on this earth. His own happiness was his first concern. He tried to hide that trait when he was with certain girls, though.

"I assume I'll be getting a reward at some point?"

Chelle knew it was a line. She knew it and yet she still found herself smiling. What was it about Mark that made it so easy to forget what an asshole he could be when he complimented her and grinned at her like that.

"What kind of reward did you want?" she asked him, feigning innocence, though she was certain he wasn't looking for a batch of cookies or a simple thank you. Strangely enough, though, she didn't really mind so much. She wasn't normally in a habit of making out with random guys, but she found herself thinking that she could possibly make an exception for Mark. He was, after all, incredibly attractive and she'd found herself wondering lately - on more than one occasion - what it might be like to kiss him.

"I'm certain a reward of some kind could be arranged," she added as she moved a little closer to him, "but it might be helpful to just know how you would like to be rewarded."

Mark smiled when she did. Save for Aaron and Maggie, Chelle knew him better than anyone else. Seeing as she didn't know him very well at all, that said a lot. With most girls, he put a huge effort into hiding his true personality. With her, though, he didn't feel the need to do that. Well... he didn't feel the need to do that all the time.

"I'm sure you can come up with something," he answered.

It went without saying, but he definitely wasn't talking about a batch of cookies. He was thinking something a little more... physical.

His smile widened when she moved a little closer.

"I could show you," he offered. "Care to go somewhere a little more... private?"

Mark knew he was probably pushing his luck, but he wasn't worried about it. If this back fired, he was sure he could get one of the many other girls at this party to give him some attention.

Maybe it was all the alcohol she'd already consumed, but Chelle wasn't at all put off by what Mark was suggesting. She should have been. Wasn't he screwing, like, half the school? It was amazing how such details seemed unimportant when you were intoxicated.

She lifted an eyebrow at him when he suggested they go somewhere private, but flashed him a flirty smile. "I do enjoy a good demonstration," she returned, knowing full well that flirting with Mark was bound to get her into some form of trouble. She found herself thinking that she wouldn't mind a little trouble at the moment, though, whether that was her or the vodka talking.

Either way, she smirked back at him, a moment later finding her fingers laced through his as she led him into one of the many bedrooms. The house was huge, but Jeremy had given her a tour yesterday and she'd spent the night here last night, which meant she had a vague idea of where she was going.