Facial Teen

Her fine lengthy, platinum blonde hair was swept back into a high ponytail, the ends brushing against her strong shoulders. “Let’s do it properly, don’t fucking pull on my pants and mess up my stuff, you freaking dweeb.” Kassie muttered and she dragged Wu over to the table. His stubby fingers fumbling with a tripod, as he mumbled to himself about lighting and angles. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and anything but romantic—more akin to a ravenous huntress feeding than anything tender. A simple round table and a copying machine filled the room. “You’ll pay for that,” he growled, his eyes dark with a rage that she had never seen. Amanda froze at his vicious words. I can live for the rest of the week with one.”

Kassie’s thoughts raced. She marched fast through the throng of students, her perfect head held high, but her thoughts were anything but.