
...............Outfit
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...............Hex
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...............Song
..........Girls Like You
"How about this?" Paige doesn't turn her head to look, its all the same to her. She opens her mouth, intending on spewing some basic comment but somewhere in translation it becomes every other bitchy thing she's ever said.
"Red makes you look like a cheap whore." And, well, it
does make the otherwise overly painted Trisha look like shes ready to go out on the streets of the red light district. With her getup she may as well have been screaming 'look at me, aren't I special, I'm showing sooo much skin!' Then again, isn't Paige going about this in the exact same way? Nobody told her it was going to be fucking freezing outside, and even here traveling by way of peasant she may as well be turning hypothermic.
She rubs her legs, not exactly bare with the tights on - the thin material gives little warmth or comfort - and turns to the front of the bus where her least favorite 'classmate' is sitting. Pax, she doesn't mind, he can be an annoying twat at times but at least he's genuinely funny. Remy however, is a pain in the ass she just can't seem to shake off. Not for lack of trying they've both had their fair share of pissing matches and fights aplenty. Paige may not be a great physical fighter but she's willing to go deep and dirty if it means winning against the brute. "Hellooo, earth to Paige." Trisha is waving her hand in front of Paiges face, and all she can do is zero in on the horrible mess of a manicure she had tried to give herself while the bus was rolling. Did she honestly think that would be a good idea? Paige just hopes this trip will give Trish a bit of refinement, maybe clean up those cobweb covered brain cells of hers.
"What?" She replies though half of her wants to keep her mouth closed and ignore the bubbly brunette. She isn't quite in the mood right now, and its becoming harder to keep her teeth from chattering. Why the fuck did she ever think this outfit would be a good idea to wear. Its snowing outside for Christ Sake. Oh right, because apparently the bitch in her wanted to defy even natures most honest law. But damn, on the other hand at least she looks good.
"I think red is a good color -" "Then why did you ask Trish?" Paige stresses her name, condescension clear in tone, practically dripping in rivulets of clarity from the cracks in clenched teeth. God, why did she waste an invite on her - oh right, cause Trisha is her only other friend in the world. The only friend she doesn't want to bang. Hard. Against whatever surface she can find. And because at least with Trisha there she won't be the most hated in the room, at best, she'll be the second or third. Morgan wasn't thrilled about Paiges decision to invite Trisha but what the hell can you do when you only have two friends in the whole wide world? Be a bitch to one and pine uselessly after the other. Because god in heaven knows that Paige would be the very last person to confess all her fucked up feelings. Internal agony be damned, she knows her place when it comes to these
feelings, she's more than content with keeping in her little square box.
"Geeze what crawled up your butt and died..." Paige doesn't feel bad at all when Trisha turns back to her cellphone, uselessly scrolling through apps that won't even work without cell service - and lo and behold theres no service up here either. One would think that these people, with their funding would have actually thought to add a cellphone tower. How the fuck would they get in contact with anyone if someone was hurt? A CB had worked
so well for those kids seven years ago. Right. After a few minutes of actually working over the fact that she's being unreasonable she tries her hand at distracting Trisha from her earlier comments, which, she knows if she starts chattering loud enough the other occupants will get annoyed - god, she loves annoying the hell out of people. Nothing better than watching someones head about to pop off.
If Morgan hadn't been so excited Paige wouldn't have agreed to this trip. Not only is she not fond of the cold, but she's hell on an airplane and this bus is absolutely no better, poor people transport at best. She had half a mind to ask her parents if she could drive herself; if she weren't so fearful of someone carjacking her while shes at the lodge. Wouldn't that just blow mom and dad over the cliffs edge, a final reason to disown their unruly eldest. Mia, her younger sister, would have an absolute field day when she found out that Paige would be cut out of the will - those fuckers would look for any reason, she was absolutely
sure of it. Besides, Morgan insisted that she take the authentic route,
"We're taking the flight and bus too! and somehow she hadn't mentioned that she and Gabe were leaving
early. Which left Paige stuck with dumb, twat, and bimbo...among others that she didn't quite have an unoriginal name for yet.
All things aside she hadn't quite minded the whole process, despite having to endure one of the strangest application processes ever (
and answering a dozen, extremely uncomfortable questions.) She had been truthful, not exactly a rarity in her life. Paige was nothing if not honest, even if it meant being brutally honest. And, while she had every reason to lie, she found that it wouldn't benefit the experience at all. Its a bit thrilling, knowing that somewhere out there someone can actually see the most insane side of her written clear on pen and paper. Another thing that annoyed her, who the fuck uses pen and paper these days. Its all about the Internet baby, and thats the end of it.
"Oh look! I can see Morgan from here." If it was a bit desperate how Paige practically clamored over Trishas lap to get out of the bus, then nobody said anything. She was only a few steps behind Remy and Pax, who approached Morgan quickly. Paige gritted her teeth as loud and noisy made their presence known - couldn't they see the earbud? Though they were talking loud enough that Morgan probably heard them anyways, as Paige was sure anything within a ten mile radius could.
"Where in the hell is Gabe? I swear on Pax's life if he fucking ditched on us, I'm out!" Paige
almost admired that, if she weren't so intent on hating every word that came out the others mouth.
"Mom probably got distracted coddling puppies on the side of the road or something. Lord knows he wouldn't let Mor trek all the way up here on her lonesome. What irresponsibility! It'd probably make him sick." Paige did crack a smile at that, at least she could agree with someone here on
something. She could do with or without Gabe, even if he was cool
sometimes, he could be extremely lousy other times. Annoying really, especially when Paige was involved. Years of knowing one another seemed to have only grown their discomfort of one another being around.
"One guess, he's in the fancy ass building." Paige shot her meanest look to Remy - she wasn't exactly looking for a fight but the need to assert some sort of dominance was weighing hot and heavy in her gut. Blood rushing to her head at the thought of already starting drama, god, Morgan would be so mad at her if she started a fight right then and there, but fuck it, she loved to get the others riled up.
"So why don't you buzz off and find him yourself."