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[indent][i][color=violet]“You certainly don’t pull any punches, do you?”[/color][/i]

Shady couldn’t help but chuckle at the phrase Sav had used to describe her no-bullshit way of expressing herself. Had she done that on purpose, or had it just been a comical coincidence? On one hand, it was common knowledge that Sol’s main sport outside of the softball she played at school was boxing; so it was possible that the blonde’s words had been just a coincidence stemming from this well-known fact. But knowing the type of young woman Savanna Hart was -who always did things with a purpose, be it obvious or not, for the short or the long run-, Soleil could safely assume it was the former.

[color=firebrick]“Interesting choice of words to say to a boxer,”[/color] the dark-haired woman replied with an amused grin, cocking her head to the side. [color=firebrick]“And you bet your ass I don’t pull no punches. How do you think I’ve managed to get all the knockouts and no defeats?”[/color] Leave it to Shady to take the opportunity to boast of her sporting achievements in true Alpha fashion.

But it seemed that her detention partner couldn’t care less about her athletic records and was in no mood to beat around the bush, because her next question went straight to the point she wanted clarified.

[i][color=violet]“And what exactly about me is it that you find alluring about me, Sol?”[/color][/i] Savanna had asked, leaning forward towards Soleil and giving her a smirk, curiosity written all over the shorter girl’s small, attractive face. 

That the King’s Academy Queen Bee was taking the bait laid out by the Queen Jock was a rather surprising turn of events. And Shady, every bit as arrogant and proud as her older half-brother, was living for it. Even if the end result wasn’t the one she was pining for, Soleil would still play hard. She sure as hell wasn’t a fucking quitter.

[color=firebrick]“Let me paint the picture for you, Polly Pocket,”[/color] Sol began, a playful smirk on her lips now to let Sav know she meant the words as a pet name and not an insult. [color=firebrick]“There’s a curious little thing from where I come from. You see: every one of my family members has a particular preference when it comes to who they wanna spend some one-on-one time with that’s like ridiculously obvious. My father likes women with dark hair, light eyes, pale skin and that were as damaged as he once was. My uncle -Dad’s brother- has a weakness for Latinas with big asses, which is why he ended up smitten with my Aunt Audrey since they were teens. And Dante’s an absolute sucker for redheads, even if you could think he doesn’t really discriminate. But me? I like them blondies. Kenzie was an exception to the rule, and look where that got me,”[/color] she said sarcastically, letting out a cynical laugh at the thought of [url=https://i.imgur.com/f4r2cix.jpg]the brunette ex-girlfriend[/url] that had broken her heart over a year before. [color=firebrick]“That’s why I’m back to my foolproof fetish. You pair these pretty golden locks you have with those pretty little lips of yours, and I’d say this is a winning combination right here.”[/color] Soleil finished, looking seductively at Savanna straight in the eyes while playing with a strand of the other girl’s hair.[/indent][hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180614/c8e3e3b27771f7a5ba4c746d03d5ce02.png[/img]
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[indent]Even with the sudden silence that had fallen between them, Antonella had absolutely no idea of what Wade would be going on about. She merely sat there, eagerly but patiently waiting for him to voice the favor he wanted to ask her. He began to explain that he’d been getting a lot of stares since school started, which came as no news to the brunette. Even when she’d tried to tune them out, she’d heard the whispers coming from the female population of King’s Academy on how Wade Ashford had done the glow-up of the century, and how they would totally drop their panties for him if he asked. Hell, his new look had nearly made her crash into a tree that same morning, for God’s sake, and she’d been crushing on him for years now! It was no shock that everybody else would stare, too.

The real kicker came when said that Dante was the one who suggest that Wade should ‘practice’. At this, Ella brightened up instantly, butterflies in her stomach as a million different scenarios races through her head. She could totally help him practice whatever he needed! More time alone together, right? They could practice the talking, the holding hands, the dating ettiquete… Oh my God! What if he needed help in the kissing department?! What if [i]he asked her to practice kissing[/i]?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! So exciting!!!!

However, the moment Ella’s clueless mind realized what was [i]really[/i] going on, all excitement vanished on the spot. Wade wanted her help to deal with the attention of all the [i]other[/i] girls at school. Obviously, this meant that now that he had the chance, he wanted to explore the dating scene… Which [i]also[/i] meant that, on top of struggling with her crush, she now had the pressure of him being totally appealing and available to all the other females. To everyone else, this would be the perfect incentive to come clean about their long-harbored feelings. But for someone as shy and inexperienced in matters of the heart as Antonella, this was easier said than done. And with the selfless was she was, she would rather watch Wade be happy with someone else than risk their friendship being ruined… Even if it made her feel like crap.

Realizing she’d been quiet for more time than was acceptable, Ella quicky perked up. [color=B3095B]“Um, sure! I would be happy to help you out!”[/color] she replied, her tone of voice as fake as the happy expression she’d put on her face. [color=B3095B]“That’s what f-friends are for.”[/color]

Honestly? Wade’s favor felt a million times worse than having fallen on the school pool with all her clothes on and landing herself in detention. This was definitely [i]not[/i] her day.[/indent]