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Post by Rainbow on Jul 26, 2010 21:50:52 GMT -6
Alexis blushed slightly at the questions. "Erm...more sore than tired," she coughed a bit with embarrassment, smiling slightly with amusement when Kylie looked through her glasses. "I have really, really bad eyes," she laughed, sitting up slightly and gingerly took her glasses back from Kylie and slid them up the bridge of her nose. "There, much better. I can actually see now."
"Dylan-" Rachel huffed when Dylan sauntered past her, trying to reach for Dylan's arm, but was a bit too late. Dylan stood in the doorway to Rachel's room, eyeing the person inside for a moment. She was familiar, that was for sure.
"Who the fuck-?" And Dylan stopped. She narrowed her eyes and just thought for a moment. There was no way. "Rachel," her voice was deathly quiet, but her expression did not much her calm tone. "What the hell is this?"
"Dylan, we were just talking. Her parents and my parents are friends. There's nothing bad about talking," Rachel lied, getting a bit defensive, and held her arms up in front of her when Dylan glared at her.
"You," Dylan addressed Karson. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I can't believe this." She seemed way too angry, but this was Dylan. A normal person would be mildly annoyed or angry while Dylan would be absolutely furious. It was scary. |
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Post by Jenny on Jul 26, 2010 22:51:04 GMT -6
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 26, 2010 23:06:49 GMT -6
Laying virgins. Somehow, Alexis repeated this phrase in her mind and managed to think of it negatively. She blushed brightly at the compliment. "You really need to stop complimenting me," she groaned, smoothing her hair back. The bookworm looked distractedly towards her door with a frown when she heard yelling, easily recognizing the loudest voice as Dylan. "Oh my god," she sighed. "Dylan's here. I hate her."
Dylan sneered. "You shouldn't be here in the first place," she huffed, stepping aside and gestured briskly for Karson to get out of Rachel's room. "I figured Alek would pick a more reliable second in command," she grumbled to herself, distracted for a moment by her phone while she texted. She insisted to herself that texting someone from a different clique didn't matter if that person was your very own sister. Yes, she didn't approve of Cody being in a different clique, but there was nothing she could do. "Allison is far better than this." Of course, Dylan was unaware that Allison was living with her fake boyfriend, Daniel.
Rachel sighed, running her hand over her hair. "It's not that much of a problem, babe," she drawled, hoping to calm Dylan down a bit. It worked for about five seconds before Dylan glared at her again, clearly telling her that she wasn't stupid. Karson couldn't have just been in Rachel's room for a tampon. |
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