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Post by laceface on Jul 27, 2011 17:48:40 GMT -5
 "No, Kieran. I don't want to hear anymore. You've talked my ear off for ten minutes. I'm not coming back, let them talk," Philomena managed to calmly speak before she slid her phone down, instantly ending the call. She stared down at the screen that was still lit up with the picture of Kieran grinning deviously at her. For a moment the urge to smash her phone against the ground entered her mind. As soon as the idea came Phil dismissed it as a choice that was childish and unnecessary. Kieran was the one that would result to acting immature when things didn't go his way, that wasn't the Philomena acted. Sure, he had run off but Kieran had been riding on her all night. She had been regretting the choice to accompany him to a house party as soon as the word 'yes' had passed through her lips. He would have griped and moaned over her refusal until she had caved anyway, so ultimately it had been better for Philomena to agree and pull through the night. She shoved her phone into the pockets of her jeans, setting face into a grimace as she wandered further down the street. Scrambling out of the house after he tried to kiss her hadn't been the most logical choice, either. The night had really been chocked full of stupid decisions. Sad thing was that the night was even late yet, the clock on her phone told her that it was only a few minutes past ten o'clock.
Why had it been a stupid choice on her part? Well, Kieran was the only guy who could ignite Philomena's practically nonexistent temper. Everything he did irked her, even before he had been named as the guy who would steal her name and ruin her life with marriage. Everyone had that one person who could set them off instantly, right? Kieran was that person, only intensified to the highest degree. Philomena was a typically collected person. It took extreme things to rile her up or ruffle her feathers. Not even the tricksters of water who would sometimes pin her as their target could even get her temper started. One prank had even resulted with syrup and feathers covering her, the day after she had gotten her hair styled for one of her parents parties too. Had Phil exploded when the sticky mess refused to be removed from her hair? No, Phil had taken a deep breath and trooped through the whole excruciating process of combing the syrup from her hair. Kieran could just cause the most minor annoyance and it would appeal to Phil as the worst thing in the world. "This is great..." Birdie murmured under her breath, taking a few more steps down the street. She tugged on her shirt before glancing around with a frown. Maple Hollow looked like a different landscape in the dark of night. Why couldn't she figure out where she was? Because of the escape act she pulled she now lacked a ride home. She wasn't going to retreat back to Kieran and beg for him to take her home. Calling her parents wouldn't work either. Colton had expected her to have a night full of fun with Kieran and then return to the Dayton's home to rest there. Why did this night have to be so utterly messed up?
Up and down, up and down, up and down, Phil wandered up and down the street for what seemed an eternity. It was a wonder that the soles of her shoes hadn't been worn down from the intensity of her pacing. She fished her phone out of her pocket and pressed a random button, waiting patiently for the screen to become bright. Eleven o'clock. Phil eternally groaned, placing her phone back into its rightful place in her pocket. Cautiously she edged back towards the house that the party had been placed at. Were parties common in the middle class part of Maple Hollow? Birdie actually didn't know. She had never been like Dahlia, stealing out of the house late at night to get a rush from going to parties where there would be weed and booze. Phil was a good kid. Her type of fun was nothing like partying, she wasn't completely naive though. Her gaze focused on the herd of cars that had parked around the house, seeing that the flashy yellow car of Kieran's was no longer parked in the driveway. She could go back into the house, right? Birdie imagined that everyone would be too wasted to care about the girl who had stormed off returning two hours later because she was stranded. Hopefully she could find someone that she was at least acquainted with and convince them to let her drive them home. Designated driver Phil, that's what she would be if that was what it took to get her back to the academy. She entered the house cautiously and let out a weak cry when someone who seemed to be exited the home collided roughly with her.
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