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a half-drunken blur had her slow to react, eyes growing wide with panic upon being more or less  manhandled.  she’d been in situations like this too many times, with men a little too forward, a little too aggressive, but all forms of anxiety faded the moment she realized who it was. if anything, she  wished  he’d manhandle her more.  “  abel,  ”  she greeted with the sort of grin you might share with someone who knew all your secrets, as he surely used to.  “  i’m good. better now, actually, that you’re here. that guy was cute but he was fucking nuts. talking about taking me out on his boat or something, to probably murder me.  ”  jetta explained, feeling like she was talking too much.  “  how are you  ?  it’s been... a minute.  ”  her own manicured hands were placed on top of his.

“  are you a jealous person  ?  ”  jetta pressed, hoping to find comfort in the male’s answer despite how unlikely that was. she leaned into him as she spoke.  “  cause i never really thought i was but like...  ”  voice trailed off into a hum, as she wasn’t keen on admitting new personal qualities to herself. brows knitted with distress.  “  i heard that my ex got  hella  laid on vay-cay and now my hands keep doing this.  ”  fists are raised to show him, clenching and unclenching.  “  i feel like one of those underground fight club boys only i’m not getting any pussy out of it. i’m just  pissy.  ”  @teddylawrence​

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i don’t think she has before but it would come as no surprise if she some day does. it wouldn’t be personal. she really just thrives off of attention from others, so if she wasn’t getting enough of that in her relationship then she might seek outside sources.

“  smacks my fucking lips, god, i love sour punch straws. anything sour, really. ”

“  i got seventeen free drinks. and those were just the ones i actually counted. there’s no telling what happened when i was already fucked up, but like... that’s a new record for sure.  ”

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perhaps it was the drinking, or perhaps the grinch’s heart was melting,  (  or whatever the fuck that metaphor was  )  but jetta was struck with a tinge of sadness for the other. empathy, or something. and she didn’t like it. a sigh came from her as she mulled over just the best way to deal with this sort of feeling. she could swallow down the same way tomislav was now doing with the refreshments.  or...  “  let's sit, then.  ”  the blonde headed towards the aforementioned table, confidence exuding in the way she walked, albeit a bit wobbly. at first she went to sit on the table top itself, but decided against it, hoping to level the playing field and give the male’s nerves a break.  “  have you noticed how many people aren’t dressed in white  ?  not the people who did it on purpose, but the ones who don’t know.  ”  as she sat, she motioned towards an unfamiliar male across the room.  “  see there  ?  cream. eggshell, maybe.  not  white.  ”

          “  june, you are  so  fucking gay.  ”  words are sugarcoated and followed with a fairy-like laugh. perhaps that was why she liked the other girl so much in the first place. it was refreshing to hang around with someone of the same gender who didn’t wanna drone on and on about boys. even jetta, with her sultry interests and behavior, got sick of men sometimes. and it was during those times that she thought that juniper would make a better boyfriend.  “  i for one,  love  the peeking. i think you look good, though. like, you’re leaving a lot of mystery. who knows what you’ve got under there. it could be titties or it could be like, a dragon or something. who knows.  ”  overly eager hands take the drink from her, as she was actually quite fond of artificial cherry flavor and, more importantly, becoming belligerent in public.  “  that guy over there,  ”  she gestured towards a fellow student, nameless and uninteresting beyond his glossy dark hair.  “  tarzan.  see he’s def into the whole cereal box shape thing.  ”

          she couldn’t hide the confusion etched into her features, but jetta shouldn’t have been surprised. this wasn’t the first time she’d gotten herself into an awkward situation like this. however, it took a toll on her whenever she had to  teach  proper blowjob etiquette to other people. maybe she should’ve stuck to just a handy. nothing at all would’ve seemed too harsh, and the blonde didn’t like to regret her decisions.  “  well,  hi.  ”  she smiled with her mouth closed before pressing her lips into a line. really tomislav couldn’t have picked a worse time to approach her, alcohol in her system threatening to dismiss any filter she may have had otherwise.  “  no  ?  do you fucking see anyone  ?  silly.  ”  tone was light despite harsh words. after all, jetta wasn’t a bad person at her core. she didn’t  want  to hurt him, or his ego, or whatever the male was dealing with.  “  you know, tomislav... we don’t have to be friends. i mean, what happened happened. i don’t wanna you feel like you  have  to talk to me, or whatever. no offense, but you’re not exactly the first guy i’ve blown on a whim. as i’m sure you already know.  ”

          the warmth of the fire mirrored the warmth now brewing in her stomach and on her cheeks. it was easiest to blame it on the alcohol, but in truth, it was her body’s way of responding to  him.  sometimes she thought she was dying, especially when she spent more than a few hours with him at once, but in the best way possible.  “  oh, you know...  ”  she pushed her hair over her shoulder.  “  tanning. drinking. using any possible excuse to be topless in public. on my usual hot girl bullshit.  ”  jetta failed to mention the casual date she’d gone on with someone else just a day or two prior. or the random boy she’d kissed at the white party. or the countless local girls she’d been hanging around.  “  i’ve missed you, though. what are you doing tonight  ?  you should come home with me.  ”  eyebrows lifted with mischief.

          she’d been sort of ignoring the male since their ride in on the bus together. not neccessarily on purpose, as jetta was much more fond of matt than she let on, but a girl like her got distracted on a daily basis. whether it be by people  (  other guys  )  or fruity umbrella drinks on the beach. however, the minute she laid eyes on him  (  his fucking  back muscles  to be percise  )  gathered among a small crowd around the bonfire, she lit up like she was fucking on one. mostly finished drink was ditched on a fold-out table as she moved towards him, walking fast. a girl on a mission. hands were eager to touch him, both wrapping tight around his torso as her head became nustled beneath his arm.  “  hey sexy.  ”  she purred, a giggle threatening to spill over her pursed lips as she peered up at him.  @matthew-kellys​

          she was straight vibing, drunk for the second time that day, having now reached a point where standing alone didn’t feel so... well...  lonely.  her body swayed slightly, perhaps with the music or perhaps with blissful satisfaction. pale eyes were half-lidded as if the all-white background was snowfall lulling her to sleep. her own name pulls her out of her haze, hues now wide as they fell upon tomislav. in truth, jetta had hardly thought about him since their little date the week before. a part of her felt embarrassed, as her behavior reminded her of her high school self. of swirling rumors about  jetta’s sloppy toppy  that weren’t actually rumors at all. regardless, she offered him a smile, sweeter than usual. softer, somehow.  “  oh, hey... thanks. i like your dumb little crown.  ”  she replied, motioning towards the flowers on his head, kind of disconnected from her own self and instead focusing on what was around her.  “  i’m kinda fucked up right now,  coleslav.  i’m not gonna lie to you.  ”