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003. Love Is Embarrassing

╰┈➤ 003. ┆love is embarrassing  ₊˚ʚ

꒰ cause now, it don't mean a thing
god, love's fuckin' embarrassing ! ꒱

DAPHNE NEWBURY ZIPPED UP THE SIDE OF HER SEMI-SHORT PENCIL SKIRT AS SHE LOOKED OVER HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR FOR THE LAST TIME.

It had finally been Friday so she was eager to get the school day over with so she could spend her weekend flinging around Dallas Winston and smoking to her hearts content.

She swiftly returned to her bedroom pulling the semi hidden pack of cigarettes along with her favorite lighter out from under her pillows. As she shoved them into the main pocket of her designer prada purse.

As the girl trudged her way down the stairs she could see her fathers face shoved in a newspaper at the dining room table as her mom sat in silence, eating alone; which was their usual routine.

"Hey baby are you gonna eat something?" Her mother, Clarice Newbury perked up as she saw her teenage daughter reach the bottom of the stairs.

"No ma, I don't have time. I gotta pick up Peggy and Judy," Daphne's whined in usual teenage fashion.

"Come on I made eggs, I already got you a plate." Clarice insisted as she stood up to give the pre-made plate to her daughter.

"Mom seriously, I can't be late for a third time this week Peggy ill have at me," Daphne explained as she took the keys to her 356 red Porsche.

"Okay..." her mother gave in, slight disappointment heard in her voice. "Will you be home for dinner at least?"

"I don't know ma, I'll see you later." She rushed as she gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and went to kiss her father as well.

"Ma?" her mother mumbled under her breath in confusion.

"Bye daddy!" Daphne sucked up to her father getting a distracted bye in return as he kept his eyes on his newspaper.

As Daphne pulled out front of the Midville-Fletcher residence she instantly pressed down on her horn three times letting it ring obnoxiously.

Instantly as the honks could be heard the front door was flung open and a now annoyed Margaret could be seen making her way over to the car.

"What do you gotta come over here waking up the whole neighborhood for?!" She complained to her best friend as she opened the passenger seat to the red Porsche.

"Just had to make sure you knew I was here!" Daphne grinned as she leaned back in her seat, leaving one hand on the wheel. "Where's the little one?" she groaned realizing Peggy had came to the car alone.

"She's still getting ready, we thought you'd be late like always," Margaret explained as she leaned forward and used the rear view mirror to apply the cherry read lipstick she had in his purse.

"When I have I ever been late!?" Daphne asked quickly in defense.

"Yesterday..." Her friend replied monotony as she finished applying her makeup.

After waiting for what seemed like an hour: but was realistically only 3 minutes, Daphne honked the horn once more. 

Right as she did, Judith Fletcher could be seen emerging from the front door, backpack in hand.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," She grumbled at the impatient girl as she approached the car.

"You know I don't like waiting on you," She complained as she watched her sister friend slide into the middle of the back seat.