Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 8} - ONE SIDED RIVALRY

The Sisterhood Society was commencing.

Abigail was preparing the scented candles, Terry brought out the colored paper, and Pretty girl was scrolling through her phone.

It was unusual for Abigail to host a meeting twice during the same week. Not only was it confusing, but irritating.

Pretty girl initially planned to go, and study, however, Abigail pleaded with her, and just with that it was enough to convince her other wise.

Both rested themselves in front of the jar, while Abigail beckoning her to come over.

"What are you doing? Sit down we can't start without you."

In one movement everything was at Abigail's convenience.

"Sadly I have no stories to share with you all", her voice softened.

"But I'm interested to know what you two have been up to."

Her line of sight shifted between them, Intrigued to know who had compelling stories to tell.

Terry volunteered first.

She straightened her back, while shuffling closer, and cleared her throat. Shifting her sight to Pretty girl, a smirk cracked at the corners of her lips.

"So recently, all that's happened is I've been hooking up with this guy cause he didn't want anything serious so I just went along with it and-."

"Is it that guy, Nathan. J?" Abigail intervened, her tone mellow, and disinterested, fitting her expression.

"Uh... no it's Josh, anyways it didn't last, we didn't do much besides me giving him blowjobs. Oh wait ... there was one time he hit me up at like twelve, he was so drunk, I couldn't understand what he was saying but I - ."

"Ok then you get in total eight I think, wait never mind you get twelve."

 Abigail snatched the paper from Terry, and ripped it into ten distorted shapes.

"At least you got more this time", she eyed her down, hoping no words would cross her lips.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"Ummm yeah, no that's all", Terry said close to a murmur.

She slouched against the bed, staring into the flickering light of the candle. Pupils swaying in sync, the hazel reminisced, intertwining with the red.

"And you, tell me everything you, and Keil have been up to."

Pretty girl never doubted Abigail's ability of always getting her hands on any bit of information available to her. Pretty girl told them about the kiss he stole from her and their "date", nothing anything noteworthy.

"What!!! He Kissed you?!", Abigail said in shock.

"Yeah but it wasn't really a kiss."

Abigail's phone began to vibrate. She must've not heard it, instead she continued where she left off.

"Bitch are you kidding me he still kissed you."

She positioned herself in front of her, biting down on her lip wanting more.

"So, go on, tell me the details of your date."

She glanced at Terry, who folded both arms, tucked neatly within each other, still infatuated with the candle. "It was nothing special, It was just us lying down on his bed, and chatting."

Pretty girl shrugged.

"Are you sure you guys didn't do anything else?" Abigail slithering nearer. Narrowing her eyelids.

"No that's it." She confirmed.

"Aww I'm so proud of you I wan - ", the phone vibrated again, violently clinging to the ground, sending signals against their crossed legs.

Nothing came out of Abigail. Once a few painful seconds went by a breath of consciousness made her excuse herself outside.

The sound of Terry slicing through the colored paper was aggravating. Pretty girl rocked back, and forth in a cradling position, bored out of her mind.

She was left alone, just her, and Terry.

She didn't know much about Terry. Sure, they both shared a "mutual friend", but that doesn't mean they needed to be buddy, buddy.

Abigail was the glue that happened to stick them together. Both had unspoken boundaries for one another.

Each one diligently respected, and followed. This was the only way to cope, since understandably, they hated each other.

Terry was a slut. Holding that title with pride, she slept with whoever, whenever. On paper that sounded powerful, yet the procedure was nothing alike.

She cared little about herself, and the people involved. The desire for validation was what drove her. What inspired her.

No amount of concealer, or questionable clothes could hide her desperation, like with David.

Ah, David the first guy she was with on campus. A man who laughed at life's issues while forgetting basic knowledge.

I guess you could blame it on his harmful habits.

Still through her constant efforts he was the first to show interest, and sarcastically asked for her number while he was high.

Terry was conditioned in a way that modeled her ideals in a concerning fashion. She didn't love him, not because of his lack of skills, no, he was just a convenience.

And fortunately soon came along other hopeless conveniences.

It was an addiction satisfied with meaningless attention.

And the one attention she valued over others was Abigail's. She loved her just as much as her one-night stands.

It was her, and Abigail against the world. And everything changed once Pretty girl entered the picture.

And she was the sole reason her whole world came crashing down.

I don't know exactly how the two came to be, and to be frank it matters none.

Why? Because what purpose will that serve?

"So anything else you and Keil did while you were alone?" Terry questioned not breaking her concentration.

"Ummm Well I mean we talked about trips he went on... I mean nothing really happened." "That's it," she scoffed.

She rested the scissors aside to remove her hair from her eyes. Sitting up straight with a cocky grin she stated, "That's so cute, so let me get this straight, all you did was talk in his room alone with nothing physical going on?"

She leaned in closer.

"This is Keil Barker we're talking about. Are you sure you weren't with someone else? Honestly I've never been more bored than I'm now. I mean... don't be too upset, at least you got six points."

She cut off six pieces while giggling under her breath.

"I wonder, does Keil really like you? Just, you know, wondering."

The sound got noisier.

"Cause if he did wouldn't he have tried to be, you know, more affectionate?" Terry grinned ear to ear, though it felt forced.

She searched for pleasure, digging her nails deeper, and deeper.

"So tell me, don't you feel a bit jealous knowing that Keil has done it all, and won't do anything with you?"

She was rubbing herself dry from the mere idea of getting under her skin. With every word she hoped it would stab her further beyond repair.

Pretty girl stared longingly at her. Unfazed, yet A little hurt.

All she saw was Terry reaching for a place even she couldn't reach. A place she knew she'd never get to on her own merit.

Terry couldn't help but slightly pity her.

Knowing she found enjoyment in the hateful forming sentences she spurred.

"I think this is his own different way of showing his affection towards me." She continued to rock back, and forth after.

Terry was blankly baffled, she muttered "whatever."

Abigail came back. "So what did I miss?"

Terry looked up, "Nothing much."

As the Sisterhood Society was ending Abigail wrapped her arms around Pretty girl squeezing tightly.

"Tonight me, and Terry are going to Kappa Sigma, and you're coming with us."

Terry scowled at the scene of them together. Pretty girl rolled her eyes. "Sorry I can't I have to go to the library to study for a test."

Her grip loosened as her expression changed. "That's so boring." She defended herself, "well I won't be alone, Keil is joining me."

Her eyes widened imagining all the possibilities that would happen. Before uttering anything Terry pulled Abigail towards her, clinging onto her arm.

"Come on Abigail she clearly is too busy to hang out with us, we wouldn't want to bother her."

She pulled Abigail out the door, still having enough time to sneer at Pretty girl before leaving. Terry was the least of her worries.

She was more focused on getting some work done.