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[indent][indent]It was almost funny how quickly things had suddenly gone so wrong. Summer was tipsy, at best (she had never been much of a lightweight), but all of the dancing and the laughing had made her dizzy nonetheless. It had taken her a minute to notice that Alice had stopped dancing, but when she did, a spark of annoyance had sharpened her tone as she demanded to know why her dancing partner had abandoned her. Alice had made all of this effort for Summer to have fun and she would just leave her like this? 

All anger towards Alice, however, disappeared completely when she uttered the name that she had not mentioned in half a year. The name that Summer had to hear again and again as Alice had sobbed her heart out over this scumbag. Sure, Summer had more than her fair share of exes, but none of them made her as angry as Carson did, and he wasn't even [i]her ex[/i]. Upon seeing's Alice's features close up in sorrow made Summer's fists tighten in fury as her gaze swept the room for his face. And there he was. Standing just across from them, with a stranger she had never seen before. The stranger was not important, though. What was important was that he was [i]heading their way.[/i]

[color=F08080][b]"That absolute, fucking -" [/b][/color]Summer cut herself off as she turned to face the advancing dickheads, crossing her arms and replacing the shock on her features with icy, vicious superiority. Now would've been a great time to have a band of girlfriends ready to attack, but Summer knew she hadn't exactly been the kindest tonight, so instead it was just she and Alice standing head-to-head with Carson Donaldson and his wannabe goth friend. It wasn't as if it was much of a match, anyway. Summer could drag those boys to Hell, kicking and screaming, if she really wanted to. 

[color=F08080][b]"I'll do the talking, Al." [/b][/color]She murmured to her friend, not taking her eyes off of the guys that were now only a few steps away. This was only met with a shake of Alice's head, however.

[color=6ecff6][b]"No. It's fine. I'll handle it."[/b][/color]

It very clearly was not fine, but Summer took a step back nonetheless, her jaw still set in stony fury, and let Alice speak.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Hi. Carson." [/b][/color]It was obvious, to Summer, at least, that Alice struggled to even say his name, but she kept her mouth shut. She may be a bossy bitch, but she could appreciate the times when her friend needed her own space to be heard.

So, instead, Summer shifted her attention to the stranger standing next to Carson as he introduced himself as ‘Paul’. With a brow perfectly arched, her gaze slid over this friend of Carson’s, scrutinising him. Sure, he was good looking in a forbidden kind of way, but the ass he was standing next to was enough to make Sunmer’s lip curl in contempt. 

[color=F08080][b]“Oh, I’m sorry. Did anyone ask?”[/b][/color] Her tone was dangerous, challenging. It was the voice she used when she was testing her limits - seeing if someone would step up. 

[color=F08080][b]“What are you trying to look like? A Jonas Brother?” [/b][/color]She gestured down to his all black attire, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Game on. 
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[indent][indent]This scene had been played out in Alice’s head over and over again. At first, it had ended one way - she would run into Carson’s arms and he would apologise for leaving, kiss her and tell her he loved her. But then it soured - in an ideal world, she now would slap him straight across that annoyingly attractive face, call him a dick head, flip her hair and walk away. Summer-style. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, the two of them were standing there. Awkwardly.  

[color=6ecff6][b]“So, you’ve been at Shit —-“ [/b][/color]She stopped herself before she could finish the word, casting a quick glance to this Paul beside him. [color=6ecff6][b]“I mean, Eastctrest...this whole time?” [/b][/color]

She hated the memories his face brought back. The laughter and and the love, but mainly the sadness and the loss. She could remember when he left almost as if it hadn’t been the best part of a year ago. She remembered calling him again and again, pacing her room with worry while Summer tried to reassure her that he was probably just on vacation or something. And then a week went by with no sign of him, then two weeks, then almost a month. It was then that Summer practically dragged Alice to his house, knocking on the door ferociously with her perfectly-manicured hand and demanding to know where Carson was. It was then that they found out he had left. Left without telling her. Left without saying goodbye. 

To say the least, Alice cried. A lot. She missed him for a long time, with only Summer and her brother, Hunter, being the ones that could comfort him. But that longing soon turned to fury and she told herself again and again, if she only knew where he was, then she’d track him down and hurt him like he hurt her. 

But now he was standing right there, and all she could do was greet him with the ghost of a smile on her face. She was pathetic. It was times like these that she really, truly wished that she was Summer; so that she could throw a drink over him or something and walk away in slow-motion with everyone cheering. But instead, she was Alice. Lousy Alice.  [/indent][/indent]