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From: ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) mylollipop |
Date: February 11th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC) |
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Re: Ginger/Sim
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"Oh..." She looked at the freshmen girls for a whole second, mentally wondering how they could ever exist before quickly dismissing them with a flip of her hair. Sliding around in front of him, she wrapped her arms about his neck and looked at him through her lashes. A smirk graced her lips, then, as her fingers started to run through his hair a bit playfully.
"I never got to thank you, the other night, for trying to protect me." She said softly, "I mean...Gray's such a meanie head, and you were just trying to be a nice guy, you know? Why'd he have to go bring your mom into it and all? He's such a jerk sometimes."
She sighed, a bit mournfully, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly as she started to pull away. "Are you having fun?"
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There were very few ways this night could get any worse than it already had.
Tatum genuinely didn't know why she hadn't gone back to her room, except for the fleeting hope that Frankie might come back for her, and they could make up and forget this whole thing. She didn't think it was going to happen so easily or so soon, but she couldn't help hoping desperately for it.
After managing just barely to free herself from Amber's clutches, she had gone inside for a moment, hoping to see if she could find Sera. When that plan fell through, it was like another hit to the gut, and she sulked her way back out onto the commons again, frowning the whole way.
She didn't know what else to do, and she was at a loss. Without thinking much about it, she crossed the grass, heading over to where she and Frankie had smoked early, standing behind the same shrub and ducking down slightly to get another cigarette. Her one earlier had been spoiled by Amber, and it was either smoke her head off or cry her eyes out at this point, and she didn't think she could handle more crying.
When she was little, her father used to tell her that if she kept crying so much, they'd have to put her on an IV. That memory made her smile a little in spite of herself, as she inhaled deeply, unaware of anyone else around her.
Really, she either wanted to be alone, or be with Frankie. And if the latter wasn't happening, the former would have to do.
But not for long, it would seem.
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From: gregoire |
Date: February 14th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC) |
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Tatum/Gray
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Gray was having an alright night, unlike a certain ginger who happened to be wearing the same color as him. Of course, more people would expect a girl to wear baby pink than a guy. But he thought he looked fucking slick, and of course that was all that really mattered. He'd just come back from trying to chat up one of the Sonnier cheerleaders who was on her way back to her dorm. She giggled and touched his arm and did all the sort of normal girl things... and then kissed him goodnight. At the door. He'd totally get some next time, he smirked to himself, unlit cigarette already dangling between his lips. It was only when he got to the only really concealed smoking spot outside of the woods that he spotted Tatum. He raised his eyebrows in an awkward greeting, mumbling 'hi' as best as he could with a cigarette in his mouth. Of course, it came out more like a surprised " Aye." |
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From: gregoire |
Date: February 15th, 2011 07:53 pm (UTC) |
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Tatum/Gray
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"Oh... kay?" Gray eyed her a little, his eyebrows still raised. Tatum was Frankie's girlfriend, or so he thought, and you were nice to your friend's girlfriends, right?
If this were Rowan or Sunny... He would talk to her, right? Try to make nice, or whatever.
"Something happen?" He asked idly, breathing out a cloud of smoke. Was this like, a girl thing? Like... PMS, or having just seen The Notebook or something like that.
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He quickly confirmed her earlier suspicions that he was clueless, and she immediately felt a little bit better. "You didn't hear?" she asked quietly, glancing at him and taking a small drag. She had been hoping Amber had been exaggerating with the everybody heard it routine, and maybe she had been.
"I got in a fight," she admitted. "Sort of," she quickly added, scuffing her feet on the ground slightly as she spoke, watching them instead of him. She didn't know why he was even bothering to ask. "It's over now, I'm fine."
Except, of course, that she wasn't. It was hard keeping it together, but at least with her head down, he wouldn't notice her eyes watering as she spoke. If he had to feign sympathy for her, it would just be awkward for both of them.
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