[ seven ] they all have secrets
When Clary disappeared with Ashton, Rose and Taty took it as a sign to go socialize with everyone. They left Lexie all by herself, she didn't know where to go and who to talk to, quite honestly, she wanted to talk to Luke.
But she wasn't allowed to.
She wondered why Ashton and Clary seemed to hate each other so much. Though when they had been arguing in front of everyone, she could see the way they looked at each other.
And it just didn't add up.
How could they say those things to each other, but look at each other like they wanted to be together? It just didn't make sense to Lexie.
She was curious to know what could have possibly happened between the two to make them claim to hate each other so much. As she stood in the livingroom of Kennedy's house, with a beer in her hand that she didn't intend on drinking, she overheard overs making comments on Ashton and Clary.
But what caught her attention most was that someone she didn't recognize, but was clearly someone in the senior class, said that the two of them weren't that way at one point.
And that's when she knew there was more to them than they wanted to let on.
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A while later, she saw Taty run off with one of the senior boys, who had been introduced to her as being Paul Knightley.
Seeing she was busy, Lexie went to find Rose, not wanting to stay all on her own in case the Bitches decided to go home. She didn't want to be left behind. She searched everywhere, the last place being the kitchen, which was exactly where Rose was.
Rose's back was to her and she was facing the kitchen counter, filling a red cup with beer from a keg.
Lexie was about to approach the red haired girl when someone walked into the kitchen and the freshman bitch decided it was better to hide. She knelt down behind the kitchen island as a boy she recognized as one of Luke's friends walked in from an entrance on the left. Rose ignored him, as if he wasn't even there, but he stood directly behind her, towering over her several inches. He had to lean his head in to whisper in her ear.
It was in a low voice that he told her, "Hey Posh Bitch." But Lexie barely caught it.
She didn't have to look at his face to know he was smirking.
"Wanker." Rose hissed, venom oozing off the word.
Since when do they talk to each other? Lexie commented on their familiarity towards each other. Though Rose clearly sounded like she hated him, she didn't ignore him and brush him off to the side like she did with other boys she didn't want to talk to.
As she sat there, listening to their conversation, she hoped and prayed no one would come in and catch her spying on them.
Michael spoke again, with much amusement in his voice. "Pour me some beer, yeah Poshy?" He mocked.
"Pour it yourself." Rose spat a remark. "I'm not your fucking servant."
"Oh, that's right." He teased. "Posh Bitch doesn't know how to pour some beer cause she has--how many servants did you say--ten? Twenty? You have never lifted a finger in your life, have you? By the way," He added, "Thanks for getting me out of that boring elective and getting me placed in service elective."
