Nasty woman at the door Let her in, give her some more [TLR]

- Get On the Ride, Vains of Jenna
[collab with g panties :3 no, this isnt getting my two ggs collabs done right now. im a bit uninspired for that *le sigh* enjoy this anyways]
 
I leaned my head up against the wall as I sat cross legged outside the library on the hard tile floor. Next to me sat the books I was going to return, a week late, but this was a rehab and I doubted they'd really fine me, after all, it would discourage my reading. Taking out a pack of cigarettes from my pant pocket I searched for a cigarette. Finding one, I placed it between my lips and took my lighter out of my bra where I'd been keeping it. I flicked the lighter open, lit the end of the cigarette and flipped it closed, stuffing the lighter back into my bra. The hallways seemed quite empty, only sound coming from behind closed doors from the opposite end of the hall and some echoing of footsteps. I inhaled my cigarette slowly, held the smoke in my lungs as long as I could before blowing out smoke rings. Suddenly the footsteps I was hearing were getting closer. I turned my attention to my right, from where I sat all I could see was a tall silhouette of a girl walking towards my direction. I doubted that she could see me at all and decided to wait until she came closer before deciding whether to leave or not.
The girl was a tall, brunette, baby faced, doe eyed, looking beauty. She was cute that was for sure. So far I wasn't going to move. I bit down on my lower lip as she approached, my eyes falling to her chest which was barely covered by whatever that tiny thing she called clothing was. Then I remembered her face, she was the girl who'd been drinking with Kane last Friday night during the suit and tie thing. I kept my guard up but smiled slowly as she was now within a few feet of me. I took my cigarette out, holding it between two fingers.
"Hey Barbie!" I called out to the girl.
She stopped a couple steps in front of me, turning on her heel to face me. Her gaze narrowed in on me as if she knew me, but not personally.
"It's Chloe." she corrected me. I nodded, not that I cared what her real name was. I just knew she was cute. Running a hand through my hair with my free hand, I took another puff of my cigarette then offered it up to Chloe. She shook her head and I shrugged, putting it out on the ground. Chloe stared at me a moment before parting her pink lips to speak again, "My name is Chloe Clapton."
"No shit?" I laughed, she was obviously related to Cade, not that it looked like they were alike at all. "I kinda figured you for a Beatle girl. Well, don't worry, I didn't f.ck your brother and he's probably uninterested in me by now." I shrugged, not having seen Cade since last week. I gave up, I had better things to do.
She smirked, shrugging her petite shoulders. If I had a brother I probably wouldn't care to hear about his sex life, which was why I was sparing her any sexual activity we'd done, even when we hadn't f.cked. That now seemed like a lost cause. She cocked her head to the side as if she were checking me out, "You don't seem like his normal type anyway,"
I stared up at her and raised an eyebrow, "Meaning?"
"That you could read..." she nudged my stack of books with her shoe, "My brother loses interest in women fast... smart girls are clingy and harder to get rid of."
Clingy? Me? I had to laugh at that. I was more of a loner, I preferred not to enter long relationships with men.
I chuckled lightly, "Where's the reasoning in that?"
Chloe leaned against the wall and crossed one long tan leg over the other, "The smart girls are usually the quality girls. They know that they deserve better, so they want stability... commitment, rings, kids...."
I nodded my head slowly, "You might be a little off Barbie."
She smiled, "Are you going to tell me your name or will I have to get it from someone else?"
"Rain." I answered her, uncrossing my legs in front of me so my legs were stretched out. Inching a bit closer to Chloe I bit down on my lip, letting my eyes look up and catching a glimpse underneath her skirt. Trying to hide my smirk as I saw she wasn't wearing underwear I looked forward again. I wasn't a complete perv. "Normally I don't give a shit why people are here," I started, still staring straight ahead at brick wall's intricate patterns in front of me. She hadn't seemed to have noticed my peep show earlier so I went on. "But I have to ask."
"Why?" Chloe glanced down at me, for the first time she actually was paying me a little more attention than a stranger would.
I shrugged, running my tongue over my bottom lip before responding, a chuckle coming out as I spoke "You're too damn cute to have anything worse than a shopping addiction."
