ThatOneWeirdo
One Thousand Club
Blair
Blair shook her head, sitting up and looking at him. "You're right. You aren't average. You're a decent, caring, amazing guy. Who cares about your past? We all have one. The rest of us just keep ours buried as deep as we possibly can and never talk about it. Because we can't get just meet someone and get over it. We aren't as great and... And as good as you." She whispered, turning away from him to hide the pain on her face. "Some of us can't stop thinking about how fucked up we are." She muttered, picking up the dilapidated remains of her dress. "I should... Go give this back to the Aphrodite girls." She managed, instinctively looking for a pair of pants before remembering that she didn't have any.
"Damn it!" She snapped, standing up in nothing but Evan's shirt and walking out of the cabin, ignoring the laughter that followed her, the whispers about her 'Walk of Shame'. She'd had worse.
Blair shook her head, sitting up and looking at him. "You're right. You aren't average. You're a decent, caring, amazing guy. Who cares about your past? We all have one. The rest of us just keep ours buried as deep as we possibly can and never talk about it. Because we can't get just meet someone and get over it. We aren't as great and... And as good as you." She whispered, turning away from him to hide the pain on her face. "Some of us can't stop thinking about how fucked up we are." She muttered, picking up the dilapidated remains of her dress. "I should... Go give this back to the Aphrodite girls." She managed, instinctively looking for a pair of pants before remembering that she didn't have any.
"Damn it!" She snapped, standing up in nothing but Evan's shirt and walking out of the cabin, ignoring the laughter that followed her, the whispers about her 'Walk of Shame'. She'd had worse.