With Abigail by her side, she felt strong enough to put up with the
mindless prattle constantly thrown at her by Leslie and the others.
"I read Lauren Royal's Lily last week," Abagail spoke in that soft low tone of hers. "I thought Amethyst was her best work, but Lily was quite well written.'
"Yes, I agree. Amethyst was my favorite as well. Amy was a very headstrong female character. Reminded me a lot of you actually,"
She couldn't help adding that last part in. Abigail blushed, and fought to keep the impending smile off her face.
"I don't know why I agree to go out with Leslie and her friends," Abigail admitted quietly so that none of the others could hear. " I'd much rather be at home with a book. Yet whenever I'm with them I get this feeling of popularity. Its just, they're so perfect." Hailey snorted a retort.
"Trust me, they are far from perfect. In looks, yes, but in personality? They're lacking, trust me."
Finally, a true friend. Just in time to hurdle the next big obstacle that was about to walk into her path. literally.
"Oh my God, isn't that the boy from your party Hailey?" Gentre yanked at her arm, forcing her to stop. One perfectly manicured finger pointed over towards a group of people, where a familiar face was emerging. Hailey's heart dropped to her stomach. Why did she have to run into Spot?
Blindly she clutched at Abigail's bony pale arm, unable to tear her eyes away from him. After last night, she swore she never wanted to see him again, and this afternoon was no acceptation. Running. That was her first thought, but the comforting hand Abigail put on her arm gave her the tiniest bit of strength to stay. He froze when he saw her too, clearly not expecting to see her gallivanting through the streets of Brooklyn. All the pain from the previous night came flooding back in one horrendous flood; hitting her so hard her legs nearly gave way beneath her. How could he be so cruel and yet still remain a god in her eyes? His hair was rumpled, as if he'd woken up.
'Long night with Peaches no doubt,'
It drifted through her mind before she had time to stop it. No matter how much loathing she held for the man, the thought of him with Peaches sent a rather sharp stab of jealousy through her. Everyone's eyes were trained on Spot, but he only looked at her. Those emerald rays gleamed with an inhuman radiance against the pale, sleep-deprived contours of his face.
"Are you all right?" Abigail's voice slipped softly into her ear. That was the question wasn't it? And suddenly, for reasons that vanished, she knew the answer.
Of all the luck, running into the one girl he'd never in a million years dreamed he'd see on the dusty streets during business hours. Yet she stood in front of him, surrounded by a group of high society girls, with a rather expensive silver scarf draped around her neck. Fragments of her image slid in and out of his broken dreams, but nothing was too coherent. When he first stepped out of the crowd of shoving people and saw her, standing out in her green dress amongst the dirt-stained drab of the commoners, he'd thought he was still dreaming.
The curious and disgusted stares of her friends were the wake-up call to him that indeed he was awake. Dreams with her in it (which he wouldn't admit to the world he'd been having) usually had something to do with waltzing or candlelight. Niether of them were present, which was an even more disappointing reminder that the situation was about to become quite uncomfortable. As he saw it, he had two options. 1) he could simply pretend he never saw her and continue on his way or 2) he could go up and speak to her. Sure, he'd been an ass the previous night, but she'd forget over night, right?
Wrong. Spot had decided on option number two, opting to speak incase she got the crazy notion that he was chickening out and running away. Spot Conlon wasn't a chicken, that's for damn sure. Crossing the dusty gap of empty space that distanced them, he turned his attention momentarily to the rest of the girls, plastering on his trademark smile. Sidekicks were always easier to take out, he'd learned that from a life on the streets, and the girls were no exception.
"Aftahnoon ladies," he purred out, focusing on all the eyes except Hailey's. A few of the girls were stubborn, he obviously wouldn't reach all of them, but 2 of them quickly flushed and smiled, averting their eyes quickly.
'Talented as evah, Spot Conlon scoahs again.' He silently congratulated himself on yet another victory. Feeling high on luck, he decided to approach the object of his dealings.
"Hailey," his confidence wavered only slightly as he focused his gaze on her icy blue eyes. "Could I tawk ta ya foah a second?"
Instead of flushing and reluctantly hobbling away from her friends as he'd expected her to do, she only straightened up and glared down at him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Conlon, I don't believe I have anything worth discussing with you."
One simple sentence and she instantly lost him his footing. One of the girls snickered, others hid amused smiles beneath gloved hands. The girl who held Hailey's arm wasn't so modest about her disapproval. Though timid in appearance, she glared at him with stony brown eyes. Later he would ponder over the girl and be reminded slightly of Slingshot. For now though, he was too busy watching in rapture as she and her friends hauntingly turned and pranced away. Several long minutes he stood there, staring at the spot where she had stood. Had she really just snubbed him? Though many had tried, no one quite succeeded in making him feel lower than dirt. In 14 little words, she accomplished the impossible. And it stung like hell.
~~~~ (A.N~~ I'm alliiiiivvve! Geeze, I haven't updated since I got back from Ireland have i? I'm horribly horribley sorry! I deserve the harsh "f you" comment that I received from "Mr/Mrs Annonymous"!!!! is anyone still reading? I hope so! Cee Cee? Sarah Kate? You girls haven't left me have you? *bites nail nervously* well heres some more!)
