Dark Blue - Part 1

#12 - I Write My Name in Lipstick, On the Mirror as I Leave

Hera was silent for what felt like a lifetime. Priscilla started to sweat. "Please say something Hera." She pleaded with her.

"No, I haven't." she finally responded. "... But Bianca has."

Priscilla eyes met Hera's instantly. "What!? That tramp?! I knew it!"

"Let's sit down for a second." Hera said as she dragged Priscilla over to a bench on the sidewalk.

There the two sat, face to face. Priscilla sighed; she was not emotionally ready for this conversation.

"Priscilla, everyone knows Mr. Lennon is a flirt." Hera placed her hand on Priscilla's shoulder, gently. "He's not the kind of guy you get serious with. That's why Bianca and I don't get along, you know."

Priscilla stared blankly at Hera.

"I caught them. It was one day after school. I had to grab a book from my locker. Last year my locker was right across the hall from his room. It was after school hours and his classroom light was still on. I heard some strange noises coming from inside his room." Hera paused as Priscilla made a sick face, "I got curious, so I decided to peek in. That's when she saw me. Her and I locked eyes."

"Well, what about him?" Priscilla asked, innocently.

"Well, lets just say he was busy at the moment. Knee deep in his work, or face deep you could say." She said trailing off softly.

"So what happened?" Priscilla questioned, suddenly feeling ill.

"Bianca confronted me a few days later, after school. She told me if I told anyone she would personally make my life a living hell." Sighing, Hera continued, "Honestly, I felt bad for the girl. From what I understand she had feelings for him. Rumor has it he kicked her out of his flat, stark naked. She was totally humiliated."

"I saw her speaking to him recently though, she didn't seem humiliated." Priscilla began to think Hera was purposely lying to her. Maybe she has an ulterior motive, she thought.

"That's because she's a stupid twat!" Hera giggled. "She's obsessed with him. Everyone knows that." She stated matter-of-factly. "Mr. Lennon is probably the only bloke to ever dump her. He burned her."

Priscilla's face softened. "I've been staying with him for the past two weeks. My parents and I had a terrible argument right after he and I started to see each other. He offered for me to stay with him in the meantime." She said as she studied her fingernails. "He told me he loved me, last night." She said softly. "I was complaining because we never go anywhere, and we kind of had an argument over it. He's he one who gave me the money to buy something nice to wear. He promised to take me out tonight." Priscilla began to perk up. "He even made me breakfast in bed this morning." She said with a dreamy tone.

Hera studied Priscilla's face closely, "Pris, you actually love him, don't you?"

Priscilla was silent, "I don't know. I think I do. I'm just sacred. What if he gets bored? What if he leaves me naked in the streets? Humiliated?"

Hera chuckled softly, she then wrapped her arm around Priscilla's shoulders. "That's the chance you take when you're in love. You don't know if you will end up happy or sad. Love is a risk; you never know the outcome unless you take the first step." Hera smiled, genuinely.

Priscilla met Hera's eyes with her own, "Thank you." She said simply.

"C'mon then, lets get you that bottle of perfume and head home. You have a date to get ready for!" Hera said as she stood.

Priscilla followed suit; the two them re-entered the perfume boutique to complete their mission.

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