FALSE ALARM

“ BECAUSE YOU’RE YOU. ” she replied in a hurried tone, the tension that filled every corner of the room could most certainly be cut with a knife. “ you have this incredible ability to never be able to let someone let you go. ” everything about them felt like unfinished business, a wound that she thought she had already healed felt like it was still becoming infected. for someone who so often wanted to shut down and vacate the conversation, she stood defiantly and forced herself to tell him exactly how she really felt. “ let’s not pretend like you wanted to stay. ” she bit back to him, the smirk on his lips just allowed for the anger to further boil up inside of her. “ peter stop, you’re being mean. ” the brunettes breath felt like it was getting caught in her throat as she placed a hand to her forehead and allowed herself to think of her next words carefully. “ i don’t think you ever loved me so no, i don’t think i am. ”

                  She was tiptoeing on her way to the window to get some fresh air when someone spoke and spooked her, involuntarily jumping and hitting the nearby study table.    “ Oh, ow! “    She whines as she rubs the pain away from the side of her thighs. She looks around the room before proceeding to close the door as he wishes.    “ Contempt, huh? Wow. who hurt you? “     She jokes then sits on the bed, putting a good distance between them then she hands out a hand to him.    “ Can I take a hit? “

She had hastily said goodbye to Murray, grabbing her jacket and ready to leave out into the dark night once more. She knew what this looked like, she knew that she would have to explain why she was seeing her ex late at night at a pool, but in the moment none of it mattered. She had pushed so hard and ignored for so long, so when he reached out again, she was unable to stop herself. She wanted to see him. Her coat over her shoulders in a moment she walked to the pool down the road, she had met him there before countless times, fondly remembering the poolside picnic they had during their time together. It was one of the reasons she never found herself there now. It seemed only fitting to see him. She scanned her keycard and walked into the empty pool, blue lights illuminating everything around them. She walked around its edge for a moment before hearing the door open. Ember was happy to see him, her features lighting up as she heard the sound of the door close behind him, her back was to him as he approached, she was glad, she didnt want him to see how happy she was to see him. She needed to push that down further from where his prying eyes could notice, if she showed him this, it would be admitting the feelings she held, and that was out of the question. “wheres the bleach?” she asked as she turned to him, giving him a small smile, big brown eyes looking up to him. 

@ptcrs​ 

the smell, which reached her own bedroom – that was what had encouraged ryan to explore – second only to her own boredom. it had been a hell of a few days, which was saying something.. a third murderer really was a bit of a downer – – plus, it limited her options. it seemed their campus was now no man’s land. no one was coming anywhere near it unless they had to.. which meant she wasn’t having very much luck on her go-to hook up apps. so, she exited her room and walked towards the smell. “the room of contempt, in my very own sorority house.. how exciting.” with a arched brow, she leaned against the doorframe. it wasn’t every day she found peter in her sister’s room, smoking what she would bet money on was anything but his first joint. “you see, that’s a hard question to answer without a little more..” a smirk formed across her features. “information. who’s to say i won’t end up in a cat fight whenever whoever you’re here to see comes back upstairs and finds me behind said closed door? i know we’re all supposed to be sisters or whatever but i’ll let you in on a little secret.. we don’t really like each other all that much.”

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