nny story INVOLVING her friends and Pepa's name up meat. The redhead's automatic reaction to roll her eyes WAS.
"I'm guessing you and Pepa Are Not Each Other's Biggest fans ..."
"You'd guess right," She Said tersely, Taking a sip of her wine.
"I do not mean to pry ... but There is a reason for that?" Silvia snorted at the question. "Let's just say she and I Are a match made in hell."
"Interesting you'd say That you Are to match two of Any kind ... I mean, the match is still a match, do not you think?" The redhead Picked back up her fork and speared an artichoke heart with more force Than NECESSARY. "No, no, I do not think."
Eve Did not Have Tot night. Things always do at first ... until she gets bored and moves on, Usually Relationship Before the events have ended. "
They Reach the top of the stairs and Silvia Pepa Turned to look at again." Did I ask for your opinion ?
"Well, no, But Before Things Got Serious, I just wanted to warn you ..." The redhead
cut her off, "If I do not ask for your opinion, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep it to yourself,
worth? I do not need you to Protect me. "
A flash of hurt pass through Pepa's eyes Before It Was Replaced with anger." You know what? You're right ... you're a grown woman. You CAN take care of yourself. Good luck to you and Eva, "She Said with a dismissive wave of her wand Before stomping her way back down th.
She sprinted the rest of the way, navigating around the trees as she heard Silvia once again.
\erstand what a mistake she made, "He Said with a sardonic grin." Is not that right,
redhead? "The snarled appellative to WAS meant to mock the young girl.
Pepa slowly and Deliberately Placed the bag on her own WHERE WAS Silvia grass rising near to her own feet. Silvia Scattered Had not finished gathering her belongings, But She Was Preparing to Have to Intervene if the situation Escalated anymore.
"If You Do not walk away now, I'm
going to make you
Understand what a mistake you've made, "the brunette Said, Into her hands clenching fists tight at her sides, daring him to make the wrong move.
They Were at a standstill. Armando considering historical WAS options - back down from a girl, or fight a girl - Neither WASappealing, but the decision was made for him as they all heard the sound of other students heading down the path. But he wouldn't leave without feeling as though he had won, so before he ran off, he stepped on a folder near his foot, leaving behind some dirt and the deep imprint of his shoe, and shot a final pejorative at the brunette – \
\ head as she watched her friend get further away, her long strides making easy work of the distance. She lifted her own bag from the floor and slung it over her shoulder, muttering to herself. \serving her plate, she Heard a knock on the door. She tensed in response, Not Any guests expecting and Worrying Since she WAS alone.
"Silvia, it's me!" She Heard, Followed by Another round of knocks. When she
Realized That It Was Pepa at the door, Quickly she put her plate down on the table and jump up to fling open the door, wondering why her friend Had come over. She Opened the door and found Pepa standing at her doorstep looking at the ground, her Long, dark hair like a curtain Fell, Obscuring her face. She Was her body leaning Against the doorframe, her rumpled clothes Looked, and WAS one of her hands holding her bag over her shoulder in place while The Other hung limply at her side.
"What are you doing here? Did Something Happen??” The redhead questioned in concern.
“You could say that,” Pepa replied, finally lifting her head.
“What? What happened? Are you okay?” Silvia fired more questions back, stepping away from the entrance to let Pepa walk inside.
The taller girl took slow steps in and dropped her bookbag on the floor. In doing so, she extended her torso a bit and hissed in pain. “Pepa!”
“That asshole sucker punched me,” she revealed under her breath, gingerly walking to the sofa and lowering herself to the cushions.
“Did you…” she already had an idea about what happened, but she asked anyway, “did you get into a fight with Armando?”
“Don’t be mad at me,” th hand in her lap. She scooted closer, gently prying the hand from its place and turned it over to inspect the back. The knuckles had a few scrapes and they looked a little swollen.
\re studying or something.\ooked looked at each other. Silvia was trying to hide her smile, but her sparkling eyes gave her away, and they soon erupted in laughter.
\on the bed!\
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