Pick Savannah

“You know what… I think I’m going to pick Savannah,” you say, wrapping an arm around her as she snuggles up against you.

“WHAT!? You fucker!” Tatiana exclaims, as Imogen blurts out a “But you can’t do that!”

“Hey, I think it’s a marvellously nice gesture. Maybe this is just Alex’s way of saying that he doesn’t like your weird competition.” Savannah says. The other girls titter and laugh nervously, which only seems to further incense the two girls.

“I don’t understand. Why would you pick her over either one of us?” Imogen says.

“It’s because he’s a fucking idiotic freshman who can’t stay in his lane. Look at that smile on his face. He thinks this shit is fucking hilarious, doesn’t he,” Tatiana says. She’s not wrong, but you’re also smiling because it feels good to have Savannah standing up for you.

“God, this shit was stupid,” Imogen says, shaking her head. “Let’s just go to the party and pick up guys there.”

“Yeah, screw these two idiots,” Tatiana says, leaving the room with Imogen close behind her. The other girls in the room follow suit, leaving you alone with Savannah.

“Hey, that was kinda wild,” you say. “Are you doing alright? They won’t be mad at you later?”

“It’s copacetic. I’m known as the kindest girl here, so I’ve still got quite a bit of goodwill in the bank,” she says, looking you deep in the eyes. There’s a moment of silence.

Then, she licks her lips, and you’re done for. You lean into her, and she leans into you, and the moment your lips touch is reminiscent of your first kiss - soft, short, and sweet - but what follows after is a different story. She kisses you back, hard and aggressive this time, and you pull her body in against yours, where she melts into you, hands roaming under your shirt and across your back.

Her dress is tight enough that you can’t quite get your hands under it (and how do you untie it? a second of fumbling gets you nowhere and you ignore it for now), so your hands drift downwards, hoping to get in from below.

“Hey, you coming to the part - ” a voice calls out from the door before cutting off abruptly. As you stop making out with Savannah, you see Michelle standing by the door, looking a little embarrassed. As you meet her eye, she turns away and leaves.

“We should… we should probably head to the party yeah?” Savannah says, looking flushed and out of breath.

“Right, yeah, let’s do that,” you say, silently cursing yourself for not locking the door to the place at first. Savannah nods and gets up, and the two of you start to head towards the party together, making small talk.

Imogen -35
Tatiana -35
Savannah +40
Michelle -1