WHO:Holly Atwood & Liam Cokely; later Noah Ainsworth WHAT: Drunken makeouts WHEN: 9/15; like 8:30pm? WHERE: Study Hall RATING|STATUS: PG-13 | Complete
After talking with Jordan, Holly felt minutely better, but that was probably mostly the alcohol talking. Noah was still an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in computer cords, and nothing had changed about how she felt about him, but maybe she was starting to accept that he probably didn't like her and that that was okay. Well, it wasn't okay yet, but if it turned out there really was nothing between them, then eventually she'd be okay and find someone she did have something with. Besides, Noah was Difficult. Surely there was a boy on this damn island who would be much easier to be with, right?
Right. She wasn't so certain she wanted to start looking right that minute, but she was certain that she wanted to make out with someone. Maybe even hook up a little. Whatever she felt like. Trouble was, a place like this tended to breed couples, and a lot of the hot guys were already spoken for. Dammit. Were her standards too high? She certainly didn't think she was entitled to a certain level of hotness, she just, you know, wanted to be vaguely attracted to the face she was kissing.
So she picked out a guy she thought was pretty good-looking, grabbed her drink, and leaned herself against the bar next to him.