<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting Line.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May 06 // 9:50pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jason/Blaire/Terry/Lisa<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jamie's giggle was cut short as Blaire slipped her hand into the front of her skirt and gripped a hold of her underwear, giving it a sharp tug upwards. Her face flush a bright red, though it was dulled ever so slightly because of her cinnamon complexion. Her dark eyes turned on the blond with a quick frown and she felt herself tense at the friction. She couldn't help lift herself at the sudden motion and Jamie hunched a tiny bit, leaning over herself almost protectively. "H-Hey!" Her voice was loud, abrupt and full of embarrassment, her right hand moving to grip a hold of Blaire's wrist at her abdomen while her left pushed against her own hand, pressing the material in Blaire's hand lower. As her friend gave a few tugs on the fabric while commenting on the garment, Jamie felt herself squirming uncomfortably to try and adjust herself without having to physically do much. When Blaire asked Jason's opinion, the brunette turned to look up at him, her shoulders huddled against her neck with an unusual self-consious expression. Her cheeks were still a light red as she felt a slight release of pressure and let out a small sigh, turning back to Blaire with the same frown, her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. "These are fragile, y'know!" Letting out a huff of breath, she felt herself dancing around on the spot to try and sort herself out. One hand pressed the material back into the front of her skirt, though only her fingertips slipped between the mint material and she opted with remaining uncomfortable a while longer rather then publicly adjusting herself. How lady like would it be to put her hands down her skirt in public? The thought made her shake her head, her arms crossing frustratedly across her chest while she avoided the eyes of Jason and Blaire.<br/><br/>As an unfamiliar face approached the small group, Jamie's expression lightened a little to look unconcerned while her eyes were trained on him curiously. The brunette lowered her chin, watching Terry from the tops of her eyes for a moment before raising an eyebrow at his question. What the hell did he want? Jamie was all for making new friends, but she got a vibe off this guy that didn't mesh well. She turned her head slightly to look at Blaire as she replied, a small smile playing on her features at her words. Ah, she did love Blaire's mouth. Turning back to face the North Star Racer, Jamie's smile remained apparently as she watched him with a sweet expression. She couldn't wait to see what he had to say to that.<br/><br/>A familiar car pulled up next and she felt herself drawn to it, only to frown a little at the driver. She lifter her hand politely and gave a quick friendly wave in Lisa's direction before she turned her attention back on Terry, giving Lisa a small warning nod in his general direction.