"You really don't know me do you?" she slid down the wall we were leaning on, falling to sit next to me. My head turning to face her I shook my head slowly; was I supposed to know her? I didn't really listen to any other music besides alternative or metal and only old movies had interested me. No chance I'd recognize her.
"No. But I know you got a pretty p.ssy." I snickered. Her eyes widened as her brow raised and I gestured to her skirt, "You might wanna consider underwear or a shorter skirt."
She smirked, giving her head a little shake as she laughed.
I pursed my lips together, tilting my head to the side as I stared at her, she ran her hand over her skirt to smooth it out, "Did I make you uncomfortable?" I asked.
"No." she shrugged her shoulders as she leaned her head closer to mine, "Honestly, that's the best compliment I've gotten since I've been here."
I grinned, "You didn't answer my question..."
She leaned her head against the wall. "I don't know," she said quietly. I wondered if she thought she was better than everyone else. "The same cliché reason why everyone else is here? Sex, drugs, and rock and roll."
I fake pouted, "And how's that going for you?"
She ran her tongue over her lip, catching the tip between her teeth and smirking as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me "It would be a lot better if my skirt was shorter,"
Another chuckle escaped between my lips. Meeting her gaze I looked her over for another minute. The silence throughout the empty halls was almost deafening between the two of us. Of course I wanted to f.ck her, but my mind was in other places. She surprised me and I actually wanted to get to know this girl. Arching my eyebrow I smiled slightly, "Do you think you deserve to be here?"
"No, not really." she shook her head. No one thought that. Everyone thought they were better than everyone else in rehabs, of course I knew this having done a short documentary on rehabilitation centers. Ironically, here I was now. Placing my hand on her leg I then traced circles around her knee, playfully teasing her. She let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers climbed up her thigh.
"Do you think you're better than everyone here? Think you're better than me?" I wondered out loud.
Chloe blinked at me for a second, clearing her throat, her eyes still focused on my hand "I - I don't know what you did to be here."
I nodded, still looking down at her leg. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin with every movement I made. Smirking to myself once again I shrugged, deciding to be as vague as possible but still answer her question. "Fair enough. I'm here because I don't follow authority well."
"Isn't that part of the reason why we're all here?" she let out a chuckle and raised an eyebrow at me, "I mean, none of us are perfect angels..."
I inched my hand up her thigh, grating my nails against Chloe's skin. "You're not?" I asked her quietly, running my palm against her inner thigh. I could feel her getting wetter in addition to her nervous shake; I was definitely making her uncomfortable. "You look very innocent..." I trailed off, biting my lip then smirking as I pulled my head back and leaned it against the wall. Looking down to shoot a glance at my hand I saw that it was still resting on her thigh as I waited for her to speak.
"Why do you think I'm so innocent?" she asked curiously, setting her hand on top of mine as it sat there motionless.
"I didn't say anything about you being innocent," I shook my head. "I said you look innocent... there's a difference."
"So are you not going to tell me why you're here?" she guided my hand up a little further until both of our hands were under her skirt. Chloe cocked an eyebrow, looking seriously curious as to my situation. But there was something about Chloe that I didn't trust; she was hot, cute, and she was an easy enough person to get along with. My general nature was not to trust people, especially those who asked as many questions as I did.
"Sex drugs and rock and roll isn't exactly an answer to my question now is it?" I chuckled, tapping her thigh with my fingertips. She uncrossed her legs slowly and I bit down on my bottom lip. Running my palm down her skin out under her skirt, "So it's not really fair you get to answer vaguely and I don't."
"But you - " she started, grabbing hold of my hand once again, placing it on her leg again. Before she could say another word I grinned, shaking my head.
"I look like I belong here, I know." I nodded, it was true.
"And I don't?" she grinned.
I shook my head, "Barbie, the only place you belong at is the mall... or walking on a runway."
Chloe wrinkled her nose, she obviously didn't like that comment very well, but it was a compliment. She was perfect. All she did in response was shrug, leaning back against the wall next to me, "Sometimes people aren't what you expect them to be,"