missanthroopy:

     Okay, so it is very well established that  Jacy Dean     was
    — is — simply a little shit. But she was  aware that   people
    didn’t often   like being called ’ babe ‘ off a total     stranger.  
    And, honestly, that’s why it had become a main word in  her
    extensive vocabulary. She found it amusing to make  people
    pretty uncomfortable with one little word. Well, if stressed  at
    to stop — and depending on whether she was inclined to  the
    person — she’d attempt to control it. But in instances such as
    these    she    got   a    kick    out    of    irking    them    a    bit.     

           ❝ Hmm … was that just me or did I hear a  just yet ? 
           now            that               sounds                 promising. ❞

    ( could her smirking — a flirtatious glint in her eyes — get
      anymore shameless ? yes, it could & yes, it     WOULD. )

               ❝ Hey. I said this place is like a fucking MAZE. ❞

( ——  ☂  —— )

     This  girl  already  made  her  blood  boil.     Her ambiguity
     was  both  deterring   and   alluring,       and  Evelyn  hated
     herself  for even thinking it,      but as much as she  already
     hated her, she was tempted to keep going, just a bit longer.

  “ You heard whatever you heard, I suppose. And
    maze or not, I have calculus in five minutes so —-   ”

                                She trailed off,      eyes darting from her
                                smirking lips back to her eyes,   equally
                                as full of it.

        “ Do you want to see the
           junior lockers or not -  ? ”