#sutton clark

Twisting the cap back on the black shiny tube of lipstick she sighed and tossed it in her purse. Grabbing a napkin from the dispenser in the bathroom she wiped off the red she had just smeared across her lips. It was the complete wrong shade and conflicted with her hair to say the least. The down side about being a red head was the fact that most reds made her look like she was auditioning to be a clown. Just as she tossed the towel into the trashcan she saw Chole walk in with a couple girls behind her. Scowling at the girls who followed behind Chole she tried not to roll her eyes. She wasn’t going to stand there while the girls she spent the last 2 years becoming friends with worshiped the ground Chole walked on and talked about how perfect she was. Chole hadn’t even been back two weeks, but everyone was more than willing to spend their time kissing her ass. The last thing she needed today was to be reminded of all of those horrible memories from childhood.

She quickly reapplied a different lip gloss that was more suited for her skin and then did a once over to make sure her hair was still in place. Once her routine was done she hurried out of the bathroom pushing past the Chole Worshipers, into the busy hall. The hall was packed with people all scrambling to get to their next class and it was a mad house to say the least. Jumping into the sea of people she made her way to her locker waving and smiling at people who pasted her by in the hall. All of that smiling and waving did make her feel a little like she was in a Miss America pageant, but she had to keep up appearances; she had to stay liked. Once she made it to her locker she saw Emily and Alexis standing next to each other in a deep discussion about something she couldn’t hear. “What are you two talking about?” Sutton asked, appearing behind Alexis. A couple nothings were said on both ends before both girls took off in opposite directions down the halls. “Was that weird?” She asked herself aloud. “You do realize talking to yourself in the hall seems a little crazy right?” Luke smirked as he appeared next to her. “Hush!” Sutton warned before pushing him playfully away. “Hey, I’m just warning you before the people in white coats show up to take you away.” Luke laughed loudly before disappearing back into the sea of people. Luke had been her best friend since childhood, and over the years he had more became like her brother. He was one of the few her had always stuck by her no matter what. When she went through her goth, artsy, hipster, cowgirl, and even skateboard faze. She had tried every weird faze there was hoping to fit into some group, and no matter what Luke stuck around. Hell, he was even the one who taught her how to skateboard. He was even the one who took her to the hospital when she thought she broken her arm falling off the skateboard. Nothing in the world could buy a friendship like that and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word, “Bumping into people is my favorite pastime, coupled with water aerobics and skydiving.” Stiles almost rolled his eyes, but held himself back when he realized that the chick might actually claw his eyes out if he tried. Even though he couldn’t help but mutter about what might be locals and their hospitality under his breath, he actually took a closer look at the girl in front of him; trying to see something other than the irritation on her face and the obvious alcohol in her system making her pupils blow wide open, her cheeks redden. His hand cupped her elbow when she stumbled, only letting go when he knew she wasn’t going to fall again — his dad’s words about helping any girl who needed it ringing in his head, despite her verbal (and physical) protests to the contrary.

Her next words made him feel too dual sensations: the urge to laugh because who really threatens someone with skinning them for a coat? And the feeling that maybe he actually should listen to her, his hand not holding his phone shoving down deep into his pocket lest he feel the urge to touch her again. Though he couldn’t really see that happening anytime soon, after all. He smiled almost sardonically when she laughed at his comment about the town they found themselves in, his body moving before he gave it conscious thought — sitting on the curb next to her, a few inches of space between them.