GIRLS/GIRLS/BOYS — p

[Belladonna]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Belladonna watched as Beck faltered and immediately bounced back - catching his sly grin with a glare, her tawny yellow eyes making contact with his honeyed glance, and as he started his charade again, his exaggerated sighs and swooning, she was starting to get the idea of where this was going.

Her fur starting to rapidly heat up, somewhere behind her, the water in her teacups and in the sink and buckets she kept around started to tremble. It was obvious she was flustered, but by the way she started to tremble, it seemed that wasn't the only thing she was feeling at that moment.

"I like him as a friend!" she snapped, and as she stepped towards beck, behind her, some water started to flow from their places - she had no clue she was doing this at all, but she'd realize soon enough - she had no clue of Beck's fear of water either. "I don't even know if he likes me! Nobody has ever loved me, and the one person who did was slaughtered in front of my fucking face just under two months ago. Who's to say that Happycamper isn't just another-" she stopped herself from finishing the sentence, that Happycamper was a twofaced liar, that he could be an emissary of her grandfather's, sent to kill her...

Looking wounded, Belladonna recoiled for a moment, the water quivering behind her, threatening to spill. "Look, Beck, what's your- what's your stupid point." she stopped herself from swearing for a moment, freezing as she paused, "I'm a nervous wreck and everyone knows it. Nobody is ever going to love me."

"Speech."