#srpnthart

[   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     certainly seems that way from my perspective, laine [   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     i never wanted to hurt you and you know it, i just. i just don’t know how to handle it [   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     if anyone would ever accept me. because i don’t know who i am [   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     you’ve completely turned my life around, and i don’t know how to handle it half the time [   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     i don’t want you completely out of my life. and if we do start to avoid each other........ people will notice. THEY will notice. and i don’t want to deal with that can of worms [   text   to:    laine 🐍    ]     but i’ll keep that in mind.

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the party going on around you hadn’t been enough to chill the rage that was  B U R N I N G   inside that hot-headed skull of yours. her dainty fingertips draped around the collar of a stranger who wore the same colors as the one on that serpent jacket. your jaw FLEXED - the muscles causing your teeth to grit, allowing the muscles to tense. with a few quick paces, your grasp is shoving the unknown victim back into the wall - there’s not a beat in your step ; and before she can RATIONALIZE or even counter-attack your impulse streak.. both your hands are placed on either sides of her jaw, cascading your mouth forward until it found hers in  H E A T E D - and possessive clash. @srpnthart 

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your hands are wrapped around of the waist of a pretty little stranger. the party was going strong downstairs, and you made it known  E X A C T L Y  what you were planning on doing when you led her up the staircase, hand-in-hand. and it didn’t help that lainey had been giing you an unexplained attitude all fucking night long ---- you still hadn’t figured out exactly what it was that you did to piss her off this time. but if she wanted to be a LITTLE BRAT -- then you wouldn’t waste the night trying to make it up to her. that and the second she starts entertaining the idea of hooking up with someone else - it makes your blood boil. but you don’t own her, and she can do WHATEVER THE FUCK she wants .. since she makes it known all the time that you’re not hers, and the other way around. your shirt is on the ground when the door swings open, with her in the doorway. the girl in your lap jumps up, flustered and drunk as she’s looking for her top.  ❝ laine -- what the fuck? ❞

you’ve been stalking the pool of  s t r a n g e r s  all night long --- and yet your attention falls back to the girl. one with pretty silver locks, and mischief in her eyes complimented by a side-eyed smile that kept lingering on your gaze every fifteen minutes. a simple game of cat and mouse - and you’d allow her to believe she was the cat for a little while longer.  ❝  yeah man - great story, excuse me. ❞ you pat your buddy on the chest, hazel hues peering up over the rim of a red solo cup that once again - you catch her looking at you. the smirk is evident on your features - it brightens, and you wet your lips as you matrix your way through the crowd of effortless bodies swaying from side to side in a drunken haze.  you’re leaning against the wall now, and you notice she's almost a foot shorter than you are. -- cute.  ❝  so, i’m here -- what are your other two wishes? ❞