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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 15:43:37 GMT -5
Jon laughed softly, in his mind recalling that this was typical virgin behavior- they only saw romance in the movies, and always think a guy is trying to get into their knickers the first time they saw them.... Which was, kind of, true... "What? You don't want to change into dry clothing? You sure? Ok, fine," he pretended to briskly walk away, "I won't bother you then." He whirred around sharply, "or, do you wanna think again?"
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 15:51:36 GMT -5
Why did he think he could control everything, just by the way he could manipulate words to make her feel guilty. She hadn't done anything wrong, yet she found herself considering to go over to him just because of the way he had said things. But everything was so stupid, she didn't know anything about him, she barely knew his name. "Well, I suppose if your offer still stands..."
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 15:53:36 GMT -5
"I'm not offering anything," he scoffed. "I'm just asking you if you would like me to get you over to your common room incase that rabid bitch decides to molest you in some way. And she can." Jon turned his back on her and raised his head high, "Would you stop thinking that every guy you meet is trying to get in your knickers? For chrissake, we're not all that animalistic."
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 16:00:21 GMT -5
"And you think I can defend myself?" She asked as she crossed her arms again, eyebrow raised slightly as she looked at him. It was his fault she even had to protect herself from Cici, if he hadn't had to go bouncing from one girl to another this wouldn't be such a twisted mess.
She opened her mouth to reply and stopped, gaze flickering downward as she scuffed her shoe on the tile. Closing her eyes for a moment, hiding from memories, hiding from pain, "Well all the ones I meet are." She said softly as she raised her head, gaze staying on a spot behind him as she shook her head. "it doesn't matter anyways..." She said voice barely a whisper as she brushed curls out of her eyes, taking a few steps past him.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:03:33 GMT -5
"You know, I'd let you off like that, for all I care," Jon replied, this time very deeply and honestly hurt. "But, if that bitch flings you down the stairs, or you get pneumonia, I'll feel like it's all my fault, since I brought this upon you, and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for the suffering and possible death of a fellow human being, and so on and so on... Basically, you won't fling me off until I escort you to your common room." He once again offered his hand to the girl.
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 16:10:07 GMT -5
She sighed biting her lip, arms still crossed as she tapped her foot, eyes closed for the moment as she thought, a few minutes to forget what she had to worry about. Why not?
"All right, if you're so set on it." She said softly, turning to face him and walking over, putting her hand on his.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:14:56 GMT -5
Jon flashed her a toothy grin, "I always get what I want, m'dear." Dozens of pairs of eyes followed them as they exited for the stairs. Jon could hear Liz relating to a vast public another anecdote about his playboish life, and only hoped that the girl couldn't hear it. His ex-flings giggled and snorted randomly behind his back, probably thinking that this new girl will be dumped by the school casanova like they were. Jon cursed them mentally. He rushed her through the less-known passages, hearing her gasp behind him every time he took a sharp turn into another narrow corridor, where the shadows themselves took wing and flew to greet them. He felt a sharp tugg at his sleeve, and an obstinate foot hit the floor. They stopped. What now?, he thought.
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 16:18:37 GMT -5
She followed him past the people, not really paying any attention to them, to invovled with her thoughts of summers gone wrong and the wonderings of how badly this would go. She followed him through the corridors, not really expecting half of the turns they took.
"Okay, two things. One could you slow down." She paused looking up at him. "And answer one question for me, do you even /know/ what my name is?"
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:24:55 GMT -5
He turned around, his eyebrows raised in unfriendly inquisitiveness. "Do I LOOK like I know what your name is? I tell you, my angel, I don't even WANT to know- you're probably gonna tell all your annoying girlfriends that you've just dumped him who has never been dumped and be all happy about that, and then I'm gonna get depressed and think that you're an egoistical bitch, and then you and Cici are gonna have a fight again, and both of you will end up mad at me, and I'll be the loser, as usual... Eh, no thanks- how bout we just keep it at anacquaintance level?" He turned to march on, then added, "unless you still want to go on that coffee date with me."
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 16:32:26 GMT -5
"So you think that I'm the kind of girl that goes and tells /all/ of her friends about everything that has happened to her that day. Well I hate to break it to you, but thats not me, I don't tell everyone whats going on with my life because no one really gives a fuck. And besides, you can't dump someone after a ten second fling, things don't work like that." She sighed as she stopped, leaning against the wall and running a hand through her hair, the nerve of him, to rant on like that and then ask her out.
"Maybe another time."
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:36:24 GMT -5
Jon stopped in his tracks. This was proving to be more difficult than he thought... A small /thing/ inside of him hit a nerve, and a fluffy pink thought plopped into his mind- maybe /she's/ the one...
"Erm, girl, I seriously don't know your name, and I'm really sorry that this whole muddly thing happened, I understand you don't want to see me ever again, but, please" he kissed her hands, "please, if you ever get a free minute, think about that coffee date?"
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 16:40:57 GMT -5
She nodded her head, eyes opening as she looked up at him, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I-I'd like that..." she said softly still leaning on the wall as she looked up at him.
"And, its Chasidia..."
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:47:24 GMT -5
Cheesy moments. Ugh. Why do women always procastinate? But, it couldn't be helped. The girl called for a hug. Jon pressed her to the wall and gave her a friendly squeeze, "eh, it's all right, Chasi- you're gonna get more than your fare share of things!"
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