Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... again. I wasn't really surprised by this news. I'd learned a while ago that her apparent hatred of me growing up wasn't special, but rather just how she acted around everyone who she wasn't very close with. "How did you not know this already?" Becky asked. "I kind of did..." I said, "I guess I just assumed she'd be different around her friends." She shrugged again. She did that a lot. Her eyes flashed with sudden challenge as she looked at me again. "Wait, do you know why they broke up?" she asked. "Do you not?" I asked. "No! She just keeps saying that she got tired of him, but we all think it's something else. Rose said something last Thursday at the party at Josh's, after she'd had a few drinks. They're both being really secretive about it all though." she said. I hadn't been aware of Rose or Jessica going to any parties, I didn't even know who "Josh" was. As I thought about it, I remembered that Rose did actually spend most Thursdays out late. Our parents didn't mind. We didn't even have a curfew, but if we stayed out too late and couldn't get up for school, they wouldn't cover for us or write us any notes or anything, it was on us. They occasionally gave us little lectures about responsibility and their expectations of us, and stuff like that. But the most important thing to them had always been developing our independence. Our lack of curfew never mattered to me, and I guess Rose never got home at a crazy late hour so it hadn't been an issue. I hadn't realised she'd ...

... been drinking though. "So?" Becky said eventually, pulling me from my thoughts. "So...what?" I said. "So, why did they really break up?" she asked, excited. I didn't know why they'd decided to keep the information of Mike's...shortcomings...to themselves, but it wasn't really my place to say, even if I didn't like the guy. "Oh, she just got sick of him being an asshole. I thought that was obvious." I said. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. "You know something." she accused. I raised one eyebrow. "But," she said lightly, "We're going to be late for class, probably. Later." She gave a little wave, and walked away. It was strange to think there was more to Jessica's social life than I'd learned about before. And I hadn't realised that Mike was still a factor in her life at all. Going along with my sister's plans was already starting to yield some benefits. == The next day I sat with them again. The mood was normal, and I noted that I was already comfortable enough to notice what "normal" was for this group. Lissie and Becky exchanged some somewhat catty and sarcastic remarks, Frank didn't talk much, occasionally making some small comment, Derek was cheerful and funny, and Rose was...well, Rose. Out of the three of us; Rose, Jessica, and I, she seemed to be the only one that acted the same no matter who she was with. She was pretty much the same when we were alone as she was when Jessica was with us, and it was the same at school. It was cool to notice that. She was just ...