Fing Perfect - S01 E12

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Fing Perfect - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

She shouldn't go. She really shouldn't.

When the school dyke invites you out to an event, you say no. Especially when she's the enemy. Especially when going will ruin your reputation and give out the wrong signals.

But here Grace was, getting dressed on a Friday night to go to the school bonfire. Fridays were turning out to be the worst day of the week instead of the best.

She opted for putting her hair in a haphazard ponytail and dressing like she was going to a baseball game or a department store. Maybe nobody would recognize her. As if, she thought, but she was just glad Jeanette and Megan weren't going to be there. Obviously she didn't tell them she was going, or else they'd already be outside of her house to pick her up.

Grace borrowed her dad's car (who was rather surprised she was going somewhere by herself), and headed over to the school. It was 6 o' clock and already essentially dark out. The school was illuminated, though, and people were walking around to the back where the fire pit was being set up.

She parked, feeling silly that she was going to be wandering around alone looking for Cal (she still didn't have the other girl's phone number, not that she wanted it anyway). She debated leaving, but something about flaking on the transfer student didn't sit right with her. I mean sure, she hadn't explicitly stated she was going, but knowing the dumb blonde, she was definitely expecting her to.

It was just too pitiful, imagining the giant girl, standing alone like a lost puppy, surrounded by people she didn't know very well.

Grace exited the car and headed around to the back. Although there were other students walking, the path to the other side of the school was rather dark at night, and she started to feel nervous. No, Grace, there's no way he's here, on a school campus.

"Boo!"

The yell and the hands grabbing her shoulders from behind made Grace nearly leap out of her skin. She spun around, prepared to throw a fist, but was met with none other than Cal McCarthy. The tall girl put her hands, up, laughing hysterically.

"Hey, don't punch me!" she teased.

Grace's heart was pounding out of her chest, and she was suddenly filled with rage. "Oh my god, are you fucking twelve?"

Upset, she spun back around and continued to stomp along the sidewalk. She heard Cal jog after her, placing her arm around Grace's shoulders and putting her face too close for comfort.

"Hey, don't leave without me, I'm sorry," Cal said through a smile. Her breath hit Grace's ear, and Grace's face started to burn at their proximity.

Since when did she start getting so touchy-feely?

She shoved the taller girl away, thanking God it was too dark for Cal to see how red her face was.

"I should've known coming here was a stupid idea," she grumbled.

"Come on, we're gonna have fun," Cal replied. She was more bubbly than usual today, and it was pissing Grace off. "You don't have enough of it in your life."

"How would you know?"

"Because I don't think I've ever even seen you smile."

"Well of course I don't when you're around," Grace spat.

"Sure, sure." Cal rolled her eyes. She moved so she was close to Grace again, their arms brushing against each other. "I don't think you hate me nearly as much as you let on."

Grace locked eyes with the blonde, and for several seconds she couldn't look away. "And I don't think you're very good at reading people."

"We'll see about that." Cal smiled, and it was a sort of genuine smile, unlike the kind that Grace usually put on. It made the honor student's heart flutter for a split second, but Grace chalked it up to an unrelated palpitation.