“I’m too much a good girl,” she whined, “I can’t help myself. I need… something different. I’m not like you two–” Jessa stopped herself short, eyes widening in embarrassment.
Ella narrowed her gaze, “Not like us how?”
Leann gave her friend a knowing glance. “I think she was going to call us sluts.”
“No I wasn’t!” Jessa protested, hands clenched in her lap, pressing her white pleated skirt down between her thighs.
Ella tucked a strand of long, dyed-black hair behind her ear and smirked, her dark lipstick accentuating the expression, matching her dark eyeshadow. “Yes, you totally were. But that’s fine. You can call me a slut, I don’t mind. Bitch.”
“Hey!” Jessa looked wounded.
“No, we’re not doing this,” Leann said, shaking her head. She was slumped over Ella’s shoulder, peering at the prim and proper blond girl sitting on her friend’s dorm bed, making the strange request. “What made you think of us when you came up with this idea, anyway?”
“It’s because we’re sluts, Leann,” Ella said, glaring at Jessa. “Have some fun exploring your sexuality, and apparently you’ll do any fucked up thing little miss priss over there can imagine.”