"You never told me you're called The DICK," she said out of the blue.
He groaned. "It's just a stupid nickname."
"How did you get it?" Great curiosity appeared on her face, and he hated it because this was something he'd much rather erase in his pas...
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The loud music was shaking the house that smelled of beer and sweaty teens - Trudy's aesthetics.
Buried deep within Trudy's composure and perfect attire was a wild, party gal who wanted nothing more than taking off her uncomfortable Louis Vuitton and hop on the table to dance to the cheering crowd. According to Sandra, that was what the poor peasants did and it would ruin her public image if she done something like that.
But why attend a party if we're only going to stare with longing? Trudy whined in her head.
However, no matter how much the uplifting beat of the music of Royal Blue - which their drummer was apparently Zarek - Trudy aspired to be like her sister too much to risk it. Trudy straightened her black Versace top and made her way to the kitchen to grab herself a can of beer, the golden sequins of her shredded M S G M skirt brushing against her sleek legs. If she wasn't having any fun, then she might as well relax.
Opening the fridge and scanning the contents, Trudy kicked the door closed - perhaps even breaking it - and groaned. Hunter was the school's weed and drugs supplier yet he ran out of drinks. What kind of party doesn't have any booze? Even though the cans of cheep beer weren't really Trudy's preference - she was more of a champagne and wine girl - she still wanted alcohol in her system. This party officially sucks.
"Trudy, hi," Raven appeared, her worn off black fingernails picking at the royal blue scrunchy in her hair. "Did you hear us play? What did you think?"
Trudy gave the girl a once over and kept the gags to herself. Raven was wearing baggy jeans and a black, oversized hoodie that looked as if she dressed herself out of her dad's closet. Raven's pretty, forest green eyes were glinting, her cheeks rosy as she waited for Trudy's answer, and Trudy couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. Raven was looking at her as if she wanted to eat her - and not the savage eating Trudy used to receive from other girls because they were jealous of her.
Trudy coughed, running her remarkably better fingernails through her wavy hair. "You were alright," Trudy said, looking around her, "Have you seen Evangeline?" Somehow, in the heat of the party, they separated. It wasn't in Trudy's nature to lean on someone else, always by herself, so she cringed a bit at her neediness.
At the compliment, Raven went bright red, which contradicted with her punk attire and personality. "Thank you," she said, pointing at the marbled counter. "Yes, I've seen her. She was with Zarek right here before we started playing. They were really intimate."
"Hmm," Trudy nodded in triumph. Finally, something juicy was about to happen.
"Hey, by the way, what happened between her and Ryan?" Raven said, and Trudy didn't know why she was still talking to her, "He doesn't want to tell me anything, but he's really sad. He even said that he misses her-"
