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CAUSE I CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU❞
Jessica studied the man in front of her. At first glance he would look like the typical douche bag man that was more interested in his hair and muscles then anything else. He was cute, but in her mind he fell into the type of guy that would be a d**k. Still, there was concern in his voice, which seemed to ease her some and feel less threatened. Even if she wasn't in her bird form often, she had the fight or flight instincts in here. And if she felt threatened for one minute she'd be hauling a** out of here or knocking someone out. Since there was so many of them, she might choose getting the hell out of there. Jessica kind of had a difficult personality, but that was due to her up bringing. She was very much the tom boy and didn't care much for all the girly girl s**t. She would be the first one to jump into a fight or cause one if she felt insulted. Quick to judge and was pretty much blunt with everything in her mind.
"I'm not old!" she said immediately after being called ma'am. Her eyebrows furrowed together, wondering if she had aged some. It had been some time since she had seen herself. She was only eighteen and was assuming she was younger than these people. "And yeah!" she said if it were an dumb question. While balancing the one, she extended a long leg out and pointed to the ankle as if it were on display at an art museum. "Some kind of animal trap hauled my a** up in the air for a good while. Bout didn't make it out," she exclaimed. She had somewhat of a southern dialect. "Is this your land? Cause if it is, by god..." she said, the thought occurring to her and her face immediately turning angry. Whoever made the trap had some kind of messed up mind. Who would torture poor animals like that with barbed wire?
A man approached their little group calling the one blonde woman away. From what she had seen, that female seemed to hold some sort of dominance over the rest. Of course, she had yet to meet the two other leaders. She found it weird. The man said he would get her something and he disappeared. He also looked like the type of guy that was more interested in his hair and muscles. She was beginning to think this was some whole big frat house if it weren't out in the middle of no where. Why would all these people just be living in this house. Well, it was certainly big enough. The man returned with a box of first aid and placed it in the blonde guy's hands.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. She desperately wanted a hair dooey and a shower. She was sure that her mane of dark hair was all over the place. The blonde man approached her, calling her by miss. That was better. "What the hey. Can't mess it up anymore," she said and followed him to one of the couches where he pulled her leg up onto his lap. He opened the peroxide and warned her it was going to hurt. "I'm a big girl," she said, not really having bad experiences with peroxide before. It took a while, but he finished and she had a bandage matching his on his neck. She lifted her leg up in the air and twirled her foot in a circle. "By god, you're good. It's a miracle," she said, with a teasing smile on her face, before she returned her leg into her bubble. He then proceeded to fix up all the other scratches on her. These weren't much from the fall. She was just a little sore from that. Her light weight as a bird probably saved her from more damage. As he worked another man had appeared. She looked him over, and caught the redness of his eyes and his pupils. The way he carried himself and the way he was talking suggested that he was high. Well, she had plenty of expirience when she was younger, but those weren't good times she liked to dwell on. "Jessica. Jess," she answered for them, since they didn't know her name.
