Not-so-normal Teenager
Later that same night, Abbey was walking with confidence and determination—completely lost but with confidence and determination. He had been far too old for her in any case, and a total d**k. She was not angry, no she was well beyond the meaning of that word, the blow-dried hairstyle of earlier now looked as if it had been struck by lightning. Dozens of plated coils of Hair now stood out from her head and swayed gently in the wind, even though there was no wind to speak of!
The romantic drive with Raymond, who had been so cute at the party, had turned out to be a wrestling match. Raymond had the ability to find a way up her dress unless she used all her strength to pin his hands down; if she wanted that sort of body invasion, she would have turned to a box of tamp
