Ginnie's POV:
Ginnie stood stalk still, her arms had frozen around Clark's neck and wouldn't move a smidgen. The gobsmacked look on Brielle's face had petrified her instantly, and she knew right then and there who to blame for her early, unfortunate death.
She wasn't even sure how this situation had even gotten this steamy. All she wanted to do was proclaim her undying love her Clark, and instantly become awkward and reserved around him until one of them died. She never expected him to proclaim HIS undying love for her, and then instantly rap his arms around her torso, and look her into her hazel-green eyes. His eyes had been shimmering in the light, and on thing led to another...and then...the snogging. The hard, passionate snogging that was anything but typical. It was magical. Ginnie had seen a roaring fire, bursting with life and mystery.
Until Brielle had came and put a damp, soggy, cold teabag on the fire, putting it out completely.
" What do you expect me to say to this,Clark?"
Brielle spat. You could visibly see the anger dripping out through her pours, the disgust in her eyes, all squinted up blocking any sign of glinting light to enter, and a wavering slope of uncertainty and hurt. She shot daggers into Ginnie as she waited patiently for Clark to answer her question.
As the awkward silence carried on, Nyree, Hazelle, and Judith were all flabbergasted. Shocked looks etched upon each of their semi-beautiful faces. They backed up onto the lawn, clutching their book bags tightly to their ruffled chests.
" Nyree, Hazelle, Judith..."
Brielle addressed her little minions and they looked at her with pure admiration, even though she pronounced each name without her delicate barely-there French accent and simply just...said their names.
" Please, wait outside. Shut the door."
She snapped, her voice crackling ever so slightly. Her minions obeyed instantly and shut the white wood door infront of them. Oh no, Ginnie thought. No witnesses.
" Now, excuse me while you two shag upon the rug! I'll just shut my eyes and pretend nothing's happening! I really hope yo two chock on each others tongues."
Brielle had bitterly exclaimed. Venom splattering off of every syllable, literally scaring Ginnie immensely.
" Brielle, wait. Before you jump to conclusions-"
" Jump to conclusions? There is no conclusions! You're here, cheating on me with this...this...harlot! I am sorry I couldn't fulfill you're devilish needs."
Brielle had shouted. Harlot? hat was a low blow. Ginnie would probabley be the most unattractive harlot out on the street.
" Brielle." Clark had finally said, removing his arms from Ginnie's slender torso. His voice now firm and sturdy. " I don't think we should be together anymore-"
" You got that correct." Brielle spat.
" Because I don't love you. I never loved you, actually. And I was a fool to try to convince myself otherwise."
Brielle now looked as though she had been deprived of food, shelter and money. Her face drained of colour and a look of pure loneliness scrawled all over her petite pretty face.
" I think I should go..."
Ginnie finally said, awkwardly moving towards the stairs, in which she would lock herself in her room until she was safely protected by Portia and Clarity.
" Before you go..." Brielle said, her voice wavering between a sob and a venomous-snake snarl.
" I just want you to know, that whenever i'm around, you'll never be happy."
Brielle whispered, moving close enough to Ginnie's pinkened face that she could smell her caramel scented breath. Ginnie couldn't do anything but nod dumbly, and practically sprint away as fast as she could.
She ran up the stairs and into the third door on the right, locking the door behind her.
Ok, she thought. I am going to die, but...I just SNOGGED Clark!
