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Post by Narwhal on Dec 1, 2013 22:26:59 GMT -6
Stefan raised a brow at her before shaking his head. His expression went stiff and he shrugged, "Yeah," he replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets and going to lean against the railing at the edge of the rink.
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Post by Bri on Dec 1, 2013 23:04:06 GMT -6
She looked down and nodded, skating in wide, slow circles with her hands clasped behind her back. "If you say so....are you still not going to home coming?" she asked.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 1, 2013 23:09:36 GMT -6
Stefan watched her intently, shrugging his shoulders, "Nope. I don't plan on it," he replied, narrowing his eyes a little. He didn't have a reason to be there, besides her of course. But she made him feel things he didn't want to feel. It wasn't worth it. It was never worth it. They always left, "Listen, I'm getting tired. Maybe we can do this again another time," he said, sliding towards the door and stepping out onto the bleachers area. He sat down next to his bag. Taking off his skates, he dried off his blades before putting the guards on. He pulled his regular shoes on and tied them, looking over at her. "See you some other time Ci," he told her, beginning to back out.
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Post by Bri on Dec 1, 2013 23:14:53 GMT -6
Ciera looked after him in surprise, quickly looking down at her feet. "O-okay....see you around Stefan." she tucked some hair behind her ear and skated to the opposite side of the rink, looking up at the bleachers, maybe she should just avoid him from now on, whatever she had felt before was still there, but she didn't want to scare him off. Silently she made a deal to herself not to bug Stefan again, unless he approached her first.
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