Jessica's finger twitched over the edge of her skirt. She was nervous, drunk, and trying not to show any of it. Somehow she'd let her old friend Katie talk her in to... this. It was a mess.
It had started as a small reunion between old friends, and now; 'WELCOME: Class of 2007!' was proclaimed by several banners strung up around the house. Instead of a few dear old friends there were all the people she'd hated then, and hated now.
Melanie Trent, who'd thrown her flute out the window. Stacy... Findel? Findelle? She'd tried to turn Katie against Jess, and succeeded for a week. Jessica tried to hang a smile on her face as Mel walked past, to be met with a sarcastic nod. Too good for me then, too good for me now. Bitch.
'Heey Jessie!' She turned in confusion. 'hey loser, over here!'
Just when things couldn't get worse.
Leo was good looking guy, there was no doubt about it. The only problem was that he knew it, and had known it from a young age. He smiled his self-satisfied smile and wrenched her in to a hug, his hands lower than they should be.
'Wow Jessie, I can't believe it. It's been, what - '
'- Ten years, Leo. Don't call me Jessie, I always hated that.' She meant to say it quietly, with a hint of defiance. It came out as meek whinge.
'I know, I know... Jessie.' he said nodding, his infuriating dark eyes running over her.
'Ow, that scowl. You'd almost be pretty if you weren't so expressive.' Jessica's anger warred with confusion. Was that a compliment? Wait, was she too expressive?
As she tried to think of a comeback, Leo calmly reached out a hand, grabbed her hair by the roots and pulled. Hard.
'Ow ow ow! Leo!' He let go instantly and laughed. 'What the fuck was that for?'