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25: sparks of pleasure

S p a r k s
of pleasure
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Everything was not in slow motion. Nope. As soon as I whipped the ball out of my hand, within the next second, it smacked right into poor unsuspecting Missy.

And oh how it was messy.

Missy was messy and Ailie was about to be impale-eed.

"You bîtch!" She shrieked out, her hand holding her nose as blood sprayed all over her pretty light pink tank top as I stood motionless.

Before I could react, her long deadly nails were implanted in my head as she went full crazy bîtch on my âss. My hands on their own accord flew up to her hair and yanked at those bleached roots like no tomorrow.

"Get off! You crazy bîtch!" I screamed due to the adrenaline rush.

Her reply came faster, "At least I'm not a creepy bîtch!"

"But you are a stupid cheerleader!"

"And you're a dorky loser!"

For about ten minutes of Ashton, Emma, and Mr Carter trying -and failing- to break us apart we fought until we were blue in the face. Each screaming uncalled for names at each other as we scratched and clawed and kicked and smacked each other around like rag-dolls.

Basically it was an all out stereotypical bîtch fight.

"Yeah, well at least my head-" And then I started laughing. Hard.

My entire body was aching and I was sure I looked like a possessed cat mauled my face --because hers certainly did. Missy stopped and watched me uncertainly for a moment before she too began to collapse into fits of giggles as we released one another.

"I'm sorry," I breathed out, laying beside her on the cold ground, tears literally rolling down my face.

"Yeah, me too." She chuckled tiredly, our chests heaving up and down as we tried to catch our breaths.

"I was aiming for Ashton, not you. I clearly have a terrible aim."

"I don't blame you. He's a fûcking dick." Missy bluntly said and I snorted.

She turned to me, her turquoise eyes shimmering with tears, "I know it's a little late for introductions, but I'm Missy." Her pink perfect lips turned up into an amused smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Missy. I'm Ailie." I returned before we both fell into another fit of giggles when we looked at each others handiwork displayed on our faces.

"Dawn, Andrews!" The furious bellow of Mr Carter sent us sitting up straight at once. His face was beyond the colour red. It was purple. "Office. Now." He growled out causing us to shoot up and practically run away to the office.

Missy and I looked at each other with wide petrified eyes before falling into another breath stealing attack of laughter. We were so screwed.

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"Mrs Stevenson will see you girls now," the receptionist smiled brightly as if it were a good thing. "You know the drill, ladies." She tapped the clipboard.

"Been here before?" Missy crooked a perfect eyebrow up at me with a unbelieving look as I scrawled my name to the sheet.

I rolled my eyes, "Ryder." I simply explained with the one word and she immediately got me.