st. james, theodora i.

[teddi st. james]

estj (the executive) -- dedicated -- strong-willed -- direct -- honest -- loyal -- patient -- reliable -- orderly -- stubborn -- inflexible -- judgemental -- shallow -- stressful -- tight-lipped _______ "ON YOUR PATH FROM GROWING FROM A GIRL TO A WOMAN, YOU WERE TOUCHED BY THE POISON OF INJUSTICE, THEN TOLD YOU WERE NOT." - jezebel.com (nov. 2016) _______ Since I was a girl, my father has been my hero. I'd been groomed for the spot beside him since I was sixteen. We studied economics after dinner, talked app development between trying on jewellery at Tiffany's, and he taught me that ultimately, I was just as smart, if not more, than any boy. But fuck that. Fuck all of it. There is something charming about August, something that I've never quite been able to place. But girls like me? They don't have crushes on boys like him. I'm not as shallow as I look. _______ _______ "Teddi St James. What a name. What a girl! The Manhattan girl of my wet dreams. The last girl I got with before Teddi started was called Sally Anderson, so you can imagine what a difference it was to have Teddi St James saunter into my life. You know when you read back your old journals and you realize what a fucking idiot you were, though you couldn't see it at all before then? Teddi had that effect on me and girls, especially Corinne. I mean, don't get me wrong-- I love Corinne more than anyone, I'd take a bullet for that girl. But everyone seemed so... I don't know, babyish? Newbury girls would flutter their eyelashes and ask me if I had any gum by way of flirting, coyly asking if I was excited for homecoming in the hopes I'd ask them. Then along comes Teddi, with that raw sexual energy, so confident in herself. Man, I still think about the first time we met when I need something to fire up the engines sometimes. I couldn't have her though. We had one stupid, semi-drunken kiss, which to me was better than any of the awkward sexual encounters I'd been lucky enough to have before then. I honestly thought I was in love with her, the teenage dumbass I was. Maybe I was right. I pined for her like crazy but she kept me at arms length, managing to stand by me as a friend whilst simultaneously drawing a firm line between us. There were so many times the sexual tension between us was so much that I thought I was gonna implode, and I swear she felt it too, swear on my life. I sometimes try to get it out of her but she bats it away, though there's a flirtatious edge to her tone that stops me from feeling totally put out. That's what she does: she's an edger. Gets you right up to the edge and won't let you cum. I'm sorry if that's graphic but I can't think of a better metaphor for her, her tantalizing intimacy. Maybe it's all in my head. Over the years I've stopped seeing her as (just) a sex object. She's one of my best friends, and I don't need a cold shower every time we talk nowadays. There's so much more to her than just a pretty face, I can't tell you how much I admire her for what she's done. August teases and I get it, she's very sincere in her views and that's a novelty these days, but I really think her heart's in the right place. Every so often though, every so often I just want to grab her and get her to admit that she wants me as badly as I want her, that she remembers that kiss like I do. Then I think I sound a bit like Robin Thicke and it's not so tempting anymore."  There is a time for everything. That's what I thought when I first saw my brother Abel and his new girlfriend Theodora. I thought about how to destroy him and also about how our dad's name is Theo and my middle name is Theobald, did he consider that when he picked her out? I don't remember how I got a hold of his phone, I don't really remember the conversation at all. I was sixteen and probably jerking off as I did it. Anyway, I asked her out on his phone as him and then raised his wardrobe for the most douchey outfit I could find. Then I tied a cardigan around my shoulders so I could officialize his aesthetic. I thought I looked pretty neato, I could pass as his fucking twin! Anyway, we went out and I took her to this fancy restaurant that I knew took reservations that I knew I didn't have reservatiosn for. She looked annoyed, but not vocally annoyed. So I took her to mini-putting and "accidentally" pushed her into the little fake alligator pond. Her skirt was all grimey from the pond algae, but I made joke that the it had gotten her all lubed up for me. She looked angry, but didn't vocalize it. Then my car ran out of gas and then I sneezed on her and then I insulted her mother. It went down well, she never texted Abel again. Took a week for her to figure out that Abel wasn't Abel that night. I think she had PE that day and was talking to Nick (during Nick and I's break) and she pointed at me, he said something, then she marched over. We've been friends since. Dora's cool, honest. She might seem like she has a stick up her ass, and maybe she does, but it makes her all the more charming. It's fun to see how easily something little can tip her over the edge. She's the most dramatic person I know. When she found out I forgot to vote she didn't talk to me for over a month, she can do that. She can hold a grudge but she'll usually come back, so I didn't worry too much. I don't think our group would be as interesting without her. It's very salt and peppery until you add a bit of chili to make it more exciting. Wasn't that a great metaphor? A Veronica to our Archie comic."

holly -- sofia jamora -- resident