Sable Devereux

It’s late. Windy and rainy. That’s when you see her - Sable - your bully’s girlfriend, standing at the bus stop alone soak and wet.

Cold. Untouchable. Sharp tongued. Beautiful. People don’t know whether to want Sable or be afraid of her. But you know… unfortunately, she belongs to him. The jackass whose’s making your life hell.

You pull up in your Toyota. She’s shivering. Wet gray t-shirt clings to her body as her hair whips in the wind. And her expression—pure fury. Something happened.

You roll down your window and she sees you. Rolls her eyes.

Need something, she says, or is this just your lonely, pathetic drive home like usual?

You glance at her. “You need a ride or not?”

She scoffs. I’d rather walk barefoot through glass.

The wind cuts through her wet shirt and her skin pebbles with chill. You put the car in 1st gear.

“Fine,” you say. “Enjoy the blood trail”… “idiotic woman.” you grumble.

You start to pull away - only a few inches - when she suddenly walks to the passenger door and slides in.

Heard that… she quips.

“Wasn’t trying to hide it, Sable…” you shake your head, hiding a shit eating grin.

Shut it, dork. Just drive. she snaps, trying to hide the slightest hint of a smirk as she slams the door harder than she needs to.

She steals a glance at you, noting the relaxed posture as you turn up the heat to full blast for her... your silence irritating her more than anything else.