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Casey felt her eyes on his lip. He could only imagine the state he was in. "Nothing. It's not important -- I just need to leave, and quickly. Say you'll come with me. Please, Corey." The male replied as he begged her. "Yeah, he did, but I'm not taking it anymore. I'm getting far away from here" Casey muttered, wincing as he pressed a hand to his lip.
corey had only been standing on casey’s doorstep less than a minute before the door swung open. her pouty, glossed lips parted, eyes zeroing in on her friend’s bloodied lip. “whoa, what happened?” the response fell from his mouth so fast that her brain could barely keep up. must’ve had something to do with coming off a ten hour shift at the gas station. it sounded like a jumbled mess. all she heard was come with me. “c’mere.” corey breathed, pulling him onto the porch. “your dad did this?”
“'fraid it isn't a phase, but a maybank trait. i would have thought you would have figured that out by now, i mean you've seen my brother. you know my brother.”
it isn't snarky—but it isn't sweet either. it's somewhere in between, because she doesn't like the fact that millie knows her well enough to be able to read her. “my brother and your brother are god knows where, doin' god knows what, and i'm supposed to—... what? skip across the beach, alcohol in hand? act like everything's fine and dandy?”
@ameliamaybank said — "why are you so concerned about me?"
“this isn't concern …" millie chuckled drying, arms folding over her chest with a click of her tongue. always playing it cool, unaffected by others. the only person she ever truly worried over was john b. "it's me acknowledging how fucking annoying you've been acting lately and wanting to know what's up. like how long is this attitude gonna last?”
“no, nothin', but...” blue eyes descended the entirety of olivia whitman, narrowing in suspicious once they met the other's again. “somethin's going on with you. i don't know what, but somethin'. you've got a glow. it's giving 'i'm getting laid', but i could be wrong.”
@ameliamaybank said — "what aren’t you telling me?"
how did she know? sucking in a breath, olivia immediately went into denial mode, glossed lips curling at the ends. “nothing … everything's good. no news to report.” she was overcompensating, but no one knew that she and pope heyward were dating. the last thing she wanted was shit from her friends for seeing a pogue in secret. “why did you hear something?”
“first things first, honey pot,” she raises her chin, the pogue's head held high now, “we aren't on entitlement isle, watch your tone. you don't talk to me like that—nobody talks to me like that.”
“might know somethin', might not, you don't know and you won't know 'til you show some basic fucking courtesy. instead of barking orders, try a please.”
@ameliamaybank said — "you seriously think i could’ve done this?"
autumn contemplated the question, mulling over it for a pause. “no. you don't have the balls.” she concluded, head tilting back at amelia. “but i think you know who did. and i want to know … or things are going to get very bad for you."