the game being played [cyn]

[alissa]

alissa marie michalchuck was in a nut shell her mother blunt whether the truth hurt or not sometimes she could beat around the bush but usually feelings didn’t really matter to her. the truth hurt and she would rather rub it that way then with a grain of salt. she was eighteen and a senior at degrassi high and she heard how people talked about her according to rumors of the halls she didn’t have the best rep but she didn’t have the worst either but then what cheerleader did. tonight though she wasn’t really any of that but herself, so people from school came here all the time she didn’t really like to blend in with them she found the way they acted their age annoying. alissa was here tonight for something interesting.

her definition of interesting was a guy that acted like a bit of an ass she liked playing the game. it was the best way to actually get to know who a person really was. she was looking for someone a bit older or at least someone who could act that way. sitting at the bar she flatly asked for a glass of champagne to look classy but at the same time more original then some bimbo sucking down a shot. all the while she was waiting for someone to come to her it wasn’t going to be the other way around unless some rich looking asshole sat down and looked like they would be fun to mess with.

some guy came up to her wearing a smile and some tacky clothes and a beer in his hand. she looked him up and down and rolled her eyes turning the other way automatically shooting him down thats when she made eye contact with someone and her only reaction was annoyed smirk most times that got a reaction out of people and he wasn’t bad looking. she turned looking up at the television making it sort of a challenge. she knew soon enough the guy would be around she knew how guys worked and she was a good judge of character even at a glance.