Abigail

‘I hate that girl,’ Leah announced pointing at a Facebook status update on her iPad. Barry looked over to see who was the source of his best mate's ire and saw the pretty face of Abigail smiling from the screen.
‘Why?’ Barry asked,
‘Look at her. She has a face you want to punch, those delicate porcelain features and that stupid flower in her hair, she's more Laura Ashley than Laura Ashley. Little Miss Goody Goody.’

‘Wow, you really don’t like her.’ Barry said quite surprised by his usually phlegmatic friend’s bile.  

‘and her status updates’ Leah continued ‘are just so twee, so wholesome, they make me sick. What does she think? That she's going to save the world by reposting memes about peace and love and telling others to enjoy the moment? Well who died and made her god?’
‘They are a bit trying’ agreed Barry, smiling at how passionate Leah was in her hatred.
‘And she's such a hypocrite, all that Miss Goody Two Shoes stuff, but you know she's cheating on Dave?’
Barry shook his head, in surprise. ‘Really?’ He said ‘I thought they were happy couple number one, king and queen of the prom, Chandler and Monica, Brad and Angelina.’
‘Well so did I, but It's true, she told me herself, wouldn't tell me who the sucker was though.’
‘Poor Dave’ said Barry, ‘poor Dave.’

Barry watched the girl on top of him, he loved the way the angel turned devil between the sheets. She spasmed one last time before collapsing on top of him. Abigail sought out his mouth for kisses, while letting secondary tremors travel through her body. He smiled, what would Leah say if she could see him now?