Page 77 of Unexpected Prejudice

And there it was, the common ground on which Margot and I would bond. We were both cynical to the bone.

“You two are not nice,” Jessie scolded right before he stood. “I’m going to fetch something to drink. Do you witches want anything?”

“Bring me some pudding eyeballs?” Margot requested with a sweet smile glued to her face.

“I would like one of those mini pumpkin pies,” I added.

“No problemo,” Jessie mused before he bent over and kissed me. Beside us, Margot made an “aww” and mumbled something about us being annoyingly in love. Well, she wasn’t wrong.

Jessie

12:18 AM

I left the two witches of Beverly Hills to continue bitching about Andrei and Miles being perfectly in love in search of much-needed food. I didn’t mind Andrei and Miles’s PDA, even when they were borderline awkward, like that one time they kissed until the teacher scolded them for fondling in the middle of gym class. Fondling. I like that word.

The music was fun as I swayed between Julius Caesar and Cleopatra to reach those mini pies Levi wanted.

I was loading my plate with a few more tasty-looking snacks when somebody bumped into me from behind, and I turned to find a short, dark-haired girl stumbling. The front of her sailor girl costume was drenched in booze, and she could hardly stand straight—especially with the heels she had on.

Putting down my plate, I reached for her shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked as her brown eyes tried to stay focused.

“I think I had too much to drink.”

“Want me to call someone for you?”

She shook her head and rubbed her temples with her hands. “No… no. I just need to lie down for a bit. I promised to wait for my friend.”

“Let me help you. I’m Jessie, by the way.” I offered her my elbow, and she hooked her arm underneath it.

“Thank you, Jessie. You’re nice. I’m Lau—”

Someone suddenly screamed, distracting me from Sailor Girl. I looked to see some people gathering before I looked back at her.

“Let’s go upstairs. I’m sure there’s a room you can rest in for a little while.”

After some searching, we found an empty bedroom with an en suite bathroom, just in time for Sailor Girl to use the toilet as soon as we entered the room.

“I’m dead. I’m dead,” she cried between puking.

“You’re not dead…” I chuckled as I softly caressed her hair and held it behind her. “You’re cute. Now get it all out.” And she did. We sat there on the bathroom floor for a while more before Sailor Girl was finally done vomiting.

“Thank you, Jessie,” she mumbled quietly as I wiped her sweaty face with a damp towel. “I’m not used to guys being nice to me.”

“Now that I can’t believe. A pretty girl like yourself can’t get boys to be nice to her? I bet they’re lining up for you.” I sat beside her and leaned against the marble bath.

She shook her head and wrinkled her nose. “They don’t… no one ever looks at me.”

“I promise you that they do. You just never notice.” She turned to look at me, and I gave her a soft smile. I didn’t know her until twenty minutes ago, but I had no doubt she was as sweet and kind as she looked.

“You really think that?”

“Of course I do. I never say something I don’t firmly believe in.”

Her mouth curved up, and she gave me a big smile that reached her warm, brown eyes. She then curled on the floor beside me and tucked a towel under her head. “There was a boy I really liked. I even asked him out,” she told me.

“And?”