I Want You So Bad || Fiona
Imogen let out a long sigh as she fell back against her mattress, staring up at the ceiling. She didn’t know what she was doing or thinking or feeling anymore. She was being irrational, she knew she was, but yet she couldn’t seem to just follow through with her original plan. Fiona had sucked her in, and she had no choice but to finally give in and see what being with Fiona would be like. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that Fiona was a girl; it didn’t seem to make much of a difference to her. Imogen had never been with a girl before, although she had kissed Sadie on a dare once. She had felt mildly attracted to some girls before, but never thought much of it. Now, things were different; she was actually considering on taking up a relationship with her best friend and former enemy.
She stood up and changed out of her pajamas and into a purple skirt. She threw on a long-sleeved black shirt and then a purple camisole over it. She took up her long hair and pull it into one neat ponytail, though she coiled a few wisps of hair in the front with her index finger and let them fall down against her cheeks. She fixed her make up and slipped her glasses back on her nose. She put on a pair of sandal wedges and texted Ryan, telling him she had to cancel. She was afraid of what would happen if she actually called; would he yell at her? Imogen didn’t want to find out. She walked outside of the room and sat down on the sofa, picking at her nail polish and waiting for Fiona.
Imogen looked over to Jake, who was still lying on her bed. “She heard us talking,” she told him. “She’s going to think I’m crazy again. She’s going to make me stop seeing you.” “Lie,” he instructed her. “I did, but she won’t believe me.” Imogen sighed, and his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry,” she tried to apologize but he looked away. She stood up, buttoning the plaid shirt she had worn to bed up to the top button so that it revealed nothing. She left the long sleeves rolled down and found a pair of jeans in her bag, which she slipped on. She stepped into a pair of boots and did her hair up in a bun. Fiona wanted her covered, so that was what she’d be. She turned around to speak to Jake when she realized he was gone. Her heart twisted painfully but she just sighed once more as she opened the door to her room. She found Fiona sitting at her counter, objects laid out before her. Imogen approached her and, without a word, took a seat beside her and pulled the items over to her. Before her was a bowl and a bag of weed as well as a lighter, and Imogen’s stomach churned. She opened the bag and wordlessly began delicately stuffing the weed into the bowl. Flashbacks of watching Eli do this helped her to do it expertly, and she held the bowl up to her lips. She picked up the lighter and flicked it on, bringing the flame to the contents. She inhaled the smoke, Eli’s voice instructing in her head, “Hold it in. You should feel it in your chest.” She waited a moment before tilting her head back and blowing the smoke up to the ceiling, closing her eyes. She finally looked back down and carefully put the bowl upright back on the table and pushed the objects back to Fiona, looking away from the girl.
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“Jake’s coming,” Imogen announced as she collapsed onto her bed. She peeled off her long sleeve shirt, leaving her in a tank top and black shorts. Ryan lifted his eyebrows as he sat down beside her. “Really?” She nodded. “Which means you should go.” She tried to keep her tone lighthearted, wanting to look past their incident earlier. “No, I want to stay. I want to meet the guy, talk to him for a minute.” Imogen hesitated. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea..” “I just want to say hello and then I’ll leave, okay? Promise,” he swore, and she sighed. “Fine. Leave right after though - no stalling or delaying.” Ryan nodded, and his eyes traveled down her body, sizing up the long scratches and white scars on her skin and then falling on her purpling wrist. His eyes widened. “Did I do that?” Imogen didn’t answer, and his expression turned to one of pain. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” She shook her head. “It’s fine.” He paused, and then leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. Her body tensed as she felt his lips grazing along her cheek, moving to her lips, and Imogen turned her head so that he couldn’t reach. He frowned and suddenly tackled her, pushing her back against the bed. She yelped, and her heart raced in terror. He gave her a smirk, and his hands traveled down her sides…and then began to tickle her. She didn’t have enough time to be shocked as squeals and giggles fell from her lips. She thought she heard a faint knock on the door, and she managed to pant out, “Come…in!” before shrieking again as Ryan’s tickle attack continued.
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