Girls in their high school knew better than to try and grab Gage’s attention. He wanted no one but Natasha. He never actually told to anybody, but h... didn’t need to it. It was in his eyes, in his body language. When he was with her, he had a protective stance, as if always wanting her safe. It was the same for Natasha. Hardly ever did guys approach her unless they were looking for an easy rejection or a scolding from somebody who knew how it was with Gage and Natasha. They were their high. She took the seat, telling me thanks, and then said, “Oh look honey, it’s the guy I bumped into earlier. Be a sweetheart and buy him a drink.” He introduced himself as Mark and was very cordial. I bought him a double Scotch, neat, as he requested, and ordered a straight tequila for Lynda and a Heineken for myself, telling the bar tender to keep them coming. I then excused myself to the restroom. I took my time and before returning and found a secluded spot to watch what was happening. Lynda. He woke up reaching for her, groaning when he realized she wasn’t beside him. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. By the light coming through his window, he judged it to be ten or eleven o’clock. He dreaded facing her. After his hateful remark, she would be furious at him. Even though he had intended to distance her from him, Nick wasn’t looking forward to Jess’s anger. He showered and dressed in a pair of old jeans, a tee shirt and a sweater. He donned a thick pair of wool socks. ." Both girls burst into laughter at that. A short distance away, a slender girl was making her way towards the steps, frowning slightly as she saw Danielle and Lisa, hoping that she could get past without them noticing her. Unfortunately, Pamela was one of Danielle's favorite targets for insults... due largely to the fact that she only possessed small A cup sized breasts, almost making her look flat chested. "Damn," Pamela muttered to herself, wishing that for once that she didn't have to feel.