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?'
'That's just what you used to say! You remember, right?'
Jessica did remember. Leo always managed to be the cause of her woes. He was the one to trip her up in front of everyone. To fall on her and make her the bottom of the pile. To hold her down and pull her hair.
'Ah!' Leo grabbed yanked again, but slowly. It felt... odd. This time he pulled her a little toward him.
'Just like old times. Or maybe better,' he said with a glint in his eye. One hand moved below her skirt and firmly stroked her behind, the other cupped her breast.
'Hey, no.' She'd tried to sound assertive, but it came out as a challenge. Leo's hands were firm around her as he walked her upstairs.
'I don't like you,' said Jessica, as she stepped in to one of the bedrooms. 'You're a pri-' her words were cut off as Leo's mouth descended on her.