#etoilesfranchi

                 it's strict sorority rules. she's not supposed to have                  intimate relations with any guy that's not in a frat.                  but those rules don't apply over the summer -- when                  she got with a guy named owen. camilla knew that                  the sorority she was in looked down on him, that she                  would probably get in trouble for even looking at him.                  so they took off to miami and spent the summer                  together after a few weeks of sneaking around. it                  was hot and steamy and so much better than                  spending time with the frat guys. but now college                  has started again and they agreed not to see each                  other. it was easier for both of them to just forget                  about it. & tonight is a huge frat party that everyone                  is attending -- and camilla is having fun. she's                  chatting and flirting with the frat guys, smiling and                  laughing until she spots him across the room. she                  tries to ignore him, clearing her throat and turning                  her gaze back to the wasted guy in front of her.

  ❝ i want to spill blood. ❞

            ❝ do you want to have a little bit of FUN tonight?❞   he's got their next victim tied to a chair   & blindfolded behind him, stepping aside    to show her just that.                ❝he's a bad guy nadia. caught him trying                  to hurt someone. what are y'gonna do                  about it?❞

          Delicately perched between the first and second, smoke spindles           up from the burning end of a cigarette. Jeremy's half lidded blues           flit over his surroundings a little less there than he appears and far           more there than anyone would assume. It's a odd life, to be so           contradictory. Maybe he figures that's human nature ; maybe he           figures that philosophical thoughts such as should have enough           decency not to bother him until he's finished his coffee. He doesn't           even know where he is ; can't for the life of him recall what the last           exit he passed said, much less the last state line he crossed.

            ❝i'm sure you're proud.❞