Like a model off duty, on a summer day, Quinn runs on her heels towards Leigh. How could I think she could be alone? Behind her is Suri, holding bags that bespoke girly shopping.
Until Suri shoved the bags to a muscular frame next to her, did I notice Harry, Jordan, and definitely one among those boys Lilith used to screw. Is it Quincy?
Of course, they brought along their boyfriends.
"Leigh, you are here." Suri shoved and squeezed a space between Leigh and me while Quinn took his other side, and just like that, they sandwiched the poor boy.
Dear goodness!
I rolled my eyes, and they landed on amused Princeton Claire. She seemed entertained at the inconvenient event.
"We saw each other at whatever you call the packed house gathering thing," Leigh confusedly reminds Suri, while the two girls jerk his head in directions that could cause dizziness, even for the audience.
"Rem's backyard camping? No." She opposed.
Leigh didn't respond. He only maintained a straight face.
Suri halts and lets Quinn have him in a highly complex embrace while her eyes share a challenging stare with Lilith's big brother. "No...." She awkwardly scoffs, but still, Leigh's expression remains serious.
Shocked, her hands hovered over her mouth. "fucking hell, he is serious."
"What happened to you?" Quinn's voice was accusing towards her friend as Leigh struggled to escape out of her hug. While Lilith burst into a pile of laughter, claiming: "Whore got memory loss or something."
"I must be probably drunk." Suri brushed her manicured nailed in the air as though that just washed the fact that she can not remember anything from the party? Then again, I don't think I remember anything from that night too.
She casually rolled her definitely fake eye contact lens since we both know her eyes weren't blue until now.
God, I can never understand Lilith and her friends.
Then again, I also am hiding behind a couple of fake things.
Only God will have mercy on me as to what Vegas had turned me into.
"Whatever, tell me something that's not weird because everything around here is weird." Lilith waves towards me.
I am not shocked at all.
So while the girls merrily discuss, Leigh and Julian, welcome the rest of the boys, and I, the outcast, begin typing my present situation to the girls group. Yes, in case you're wondering, Princeton Claire effortlessly enamoured all the boys attention.
I was reading Tori's feedback whilst trying to shelve the annoyance of having Lilith's girls break my previous cosy sitting arrangement when Suri leaned forward and asked Lilith something so rude that it got me choking in-between laughter.
"And that Miss transplant?" It is not only how she said it, but the scornful expression she flashes.
How can people be this freely wicked?
Smiling warmly, Lilith embarked on full-throated exaggeration. "That's Claire, from Princeton. She's Leigh's girlfriend." She emphasises that part very blasting. It immediately killed the smile on my face.
God, give me the strength to survive this summer without killing Lilith before she takes off to university.
"Be joking." "Is that supposed to be funny?" The two girls mumbled in a volume only Lilith, Leigh, and I could hear.
But of course, Lilith doesn't think this is some secret discussion. She audibly responded: "No! They're so in love, isn't it, Claire?"
Quinn pretends to scratch her neck and tilt her head a little, murmuring criticism: "Damn, even her name is ughhh."
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