❝ rule number five: never be seen with a pogue ❞
The war between pogues and kooks continues to rage as a storm of emotion brews between sides, putting loyalties to the ultimate test.
As romance blossoms, treasure hunts unfold, and lives hang in the...
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FEBRUARY 2019 8:40 PM
"I'M SO SO SORRY," Matilda hastily apologised as her body collided with another after an attempt to leave the room. Her eyes immediately fixated on the man's white wife beater, now marred by the brown liquid that had spilled from his solo cup. Her heart raced as a wave of nervousness washed over her at the angered expression on his face as he examined the damage.
"Watch wher' ya fucking going," Barry muttered, his eyes lifting to meet the gaze of the blonde-haired girl. She stared back at him, her face contorted with guilt, her rosy red cheeks betraying a mix of embarrassment and guilt. His confusion was evident as his eyes scanned her figure; the braided hair cascading to one side, the purple dress that seemed more fitting for a bloody picnic than a house party.
"Uh, I'm sorry again."
"Y'all remind me of a Disney princess," he finally remarked, chuckling to himself as she delicately tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Like that Rapunzel chick, yeah?," he continued, flashing a wide smile at her shy grin, revealing two golden teeth amidst the crooked ones.
"You watch Disney movies?" she asked quietly, her knitted eyebrows betraying her almost disbelief.
Her words seemed to ignite a need within him to defend his masculinity. "What's it to ya?" he snapped back, tossing the red cup onto the ground, though it made no more mess than what already littered their surroundings.
"I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it," she said in a soft tone, her eyes nervously dating behind him. Matilda had little to no people skills, clearly indicated by his anger at her words. She didn't even know why she had said it like that.
The softness in her tone possessed an innocence that Barry was unaccustomed to witnessing in anyone, causing him to slightly ease his hostility. She didn't appear to pose much of a threat. "After a couple of beers and a whole lot of yaya, they pretty funny," he told her.
