"...I don't know why I run away..."
It'd been almost a year since he'd practically gone ghost on her and she'd almost forgotten what had happened between them until a map is discovered in the out of bounds stairwell on the first day of term which dr...
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~Episode Three: Eetsway~
"Amerie I should've told you," said Quinni as she sat on one of the desks in the SLTs classroom while Joey, Darren and Amerie laid on the floor beneath the table with the graffiti on it which had been added to since they'd last looked, "I just thought it was some weird graffiti that some random had put there."
"And now it takes an entire village of randos," said Darren, "I mean...look at all the fresh little sluts getting up in here." They gasped suddenly and pointed to one of the messages, "stop, this one happened at Dusty's party."
"Who do you think's doing all of it?" Quinni asked.
"It doesn't matter who's doing it." said Amerie, "This stupid freaking map ruined my life. I hate that there's a version 2.0."
"Oh, wait," Quinni suddenly gasped a hopped down from the table she was sitting on, "excuse me," she stepped over Amerie and Joey's legs and Darren shuffled along to make room for her to lie between them and Joey on the floor.
She took a pen from her pocket and reached up to draw Sasha + Quinni in a heart on the bottom of the table making Darren grab her leg in surprise, "Sorry, what?"
"No way," Joey gasped.
Quinni grinned, "we're in a relationship, obviously," she revealed. Joey grabbed her hand, "after hooking up once, that's so textbook lesbian of you." She teased and the three of them giggled while Amerie got out from under the table and stood up.
"Well, I'm never ending up on that map again." She declared and hopped up onto the table, "Romance is dead to me."
"What?"
"I was obsessed with Dusty for like a bajillion years." said Amerie as the others got out from under the table, "And for what? I just ended up completely humiliated. I'm an idiot."
"Okay, so 'idiot' is actually ableist language," Quinni told her as the three of them joined her sitting on the table top.
"Yeah, Amerie, besides," said Darren, "What's the alternative? Stitch up your mutt?"
"Yeah, basically." Amerie nodded.
Joey hummed, "That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"
"I don't even want to think about boys or sex or dicks for the next...however long it takes for me to feel normal again. I'm not even going to mazz."
"Ew that sounds like my worst nightmare," Darren grimaced.
"Wow, you really hate yourself right now," Joey commented. Quinni frowned, "Well, how does someone not think about sex?" She asked.
