Fearless (Naomi & Emily) Chapter 2 Part (2/2) In Two Parts! Post was too large! D
How did that prick get my number?! Well that pretty much fucked my day up right there and then, i wished he just missed me out, I wish Katie reared her bitchy head and just said to him that she didn’t want the “lezzer” anywhere near her or Emil.. -She lingers on the y, making sure that its length is just right, taking care to bring the sooty coloured line back up the page, meeting the rest of the perfectly formed letter with elegance and without realising, secret impervious affection- y. Fucking cow, although that’d mean her doing me a favour.. which won’t happen, even if there was a reward of her miraculously scoring some more of Bristol’s “top class” cock, if there is any she hasn’t already, Christ, there’s probably some bikes that have seen less action than her, its gross. -With the end of this sentence her nose scrunches and her eyebrows crease, the expression housing the unfathomable hate which defines her image of Katie Fitch-
Great, my day was just, great, i tried my best to dodge the shitting event, including scrambling about the house going out of my way to find the best excuses, but then i realised that if ‘the Messiah’s shit stains need cleaning off the toilet’ was the only one i could pull out of my overcrowded bag, then i would rather deal with being called a dyke for yet another fucking day of my life, maintain some level of hygiene that way right?
So i was late, but really, who gave a shit, i was too busy finding things to make me busy. Turns out I managed to maintain hygiene, too bad that pub fucking didn’t! Jesus, i’m sure there’s a law that that place is breaking... anyway, i heard all i missed was Cook being his usual pricking self, drinking a fish this time, who the fuck let him out of his cage? Fuck, did i really think this time would be any different? Christ, maybe mother’s delusion is seeping through the floorboards into my thick skull, might make a sign welcoming any more religious passers who claim to be some other pissing God, why not? It’s not like we have rein acted a scene from Noah’s ark or anything already is it? Minus the animals, plus the various human forms of Jesus H. Christ
-She drifts off, withdrawing her thoughts behind the defiant flicks of cobalt that fuse together, as if on demand, to create that wall she so desperately needs. Her page doesn’t obey though...-
Shit! -The bottom right of the page becomes dry, mischievous ridges rising towards the blonde, as if it had decided to stage a protest by soaking up her mother made coffee-