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      the fact that he was even here , pissed him off . she was seriously working his nerves , but the moment one of her friends told him what was happening , he couldn't stop himself . roscoe entered the party , pushing most of the people out of their way . he wasn't super big , but he the height and he had muscle . they weren't going to get his way . upon seeing her in the pool , wrapped around someone else the male laughs . “ oh yeah ? we've been broken up for five hours and look at you . real classy , you fuckin' whore . ”

         faux  response  is  anticipated  ,  expects  him  in  familiar  fashion  to  downplay  what  is  believed  to  be  a  much  more  grim  truth  to  the  story  ,  though  femme  appears  almost  offended  at  the  seemingly  lack  of  effort  put  into  the  obvious  lie  provided  .  ‘  then  surely  you  must  mistake  me  for  being  dense  too  .  an  address book  ,  charles  ?  that’s  just  insulting  .  ’  repeats  own  choice  of  words  back  to  him  to  provoke  the  realization  of  just  how  far  -  fetched  the  idea  sounds  .  ‘  you  can’t  expect  me  to  believe  a  single  word  of  that  .  or  are  you  just  indifferent  to  my  opinion  on  the  matter  ?  ’   /   @bcguilc​   . 

        ‘  look  ,  i  don’t  know  what  you  think  you  saw  ,  but  that’s  not  what  happened  .  okay  ?  so  just  leave  it  .  ’

            slender  arms  cross  somewhat  defiantly,  or  at  least  as  much  defiance  as  she  could  muster  while  standing  beneath  his  scrutinizing  gaze.  soft  jaw  is  set  ever  so  slightly  in  reflection  of  her  determination,  but  she  was  still  nothing  compared  to  him  in  terms  of  sheer  intimidation,  presence.  ‘  stop  treating  me  like  a  piece  of  property,  hayden.  ’

sutton: wanna see me after?

the   brunette   wanders   off   as   she   pleases,   comes   and   goes,   seemingly   with   little   to   no   care   for   the   people   around   her   as   she   drifts   back   and   forth.   desperate   to   find   her   place   in   the   world,   to   locate   the   missing   piece   of   the   puzzle.   consumed   by   an   itching   restlessness   and   longing   for   someone,   something,   she   has   yet   to   identify,   driven   by   a   deep   running   sense   of   loneliness   disguised   as   wanderlust.   still,   she   has   the   nerve   to   shamelessly   pop   up   unexpectedly,   three   am,   signature   knock   against   the   wooden   surface   as   she   impatiently   rocks   back   and   forth   on   worn   out   docs.   he   can’t   let   her   in   fast   enough.   off   the   grid   for   two   whole   weeks,   all   she   craves   is   for   him   to   wrap   his   arms   around   her   again   and   to   breathe   in   the   familiar   scent   of   his   shirt.   so   naturally   she   gravitates   towards   him,   looking   to   ground   herself,   finds   solace   and   comfort   in   the   thought   of   him   after   coming   down   from   a   high   —   the   only   current   resemblance   of   something   stable   in   her   life.   she’s   ready   to   assess   the   degree   of   damage   control   needed   as   the   door   flings   open.   ‘ surprise   ! ’   she’s   made   persuasion   into   an   art   form,   highly   doubts   she’ll   have   an   issue   sweet   talking   her   way   through   the   entrance   once   more.   still   she   expects   some   type   of   initial   resistance,   prompts   her   to   demand   space    instead,   fingers   curing   around   the   frame   to   keep   it   from   being   shut  close   in   her   face ,   movement   almost   sneaky.   ‘ before   you   say   anything,   i   got   you   something. ’   hands   digging   through   her   backpack,   a   small   keychain   with   the   neighboring   state   flag   soon dangling   from   her   index   finger,   gives   it   a   small   wiggle   to   demonstrate   the   different   colors   reflecting   depending   on   how   the   outdoor   light   hits   the   surface.   has   made   it   a   habit   to   bring shitty,   low-price   gift   shop   items   from   wherever   she   disappears   to   to   make   amends,   hoping   to prompt   forgiveness   with   the   small   gesture.   ‘ cool,   huh   ? ’

         slips  through  the  crack  with  ease  ,  cat  -  like  in  the  pitch  dark  ,  moves  quick  before  he  has  a  change  of  heart  .  ‘  oh  ,  you  know  .  i’ve  been  around  .  met  some  people  .  seen  some  places  .  ’  explanation  is  brief  ,  vague  and  up  for  interpretation  ,  doesn’t  wish  to  relish  in  his  pain  further  .  ‘  shh  ,  hey  ,  ’  femme  coos  ,  closing  some  of  the  space  between  them  .  ‘  that  was  the  last  time  .  i  swear  .  i  didn’t  lie  when  i  said  i  missed  you  .  it’s  the  only  reason  i  came  back  .  you’re  the  only  reason  .  ’  knows  words  tend  to  lose  value  once  repeated  too  many  times  ,  therefore  reaches  out  ,  both  hands  seeking  to  capture  one  of  his  own  .  swallows  harshly  while  giving  it  a  squeeze  of  reassurance  .  ‘  i’m  not  going  anywhere  .  let  me  prove  it  to  you  .  ’   /   @bcguilc​   .   

         barely  registers  the  adjustment  of  the  open  pages  laying  in  front  of  her  amongst  pens  ,  post  -  it  notes  and  crumpled  pieces  of  paper  scattered  across  shared  desk  ,  too  caught  up  in  the  moment  to  listen  to  any  further  off  topic  instructions  .  ‘  that’s  all  very  cute  ,  romeo  .  but  making  conversation  is  the  least  of  your  problems  .  you’ll  need  to  use  your  mouth  for  other  things  than  sweet  -  talking  .  you  get  where  i’m  going  with  this ?  she  needs  someone  who  will  get  her  off  .  question  is  —  can  you  do  that  ?  ’   /   @bcguilc​   .