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    Love Is Another Word For Regret pt 11

    Bette wandered over towards the table where Alice was currently seated, dropping her bag on the table before she slid into a nearby chair. Both Alice and the newest member of the pack looked up, returning the bright smile that Bette threw their way. She

    Hello Ladies. Bette said simply, looking over towards the girl sitting parallel to her. Hi?

    Hey there. Im Jordy, The girl extended a hand, and Bette noticed the shredded finger tips and tidy black lacquered nails. And you must be the all famous Bette Porter.

    Yes, I guess thats me. Bette laughed and shook the small hand, smiling into a pair of beautiful eyes that were neither blue nor green, but somewhere in the middle. Wow, your eyes are… beautiful. Her own deep brown love ridden pools scanned through the light charcoal rimmed orbs, admiring them silently.

    Thank you, theyre my favorite feature. The young girl laughed, taking her seat beside Alice. She carelessly threw her ragged black converse onto the chair beside her, stretching her long legs. The laptop moved from the table to her lap as she continued to scroll through page after page of information.

    Jordy here is a creative writing major. Alice smiled and ruffled the scruffy brown locks that fell lazily over the beautiful eyes which Bette had recently admired.

    Oh? How old are you? Bette asked, tilting her head to the side as she watched the girls fingers travel with great speed across each letter on the keyboard. The fingers kept moving, typing with perfection even whilst orbs looked up at Bette.

    Just turned 18 yesterday. Al wouldnt let me hang out with you guys until I turned 18, said it wouldnt be right. She rolled her eyes and stared off at Alice.

    Wow youre young. Bette added, sweeping a few stray hairs from her face. But I think its great that youve found us. How do you know Alice? I know she said something about a cousin, but I didnt know that she had any family in the area.

    Oh well, Im from Chicago, you see. I start school here in the fall and I have trouble at home, so I decided Id move here to save my parents the heartache. She nodded, eyes traveling back towards the glowing screen.

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