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𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞

Chapter 13

Blondie

Mitsy considered the response to the word 'no' was fairly simple, a one way tunnel from point A to point B. A straight line drawn with the guidance of an ink filled pen, you can't erase it or change it to a circle because of what you fabricated in your mind. No means no.

But the sheer audacity of a teenage boy was something that baffled the girl for years. The concept itself is like a twisted labyrinth, a never ending chaos made up of shitty excuses, peer pressure, and raging hormones.

Mitsy never believed that Bob Sheldon was a good boyfriend, not to Cherry. She couldn't count how many times she had held the redhead as she sobbed into her arms in the early hours of the morning because of him.

And she imagined this night to end exactly the same.

Bob sat comfortably in the front of his blue ford mustang with his girlfriend perched on his lap, her back placed against his polo-clad chest. And a crumpled packet that once contained popcorn tightly grasped in her hand.

Her lips sealed tightly as she listened to the shrill swish of his silver flask, the sharp scent of whiskey burning her skin from his reeking breath.

"Try it Cher, you're all stiff. Maybe it'll loosen you up." He breathed against the shell of her ear. She shuddered, goosebumps began trailing her arm like a railway and the hair on the back of her neck stood straight.

"No...thanks, Bob." She muttered, her arms crossing securely over her stomach.

"Cher, it's just a little sip. Live a bit, won't ya?" He rolled his dark eyes behind her as he shoved the repulsive drink in her face.

Cherry's shoulders tense,"I said no Bob, you know I don't drink." Her eyes began to scan through the rearview mirror for her blonde haired friend that leaned against the trunk of the vehicle, taking a swig of her drink with her back facing the movie screen.

Bob took another loud swig of his whiskey, raising a brow at her behaviour as he found himself becoming more frustrated.

"Why're you being so stuck up, just drink some, don't be such a priss." He slurred drunkenly in a scoff.

"I don't want to drink Bob!" Cherry snapped, gaining the attention of Marcia and Randy in the backseat as she burst out the driver's door.

"You are so dramatic," He snarled, clambering out of the seat as he threw his arms wildly in the crisp air.

She swiftly backed away from the drunken teen. But not quick enough, his arm stuck out and grabbed her tightly by her bicep, his nails digging into her skin the more she tried to pull away.

Until he was yanked off of the redhead by an external force, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mitsy fumed, dragging him from her friend by the back of his letterman jacket.

"Mitsy," Bob spluttered, stumbling a few feet away from the two. "Come on girls, just relax," Randy held up his hands up in defence, Marcia scrambling to her redheaded friend.

"Just try!" Bob begged, stamping his feet like a child," You're supposed to be my girlfriend, aren't you?" He whined incessantly, staggering over his feet with narrowed eyes as his vision saw two. Only to be hit in the head by a glass bottle of coke, landing on the ground fully intact while his hand clutched his scalp.

A grunt escaped his lips, "Are you serious, Rhode?!" The brunette boy barked at the blonde. Hissing when her hand seized the back of his curly hair and tugged him backwards.