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Post by Bri on Dec 4, 2013 20:53:21 GMT -6
Ciera looked up at him, her eyes pained, "You really want to stop talking?" she asked softly, voice soft as a whisper. "Are you afraid of a girl who actually likes you for who you are and not for your reputation and what's in your pants? You think I'm some kind of delicate thing that can shatter if it gets touched, if that was the case I wouldn't even be here talking to you, I would be curled up in my room crying. I'm not a fragile china doll."
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 4, 2013 21:15:49 GMT -6
Stefan stared down into her eyes, forcing himself to remain expressionless--minus the fact that his eyebrows were so furrowed he'd probably be wrinkled there forever. His hands were clenched so tight his fingernails were beginning to draw blood, "Yes," he forced himself to say, "I"m not afraid of you. You should be afraid of me. There's no point in a relationship if it'll only break you," he continued, "Find someone who cares about you the same way you feel about me," he finished gruffly, beginning to back up from her.
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Post by Bri on Dec 4, 2013 21:31:23 GMT -6
She reached out, digging her hands into his shirt, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "You're making yourself say that," she said lowly, "I'm not afraid of you, there's no point in breaking people, you'll end up alone and miserable. If you didn't care about me, you wouldn't have shown up here threatening to hurt someone if they had hurt me. You're the one who needs to figure out their feelings. I don't want to see you broken and alone. You may act like a tough guy, but you have a weakness, and people will use you for that weakness repeatedly until you're broken. And when you're broken I'll be here to pick up the pieces." she let go of him and straightened the wrinkles in her shirt. "These other girls won't care when you're alone and need someone, but I will." she brushed her hair out of her face and instead of letting him walk away she walked away from him.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 4, 2013 21:37:25 GMT -6
Stefan glared at her. He wasn't mad at her, but he was mad that she was saying the things he had been trying to avoid for years. It felt like a punch in the gut, and he almost winced. Instead, he brought his gaze down to her hands, which were gripping his shirt. He took a deep breath, grabbing her arm tightly, "You think you know me Ciera, but you don't," he said lowly, his voice husky, "So stop acting like you do," he said, releasing her arm and just letting her walk away. He was done.
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Post by Bri on Dec 4, 2013 21:45:51 GMT -6
Ciera paused, looking back at him, her face void of emotion. "If what I said was wrong then why did it make you pal? Why was your voice husky? You're afraid of caring for someone who cares just as much about you. You need to face those fears before you end up alone for the rest of your life. If you ever need me, find me. Remember I'll always be there for you." she looked away then walked into the girls residence hall.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 4, 2013 21:51:05 GMT -6
Stefan frowned at her, unclenching his fists although he was more than ready to break something. He wished she would go away before he broke her, literally. It bothered her how nosy she got. She didn't need to say any of that stuff to him. It wasn't her business at all, but she just got herself involved in it. He didn't say anything as she walked off, huffing heavily and watching her go.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 1:05:08 GMT -6
MAGICAL FAST FORWARD
Stefan made an inhuman noise at his phone screen, gripping it so tight it could've broken in his hand. He threw it onto the ground--it was carpet, fortunately--before he got up and paced his dorm room. He knew he shouldn't be caught up in this social media drama... But when Ciera was involved, he was involved. Was it true? Everything in his mind was telling him it wasn't, but he couldn't help worrying. Was she really sleeping around? Good God. Was it his fault? No no no no no. It couldn't be. He would do anything to make sure what happened wasn't his fault.... No. He would do anything to know it wasn't true. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.
He stormed out of his dorm, a look of death piercing anybody who dated give him strange looks. It wasn't long before he was in the girl's dormitory building, trudging through the hallway with rage and... Pain? He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it made him sick to his stomach. His fist collided with Ciera's door, banging on it fiercely and impatiently.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 1:17:12 GMT -6
Ciera jumped in surprise when she heard the slam against the door, almost stabbing herself with her eyeliner. She frowned "What the hell?" she muttered and walked to the door and opened it, looking at him in surprise. "St-Stefan? What are you doing here?"
