When she opened the door a crack to see who it was, she didn't really know what to think. He was attractive, if a bit overcompensating. She just slammed the door, if one could consider it a slam even though it only moved two inches, and screamed, "Way to rub it in, jerk!" and continued to cry.
Brando had been her life. She had had so many good times with him, and he had always been there for her... or had he? Now that she thought about it, he was only chasing her to get what he wanted: a hot night in his car...
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"Oh, Fenrick!" said Karin, jumping up from the chair. She hadn't expected him to come in. "Don't worry, I won't reprimand you here. Drama... encompasses all," she explained in the least amount of words as she could. If she went into further detail, she was sure that Fenrick would think she was lame. But why did she care what Fenrick thought? Of course! Because if she just thought that one person wouldn't be an issue, it would eventually spread to other people, and then she would sink in the social standings.
"I've set the stage for some improvisation. Want to give it a shot while I wait for others?" she asked.