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carter watched as the man looked him up and down before leaving, he could act, who knew? declan looked to the small woman who was still holding on to him and he just smiled and shook his head. "i'm just happy to help, didn't know i could be intimidating so that's good to know. i guess my height helps a little." he quipped as he looked down at the woman. she looked like she fit right in with the crowd her and he certainly did not. "nice to meet you leah." he said with a little nod of his head. "right, of course i'll date you for another five minutes before we break up. and i'll try to move on a little faster than your other ex." he joked with a boyish grin on his face. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he had no idea what arguing over the last stool or what a rideshare meant. "well considering i have no idea what those first two things mean, i'm going to go for the jukebox story." he said with a firm nod, a little embarrassed to be so out of place. "since we're still a couple for the next five minutes, can i ask you to be honest like girlfriends usually are. how out of place am i?"

lyla smiles at his telltale reaction, the subtle shift in his expression betraying his true feelings, knowing full well the effect she has on him and enjoying every drop of attention given to her. “i knew it.” she hums, pleased with the answer, the confirmation a satisfying victory. “i’ll go with this one, then.” the red one is her favourite one among the bunch sent by her stylist, too, which is why she’s tried it on first and put it back on after trying out the rest. “exactly how do they look at me?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at him, her gaze unwavering, and waiting for a response as she tilts her head, her blonde locks falling over her shoulder. “come on, there’s no need to be jealous, now.” hand reaches out then, fingers dancing across his chest, a playful tease. “everyone gets to look, but at the end of the day, only one person gets to touch.”

"what's there to talk about?" tone was rough, destine as he watches the other enter his room. "if this is about the other night, save it. it was a mistake, after all you're dating my best friend and i'm dating yours."

"really?" kieran snorted, then regretted it, because he sounded like a dick, and her gaze didn't drop away, not even for a second. maybe she was earnest, or she was just really, really stubborn. in any case, he wasn't going to be the one to flinch first. "what is it you wanna understand?" he asked, knowing there wasn't much to expose underneath the surface. "i can make something up and you can decide if it's true or not."

Jamie could've sworn his heart stuttered at the way the teacher's voice wrapped around the words like she'd meant every one of them, like she really had been listening to Scarlett in a way most adults didn't. The lump in his throat was sudden and unwelcome, but he forced a small smile, shifting Scarlett's backpack higher on his shoulder. "Yeah, she's got a way of making her case," he said, glancing down at the little girl still glued to his side. "Usually gets what she wants, too. Guess I should be worried." It earned a laugh from Scarlett, but his eyes were still on the teacher. There was something there; something he couldn't name without sounding crazy. He hadn't walked into that classroom expecting anything except the usual end of day chaos, but now… Now he was standing in the middle of it feeling like someone had just opened a door he'd been leaning against for the past year. Jamie cleared his throat again before speaking back up. "Thanks for being so patient with her. And for… Y'know, not running for the hills after day one." His mouth quirked at the corners into a little grin. "Guess we'll see you tomorrow, Miss—?"

she  can’t  help  but  stare.    fingertip  tracing  the  rim  of  her  champagne  glass  as  her  best  friend  all  but  throws  himself  upon  another  woman    –    it’s  pathetic,    really.    and  her  plan  to  make  him  jealous?    even  more  pathetic.    she  almost  puts  a  stop  to  it,    almost  texts  them  to  let  them  know  that  the  mission  is  aborted,    but  her  eyes  meet  theirs  and  a  smile  replaces  her  desperate  longing.    suddenly,    she  isn’t  thinking  about  beck  anymore  as  she  weaves  her  way  through  the  glamour.    ❛  i  thought  you  said  you  weren’t  going  to  rent  a  tux.  ❜