Christine Baranski Novels & Stories

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

It is only while she is getting dressed that it dawns on her what has been said in the phone conversation and she tries to speed up. Christopher Harris watches, as his girlfriend gets dressed for work in the early hours of the morning. He does not like the power that David Oswald holds over her. His friends have told him that this will soon change but he does not believe it. Alice looks more besotted with this man than she was with him. That isn’t right; it isn’t right at all. “What can be so important that you have to go into the office at…?” He looks at the clock and sees the time, “Fuck’s sake you’ve only been in for an hour?”

I didn't know what was shocking her, that I had friends or that seniors decided to grace my locker with their presence today? "What are you doing here?" Mason asked her with a glare. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was expecting that question from Colton or Vanessa or even Brooke, but definitely not Mason. "I came to give her the cheerleading uniform for tryouts today", she said. "You mean for the tryouts or for the stupid bet you forced her into?" Brooke asked. "..." Kimberly was speechless. "Annabelle does not need to prove anything to you. We all confirmed that she's a Siromani last night, didn't we?" Colton asked no one in particular.

It all seemed irrelevant but now suddenly it was important again. “I notice you haven’t marked her yet, Colby. Trouble in paradise? You know I would never make you wait, right Colby?” she asks. She’s sliding up toward me running her finger down my chest. I grab her hand stopping her immediately, “Jessica, never touch me again, do you understand? Never touch me again,” I say pushing her hand down and turning to walk away.