Stoneybrook Ayr

Sheila closed her bedroom door behind her, and smiled at Marty. She glanced over at her bedside table, where quite obviously placed was the brochure of the pearl bracelet she was hoping someone would get her for Christmas. Unfortunately, Marty sat on her bed with his back to the bedside table. Sheila went and sat next to him, so he would be facing towards it when he looked at her. Only he didn't look at her.

"Are you hungry? We could get some dinner?" she suggested.

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Hey baby,

I'm so super p*ssed you're not on court! I know you don't care, but it's our Senior Year and I wanted us to walk together... :( You deserve to be on there over all those guys, especially Cary and Ty! Are you gonna be p*ssed if Austin and I

Did you see what that gross goth chick Miranda said about you and her? Ugh. She's so weird.

Love lots,

Sheils

Sheila left Jacques' more determined to make it up to Marty in any way she could. She knew she had certain ways to get him to forgive her, and while she wasn't above using them just yet, she wanted to try and talk it through first.

Certain he would have come home after detention, she rung the bell and waited.

Stacey hated these after school detentions. They were bad every day, but even worse when it was only the four of them. The sub who normally watched them had disappeared, yet no one had said a word. None of them ever did, what would they say?

It was only when Stacey felt something hit the back of her head from behind, that she spoke up.

"Ow!" she said, turning around to glare at Sheila, who was two rows behind her. She bent over to pick up the obstruction, and saw it was a note with 'Marty' written on the outside. She glanced up at Sheila, contemplating what to do. Marty sat in front of her, and she could pass it on, but what would be the fun in that?

Stacey had had the worst night of her life, not helped by a massive hangover this morning, and haunting memories of what she had done with King. She wanted more than anything to call in sick to school, but she knew she couldn't avoid school forever, although she could avoid Austin. She'd thought she could avoid Sheila too, but when she finally saw the girl at lunchtime, in the Cafeteria, she was overwhelmed with anger, and she just couldn't stop herself. Dropping her fork, she marched over to where Sheila stood with Darcy, and gave her the deadliest look she could muster. "Are you happy now you got what you wanted?" she asked Sheila, crossing her arms, "it's what you wanted, right?"

Sheila's party had been a smash... Literally, she'd felt like her head had been smashed against a brick wall the next morning. And it had only taken a few hours for the memory of making out with Austin in her room, on her bed, to come back to her. Marty hadn't contacted her, and she knew he thought she was still upset about the no gift thing - but now Sheila couldn't care less, considering the gift she'd given him: cheating on him with Austin once more.

She hadn't seen him much since the party, mainly because she'd been avoiding him (and Austin, and Stacey - which wasn't unusual), but she knew it was now or never when she spotted him heading towards the Gym at the beginning on lunch.

She quickened her pace, and slipped inside the Gym behind him, slipping her hands around his waist.

"Hi," she said as he stopped, and she planted a kiss on his neck.

Sheila was meeting Darcy, because she had to fill her BFF in on all the Marty/Austin stuff that had gone down yesterday. She'd taken a break from sulking and watching Soaps, because it turned out her real life was more dramatic. Not in a good way. She waited outside the Smoothie shop, people watching. She saw a few friends from school, who she waved at, but when she saw him, she froze.

Why did I suggest this place? She thought. Can things get more complicated?

She made to move inside before he noticed her, but of course, with her luck, it was too late. So she just nodded at him awkwardly.

Darcy's question had been on Sheila's mind since the night at Pizza Express. She held out as long as she could, but she knew it wouldn't be forever. She wasn't as angry with Marty as she had been, because she'd started thinking about it, and truthfully it wasn't his fault that he wasn't in love with her. She was the one who'd started this whole thing as just a casual hook up, regardless of the fact that she'd done it because she liked him. He was a guy, and she should have known why he wanted to be with her, and that love had nothing to do with it.

This, plus a million other things were running through Sheila's mind as she rang Marty's doorbell. She expected Marty or his Dad to answer, but the last person she'd expected to open the door was an older, attractive blonde woman. Her mind started jumping places, and it took her a few moments to realise it was Clarissa, who she hadn't seen in years.

"Clarissa? Um, hi," she said, really not sure what to say.

"It's Sheila. Is Marty home?"

At the last minute, Clarence and Maureen had decided to go away for the weekend. While they'd debated asking Grandpa Clarence over to stay with King and Stacey, Stacey had pleaded for them to be left on their own, and promised she would keep things under control. She'd automatically asked Austin to come over, thinking she had to make it up to him for yesterday. She wasn't sure if she was ready to go all the way yet, but she wanted to be. Unbeknownst to Stacey, King had plans of his own. She heard the doorbell ring, and expecting to find Austin on the stoop, she rushed down to open the door. She felt a little more prepared this time, wearing her cutest bra and matching underwear. She opened the door, and instead of Austin, about six of the guys on the football team stood there. Brushing past her, they made their way inside.

"KING!" She screamed out, furious. This was not what she had in mind.

Sheila had her finger on the doorbell, poised to ring it. In her other hand she had a bottle of tequila, and on her face she wore a smirk. She wasn't as confident as she looked, but she would never let Marty know that.

She pressed down on the bell and waited. She hadn't spoken to Marty much since Prom, but that was about to change.

Let the drama continue!

Let the Junior Prom of 2012 begin!

After finishing her phone call with Corinne, Sheila stood up and got ready to go out. She was going to Marty's, and she was determined to get what she wanted.

Of course her Dad wasn't home yet, so she didn't have to tell anyone where she was going, which came in handy on nights like this. She made her way to Marty's, and went straight for the side of the house near his room. Pulling out her phone, she texted I'm outside <3 and waited.