She had on a baby blue dress that matched her eyes, it had a v-neck with short sleeves and a skirt that was knee length and flared out a little, having little cut outs at the end of the skirt that looked like little flowers. Around her neck was a simple silver chain with a stare that hung off the middle. Her hair was curled and pulled back partially away from her face and her make up was all done. The only thing she didn't have on were shoes and a coat.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 1:25:05 GMT -6
Stefan was about to break down the fucking door, but then it opened. He took a heavy breath and looked down at her, all dressed up. She looked beautiful. God dammit. "It's true," he mumbled, inviting himself into her dorm room. He shut the door behind them and stared at her, "Who is he?" he demanded, locking the door in case she tried to escape him. He he to know. It mattered too much to him and he wouldn't get sleep until he knew. That guy better have not been some fucking douche on the hockey team. He frowned at the thought, waiting and giving her a stare down.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 1:30:16 GMT -6
Ciera blinked in shock, stepping back quickly. "How do you know?" she asked, "More importantly, why do you even care about me going out to have some fun? I thought you wanted me to try and get over you." she crossed her arms over her chest and looked down.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 1:38:48 GMT -6
Stefan grimaced, "Why the fuck does that matter? That's not why I'm here!" he said angrily. He cared, more than he'd ever admit to her, but he did. At least, some part of him did, "Just... Who is he?" he asked, staring at her. His eyes fell onto her chest and he frowned, "You can't wear that. Please don't wear that," he said, looking back up at her with a deep frown. He couldn't imagine how many guys would be staring at her chest if she went out with... Those completely visible! He wouldn't let it happen.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 1:43:15 GMT -6
Ciera huffed, starting to get made. She put her hands on her hips and stared up at him. "Why does that matter if you won't answer my questions? And I can wear whatever the hell I want. I'm single, I can show off whatever I want. Heck, maybe I'll go put on my mini skirt and a tube top! Then instead of going out to dinner we can go to club!" she snapped, her anger getting the best of her.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 1:47:40 GMT -6
"Ciera no," Stefan said, "I won't let you leave," he continued, leaning against the door and frowning. The idea of all those guys staring at her breasts was not okay. She needed to cover up, now. "Ci... Who is he?" he asked again, tone desperate. "Just tell me, and I'll leave you alone," he said slowly, unsure if he was telling the truth or not. All of worst guys popped into his head, and he prayed to god she wasn't with one of them.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 1:52:50 GMT -6
She clenched her hand into a fist and walked away from him, "Fine. It's Grant Wilson, he asked me out to dinner and a movie, and I said yes. Why do you even care? When I tried to show you I cared you got mad."
Grant was a one of the star football and baseball players at Tidewater, but also had a more steamy reputation of being a sex god among all the students. He was a big jock who wasn't afraid to show himself off at ant chance he got. He was a stud who was always looking for a new girl to spend time with, in multiple ways, if Ciera went out with Grant she definitely wouldn't come back a virgin.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 2:05:33 GMT -6
Stefan frowned, "Why the fuck do you think I care?" he yelled, ready to punch something, but not having anything in reach to break. He huffed and clenched his fists, though when she spoke, his gaze softened, "Him? Why him?" he asked. Of all people. Why the hell would she go out with Grant? The guy was a dickhead and only cared about one thing. It was sad because it was like he was describing himself.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 2:08:41 GMT -6
"I don't know!" she yelled back, "You made it clear that you don't like me in that way!" for once she was glad that her roommate wasn't around to hear them yelling. "Why him?" she asked, "Because he was nice and he asked me, I have no reason to say no." she looked down at her feet, frowning at her feet.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 2:18:37 GMT -6
Stefan's frown deepened, "I don't! But that doesn't mean I don't give a fuck about you," he told her, grabbing her wrist. Even if he didn't like her like that, he still wanted her to be safe and away from creeps like Grant. She had so much more potential than that. "You had no reason to say yes, either," he said softly, releasing her wrist. He hoped that Grant guy wouldn't be coming anytime soon, since she wouldn't be leaving with him. He didn't want to think about them having sex. It absolutely disgusted him.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 2:28:36 GMT -6
"Yes I had a reason." she replied, her voice going soft. "I'm lonely. I have nobody to spend time with. I'm always by myself and I am sick and tired of it, okay? I don't like it. After that stupid blog no one's talking to me at all, Grant is the only one whose being nice to me and isn't messing around with my head and my feelings." she rubbed her forehead, starting to wish that she had never gone to Tidewater.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 5, 2013 2:33:04 GMT -6
Stefan arched a brow, "You don't need a guy to fill your loneliness, there are plenty of girls here who are your friends," he said, frowning. If she thought she was lonely... Well she was completely wrong. There were so many guys after her, and she had ten million friends. The last thing she needed to worry about was loneliness. "And Grant will play with your emotions! So please don't go out with me," he said, clenching his fist again.
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Post by Bri on Dec 5, 2013 2:40:08 GMT -6
Ciera actually laughed, "You really think that those girls are my friends? Stefan, for once you are being naive, those girls are all two faced and will take any chance to make me look bad, especially now that they all know I'm a scholarship kid. I though they were my friends, but after reading that blog post they abandoned me. They called me White Trash. No one talks to me now, I've been kicked off of the events committee because apparently I make them look bad. I have absolutely nothing now." she shook her head, trying not to cry as her words, ones she had never said out loud, really hit her, making her feel even lonelier than before. "So far Grant is my only hope of not being alone. All I do is sit here all day watching tv or going on the internet or doing home work. I want to do something besides that crap."
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