Nora inwardly groaned at the sight of the blonde before them. Clad in a sheer, spaghetti strapped red dress that could've passed as a shirt that hung on her stick thin body, fiery eyes, and an all too familiar face. Marcie.
"You didn't tell her?" Nora asked skeptically, pulling away from Patch, her face accusing.
"Not like that Angel. I didn't see her. How could I tell her?" Patch asked, reclaiming Nora in his arms. His lips made a trail of butterfly kisses from her shoulder to her lips, and back down thrice before Nora scowled.
"I guess that's okay then," Nora scowled. Patch chuckled. Marcie cleared her throat.
"What?" Nora asked. Then Marcie noticed Tristan standing by the road, but she didn't see Ivy.
"Hey," Marcie flirted, sashaying up to Tristan. Her cool expression she had put on for Patch slipped into a flirty, simpering smile. She twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger, sucking on her upper lip so the bottom stuck out in some sort of pout. Tristan barely looked at her.
"Hey," came the emotionless response. Then Marcie saw Ivy. She was standing in front of Tristan, his arms wrapped around her, her head against his chest. His face was buried in her crown of long, brown hair. Marcie's eyes trailed over Ivy's slim figure.
"Hey, you two new around here?" Marcie asked. Ivy smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and nodded.
"They're going to our school," Nora said. Marcie didn't so much as spare Nora a glance.
"The spring formal is in a month, but you're gonna wanna get the best dresses. We should go shopping together. Tomorrow," Marcie said, her tone made it clear that Nora wasn't invited.
"Sorry, but I was gonna hang out with Nora tomorrow. Maybe some other time," Ivy said. Marcie huffed.
"Well, see ya around school then. Sit with us at lunch," The latter wasn't an invitation. It sounded more like an order.
"Maybe," Ivy said, her lips curling into a faint smile. Marcie waved at Ivy, batted her eyes at Tristan, and flashed Patch another coy look and blew him a kiss before she left, heels clicking on the pavement.
"Anorexic pig," Nora muttered. Patch chuckled, pulling her closer, holding her tighter.
The moonlight bathed them in beams of soft, silver light, the silence warm around them. Leaves rustled, and the faint sound of music leaked from the house next door. It seemed like a perfect scene out of a corny movie, the scene right before something goes unexpectedly, horribly wrong.