casey-roâ:
âYet,â Casey added and by the time the word had already left her lips, she realized that she wasnât sure why the fuck she had said that. What on Godâs sweet earth had possessed her to be so optimistic about a budding friendship with Gwen Prescott? There was no logic to it and truth be told, she didnât even really want to be friends with Gwen. The only benefit of something like that, she thought, would be a slight reduction in the chances that Casey would die at Gwenâs hand.
She accepted the information sheet, expecting that to prompt a swift end to their interaction but much to Caseyâs surprise, Gwen had more to say for herself. She listened with morbid intrigue, like somebody who slowed down to see what was going on at the scene of a road traffic accident. âSure- what is it?â she confirmed, signing her life away before she even knew what she was agreeing to. âOh yeah, no problemo- no, I totally get it, Iâm with you on that,â she assured the other girl, â-and you can do the same for me,â she insisted, âWe can be like a team- like each otherâs lookouts, I donât want the boys to walk in all willy-nilly and see my hooters either. Itâs kind of weird rooming with them,â she was carrying the conversation all on her own, whether Gwen was an active party to it or not, â- but just Damian? Not Max? Is Max gay or something?âÂ
  At the three letter word, Gwenâs eyes twitched a fraction slimmer, a clear negative and instinctual response on her part at the idea of her and Casey ever becoming friends. She was weird, Gwen didnât know how else to put it. Weird, over talkative, and just another one of those Sci Fi nerds that went around asking aliens for anal or whatever it was that they all thought was Coolâ˘. Gwen wanted no part in it.
  Visible confusion crossed Gwenâs face when Casey expected the same treatment, immediately defensive about the contract before realizing a moment later, it wasnât unusual for people to not want to be around Damian Fitzgerald. Their own history aside, Gwen had to remind herself that in the last year, he hadnât exactly been at the top of everyoneâs friendship list. That reminder alone made her relax a little bit. Until she realized that her and Casey had something in common, then her shoulders tensed again.
  It was starting to get overwhelming listening to Casey, so quickly, Gwen cut her off. âFine, I donât care. All of them. Any and all boys, we warn each other, okay? Easy enough?â
















