Sarah

"What is going on here?" an indignant teenage girl's voice bellowed from the doorway. Mrs. Gibson, Jon, Zoe, Mickey and Karyn all turned to see who it was. "You guys started without me? You totally suck." It was Sarah MacMillain, the bitch of every teenage boy's horny little dream, coming to the table dressed in a white baby tee and khaki mini skirt. "I totally had to like, re-arrange my schedule to come here and play." "Um, hi, Sara," is all Jon could squeak out in Zoe's voice. Sarah paid the younger girl no mind. Zoe began to sweat. The presence of Sarah was doing something uncontrollable in his pants. He had to look away, but couldn't bring himself to. Jon's body was far too attracted. "Is it, like, my turn yet, or what?" She took the dice.