Speak to Solitary Wives
I glanced back and realized that Damian was following from afar. I sighed and stopped. “You guys go on ahead, meet me by the car. I’ll catch up.” I said. “TORTIA! TORTIA, TOOORRRRRRRTTTTTIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!” He mock-sang. I clapped my hand over his mouth as the commercials ended.
He pulled my hand off and his hand enveloped mine as I started the movie. “I told you next time would hurt more didn’t I?” I just nodded and looked away. His fingers wrapped around my face hard causing my cheeks to pucker. “You can’t do that!” “Should I keep my shirt off for the monitoring?
” he grinned slyly. “I know you’d like that.” Run as fast as you can “Well, a long, long and I mean loooooong time ago, but not anymore.
I got over him like two years ago.” Kim said, blushing. “Yeah,” She whispered softly looking down at the floor, “I’m really really sorry.” -Neil- “That’s the thing, Felicia.
She didn’t come with me to Hollywood.
She was a little confused because she didn’t know I had a beautiful child named Felicia. She told me to go away.” All but one. “Yeah.” I said. “I am hungry from all of the football practice.” “Ya, well now you know.” He just turned his eyes back onto the road with a silent shake of his head. I looked out the window and noticed we were already at school.
There was a big sign in the grass that said, ‘Primrose High’. Who the hell would name their school after a flower? But, whatever, that wasn’t my business. Jake parked the car and stopped the engine.
I stepped out quickly, wanting to avoid more silent treatment.
He got out more slowly, taking his time. People were pouring onto the cement. The sound of chattering was high in the air. Yippee, school, I thought. I miss Alice…
a lot. “NO, you can’t go there.
” Jason said and widened his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m sorry for bitching,” I told her. “It’s just… It’s getting out of hand, you know? It’s too chaotic.
Too out of control.
And even before that kid got hurt, it was getting in the way of my relationship. I mean, he just forgets about me anytime the feud comes up. I hate it.” She slowly walked down the aisle.
Jake walked over to a group of hot guys, apparently his best buds. I didn’t really want to join them, so I scanned the crowds, looking for someone like me. A gothie.
I finally spotted a group that was sitting under the trees, wearing all black with hints of silver. I walked over to them. They became silent, as they looked me over. No!