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Something True
Jessica Roe
Other titles by Jessica Roe
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Fortunate:
Because of Him
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SOMETHING TRUE
JESSICA ROE
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Roe
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For every high school English teacher I ever had. . .
English teachers are the rock stars of education
Chapter 1
Ibbie
ACTING IS MY life. There's nothing I adore more than getting up on that stage in front of a rapt audience and living my part, but I'm not go
Which is why I'm exhausted when I arrive at Kandy's after another night's show. My best friend, Blair, and her half sister, Jemma, have worked here for a while, and since then this bar seems to have become our regular hangout. As far as bars go, it ain't so bad.
A zombie dodges by me, chasing after a giggling sexy bu
“Nice ass. I could just take a bite out of it,” he jokes, flashing his plastic fangs.
I wink, because my ass is nice, even if he is a drunken weirdo with no social skills whatsoever. Poor little vampire.
A grim reaper twerks against me, and I sigh as I edge away. Normally I love every single thing about Halloween because it is, without a doubt, the most awesome day of the year, but I'm just too tired for this crap tonight. I want to be at home in my comfy bed with my comfy pillow and snugged up in my comfy pjs, but tonight is the first night the whole gang has been together since Blair got all good and engaged to Silver, my ex high school history teacher (which makes their relationship both yeesh yet oddly sexy) last week, so obviously we're getting our celebrating on. And I am benevolently forgiving Silver for stealing my BFF away from me for ever and ever, because that's just the kind and saintly sweetheart I am. Though I don't know who I'm kidding, because that guy stole my BFF from me before we even became BFFs to begin with. Luckily he doesn't mind sharing her with me, or I'd have to get all plot making and off him, Game of Thrones style. But not sharing in that way, because that would be yick. Not that I don't love Blair to bits or anything, but I most certainly do not want to get all up in her lady parts.
“Woo! Ibbie's here!” she cheers happily when I finally push through the throngs of people and approach their table. I have to grin, because Blair so very rarely gets drunk enough to be a cheerer. In fact, she hates drunk cheerers. Usually she's pretty good at knowing her limits and sticking to them, but clearly she skipped over that line at least an hour ago. Sat on Cowboy Silver's lap, tonight she's dressed as Wonder Woman – shiny cape, tight little outfit, red knee high boots and all. I'll bet Silver had to do some serious persuading to get her into it. That's love for ya.
Closest to where I'm standing, a slightly less drunk Reid the 1950's Gangster holds out his fist for me to bump. “How'd your show go, Ibbs?” He's been to the show before. They all have, though it was especially fu
“It was awesome. I was awesome. Because, you know, I'm me.” Not that I like to brag or anything.
Being Lydia Be
I slip into the only available seat, making sure to groan extra loud and hard because it's next to Walt, Reid's excruciatingly a
It had started out i
Walt is the worst.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he wants to know, set to full-on-abuse-Ibbie mode the second he sees me as always. He looks me up and down with those dark eyes. They match his dark, evil little soul.
“Take a wild frigging guess, dumb ass.”
“An escaped mental patient?”
I gesture to my black and yellow striped shorts and cropped top, then wiggle my fuzzy yellow ante
“You're an idiot,” he replies dryly.
Ugh, this guy drives me crazy. And not even in the good way. It's not like he has to talk to me.
“God!” Jemma exclaims, rolling her eyes. She's dressed in a tiny red dress and has a pair of black horns on her head and a little pitch fork in her hand, so I'm guessing she's a devil. A slutty devil. “Do you guys really have to start this crap tonight. I wa