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Notable Rankings 3/30/2020
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I was self-aware he could see everything, and his hot breath between my thighs made it hard...
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My fingers gripped the playwright tighter as I tried to dispel the haunting thoughts and fresh memories from my brain. I focused on the same line in The Importance of Being Earnest and couldn't force myself past it.
Algernon: Lane's views on marriage seem somewhat lax. Really, if the lower orders don't set us a good example, what on earth is the use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of moral responsibility.
Ugh, the blandest line in the book and I eyed it with distaste. Who cared what anyone's ideas of marriage were?
I looked up from my play and glared at the stack of homework and books on the desk in my room with contempt. I knew I'd have to tackle the task of studying for finals sooner or later, but I just wished later was...much later.
I couldn't believe it was Saturday evening already.
My mind flickered to Kelly and Hector who had been in my house just a few hours prior, and the searing memory of pandemonium came simmering to the surface...I caught it just in time to push it away, and instead, settled for a less condemning thought process.
"Dad..." The sun was setting and I found my father sitting on the front porch staring off into the property line, the house eerily quiet and hollow after the screaming and chaos that was unleashed only a few minutes early.
"Not now, bug, please?" His voice wavered like thin paper in the wind, no doubt he was filled with such great emotion after being surrounded by so many wolves again, being thrust into the life he had left.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, taking a tentative step forward. I was startled to see a stream of smoke wriggling from his face and I noticed the amber tipped cigarette lit on his lips. "I should have made it home sooner."
"Not your fault, bug," He said. "Fate finds a way to get what she wants. We were wrong to fight her. Let's just stop talking about this, okay? Your mother and I have to pack..."
"O-Okay," I stammered and looked down at my feet and heard him sigh.
"You're probably wondering why your friends didn't say anything?" Cam steered the topic in a different direction.
Well, the thought had crossed my mind.
"They haven't inherited the pack yet. They are considered low ranking and aren't to speak out of turn, but they were present for the meeting because very soon they are going to ascend into very key positions of the pack and have a stronger voice to be heard. You should have heard how Hector was defending your honor before you and Declan arrived," Dad chuckled dryly.
"M-Me? I thought Kelly?"
"Kelly and her father have their own personal set of rules they follow. I'm sure she likes you, but Phillip didn't get to be successful by shaking hands and kissing babies. He stepped on some toes to get his position..." His voice grew darker as he spoke, but there was no vengeance in his eyes as he spoke, only regret and pain.
