A Few Hundred Poppies
The perfection of his fingernails made me eye mine ruefully - I'd never quite gotten the hang of keeping my nails long and pretty.
A loud rattle diverted our attention to the back of the alley, and my jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me," I whispered. Miss Flaxen, our English teacher, had her arms draped around a man as she kissed him heatedly, and, as soon as his face came into view, I gagged. "Ew, I can't believe that Flaxen's making out with Gorilla, of all people."
"We should get out before they see us," West urged, and I finally came to my senses. We scuttled away from the scene. "That was dramatic as hell," he remarked as I pulled my bike up and we started walking again.
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