He'd finished art school, gotten a job with an advertising firm while still being cool enough to hang with ridiculously fantastical people with odd na...es and odder jobs. His hair was short, his clothes deeply fashionable and therefore totally impractical, and he looked truly like the black sheep of the family."So where is everyone?" Duh? Where do you think?" Cory rolled her eyes and signed for horse, "Come on." She leapt up onto the Gator, the little quad-style pick up that was used for getting. My back arched, allowing him easy access. “Oh my fucking God,” I heard Paul say, almost in a half whisper, “Fucking hell.”He fucked me then, once he’d finished with me, I’d leave, out of the fire exit, then into Lou’s car, and away, away from this, away from Paul. I’d never go back, ever.Louise pulled my face away from her cunt, forced me to look at the camera, my face wet from her. It was so close, I hadn’t realised how close. I licked my lips, nerves, not lust, but that’s what it would look. ..well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside therealm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to dealwith, that's just plain fucked-up. That just makes a mockery ofeverything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit howmuch embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, mostsignificantly, yours truly.And he's supposed to love me, right? He always said he did, anyway. Ilove you, you're the most important thing in my life, etc etc.Yeah, right!Why the hell. What she did know was that it felt like her heart was being pulled out of her chest, as though the last ounce of love she had left was being pulled away from her. The only thing that that could mean as far as she was concerned was that Scott was hurt. Hurt and maybe dying, and she could not let that happen.She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, screaming out his name as she went. Strangely it was easy to know where to go; it was as though someone was guiding her. If she started going in.