"I read Lauren Royal's Lily last week," Abagail spoke in that soft low tone of hers. "I thought Amethyst was her best work, but Lily was quite well written.'
"Yes, I agree. Amethyst was my favorite as well. Amy was a very headstrong female character. Reminded me a lot of you actually,"
She couldn't help adding that last part in. Abigail blushed, and fought to keep the impending smile off her face.
"I don't know why I agree to go out with Leslie and her friends," Abigail admitted quietly so that none of the others could hear. " I'd much rather be at home with a book. Yet whenever I'm with them I get this feeling of popularity. Its just, they're so perfect." Hailey snorted a retort.
"Trust me, they are far from perfect. In looks, yes, but in personality? They're lacking, trust me."
Finally, a true friend. Just in time to hurdle the next big obstacle that was about to walk into her path. literally.
"Oh my God, isn't that the boy from your party Hailey?" Gentre yanked at her arm, forcing her to stop. One perfectly manicured finger pointed over towards a group of people, where a familiar face was emerging. Hailey's heart dropped to her stomach. Why did she have to run into Spot?
Blindly she clutched at Abigail's bony pale arm, unable to tear her eyes away from him. After last night, she swore she never wanted to see him again, and this afternoon was no acceptation. Running. That was her first thought, but the comforting hand Abigail put on her arm gave her the tiniest bit of strength to stay. He froze when he saw her too, clearly not expecting to see her gallivanting through the streets of Brooklyn. All the pain from the previous night came flooding back in one horrendous flood; hitting her so hard her legs nearly gave way beneath her. How could he be so cruel and yet still remain a god in her eyes? His hair was rumpled, as if he'd woken up.
'Long night with Peaches no doubt,'
It drifted through her mind before she had time to stop it. No matter how much loathing she held for the man, the thought of him with Peaches sent a rather sharp stab of jealousy through her. Everyone's eyes were trained on Spot, but he only looked at her. Those emerald rays gleamed with an inhuman radiance against the pale, sleep-deprived contours of his face.
"Are you all right?" Abigail's voice slipped softly into her ear. That was the question wasn't it? And suddenly, for reasons that vanished, she knew the answer.
Of all the luck, running into the one girl he'd never in a million years dreamed he'd see on the dusty streets during business hours. Yet she stood in front of him, surrounded by a group of high society girls, with a rather expensive silver scarf draped around her neck. Fragments of her image slid in and out of his broken dreams, but nothing was too coherent. When he first stepped out of the crowd of shoving people and saw her, standing out in her green dress amongst the dirt-stained drab of the commoners, he'd thought he was still dreaming.
The curious and disgusted stares of her friends were the wake-up call to him that indeed he was awake. Dreams with her in it (which he wouldn't admit to the world he'd been having) usually had something to do with waltzing or candlelight. Niether of them were present, which was an even more disappointing reminder that the situation was about to become quite uncomfortable. As he saw it, he had two options. 1) he could simply pretend he never saw her and continue on his way or 2) he could go up and speak to her. Sure, he'd been an ass the previous night, but she'd forget over night, right?
Wrong. Spot had decided on option number two, opting to speak incase she got the crazy notion that he was chickening out and running away. Spot Conlon wasn't a chicken, that's for damn sure. Crossing the dusty gap of empty space that distanced them, he turned his attention momentarily to the rest of the girls, plastering on his trademark smile. Sidekicks were always easier to take out, he'd learned that from a life on the streets, and the girls were no exception.
"Aftahnoon ladies," he purred out, focusing on all the eyes except Hailey's. A few of the girls were stubborn, he obviously wouldn't reach all of them, but 2 of them quickly flushed and smiled, averting their eyes quickly.
'Talented as evah, Spot Conlon scoahs again.' He silently congratulated himself on yet another victory. Feeling high on luck, he decided to approach the object of his dealings.
"Hailey," his confidence wavered only slightly as he focused his gaze on her icy blue eyes. "Could I tawk ta ya foah a second?"
Instead of flushing and reluctantly hobbling away from her friends as he'd expected her to do, she only straightened up and glared down at him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Conlon, I don't believe I have anything worth discussing with you."
One simple sentence and she instantly lost him his footing. One of the girls snickered, others hid amused smiles beneath gloved hands. The girl who held Hailey's arm wasn't so modest about her disapproval. Though timid in appearance, she glared at him with stony brown eyes. Later he would ponder over the girl and be reminded slightly of Slingshot. For now though, he was too busy watching in rapture as she and her friends hauntingly turned and pranced away. Several long minutes he stood there, staring at the spot where she had stood. Had she really just snubbed him? Though many had tried, no one quite succeeded in making him feel lower than dirt. In 14 little words, she accomplished the impossible. And it stung like hell.
~~~~ (A.N~~ I'm alliiiiivvve! Geeze, I haven't updated since I got back from Ireland have i? I'm horribly horribley sorry! I deserve the harsh "f you" comment that I received from "Mr/Mrs Annonymous"!!!! is anyone still reading? I hope so! Cee Cee? Sarah Kate? You girls haven't left me have you? *bites nail nervously* well heres some more!)