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Haha, I don't watch that much TV in general... D:
Sᴛᴇғᴀɴ Oʀᴡᴇʟʟ
It would be arrogant to say that I knew I was the hottest guy at Kugler Academy. After all, it didn't play well with the other guys; competition's tough here - especially when half the girls looked like shit. Not that I was complaining, though. Whether they looked terrible or not, it was my job to maintain my rep to make sure that I was at the top and they were all beneath me. A deep chuckle vibrated at the start of my larynx. Some people said that having the capability to have sex made you more mature. For me, it was the opposite, seeing how I turned something meaningless into something perverted. I guess the saying was true. Good things did come in big packages.
I swaggered down the hall, flashing charming smirks at the females, basking in the utter adoration the gender had for me. It was beautiful, how they all practically worshiped me to the extent that my name was always spoken in hushed whispers. The males always spoke of me like I was some sort of disease, but I didn't give a shit to what those baboons thought of me. All that mattered was that I held the key to every woman's heart.
Right?
Okay, so maybe there was a little downside to my case. You see, since I was the epitome of the whole bad boy image here, that meant a whole shitload of girls pined for me like I was some sort of paradise or something. And if you still didn't get what I mean, well, allow me to put it into simpler words. Every girl in this academy was possibly severely infatuated with me. Add the emphasis on every.
Okay. I've dealt with a lot of shit that came flying my way, even got involved with a few dramas. I've got girls sending me death threats for just using them for a one-night stand, assholes trying to be wannabe images of me. Even the fucking teachers always have to create some hype involving me just because I didn't do my homework and shit. But never in my life - never - have I had someone obsessed with me to the extent that she knew my fucking middle name and had my picture taped up in my locker. Needless to say, it was creepy for me to deal with it properly without not turning on my awkward button and acting helpless in the situation.
Which was why when she tried to ask me out, I let her down majorly.
Okay, fine, I'm a dick, but what the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't deal with that glass case full of emotion 24/7. But the girl should've known long beforehand that I didn't do all that falling in love and dating shit. It was bad for my image and if I even managed to fall in love, I'd be screwed. Big-time.
I managed to stop by a blonde who was somewhat decent, if you liked your girls all blue-eyed and innocent. If I secured this girl in by tonight, I'd be up at 1353 notches on my bedpost. Way to go, Stefan.
"Hey, babe," I purred seductively, nonchalantly balancing my arm around her neck. "What'cha up to tonight?"
[ x.x Hopefully that wasn't too bad. ]
[ Wifey, your post was gorgeous, okay? Perf. Amazeballs. <3333 ]
Things would be different starting today. Well, actually, I had decided this on Friday. I could do this, I knew I could. His picture in my locker was long gone, in the trash and ripped to shreds in my polka-dotted little garbage bin in my room. That, I guess, had been the proof of my moving on and learning from the most humiliating moment of my short life. God, I guess my plan wasn’t really working, seeing as I was thinking about him right now. Ugh, I guessed that this was going to be a lot harder than I’d thought possible.Cᴀssɪᴅʏ ʀᴇʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
“Cassie, are you listening?” Will’s voice broke me out of my thoughts and I looked over at him with an apologetic smile ghosting my lips.
“I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” Which was entirely true; I spent a good part of the night with Chester, weeping into his fur as he made a point to stay cuddled with me. That dog was the best therapist ever – and all for dog treats! I heard Will chuckle and I smiled a little; he had such a good personality and now that I thought back on all of it, he’d always been there. He was the one who suffered the most my rants which lasted over two hours sometimes. And then Stefan opened my eyes last week and made his message more than clear. Will had been my support system through it all, so when he asked about dinner, I couldn’t say no.
His hand reaches over and takes mine with such tenderness; I’m reminded that there are much better people than Stefan. Easy to say because he wasn’t anywhere to be seen as of right now. “We should head to the school, wouldn’t want to be late.” He smiled and stood up, helping me mirror his action. Was it that time already? Maybe, maybe it would be better if I pretended I didn’t feel well. Just for today. I’m not given the space to set up my act because my boyfriend’s arm slides across my waist and pulls me to him with a grin. In a swift motion, I feel his lips against my temple and I can feel a faint blush scatter over my cheeks.
Once we breach the gateways to heaven and hell coalition, my body tenses as all the familiar habits start bubbling inside of me. First off, I’d always look around to see if he was around, if he wasn’t, I went looking for him just so I could wave good morning. It’s sad how I never got one in return and after a certain time, I had begun to notice he was just flat out ignoring me. Well, all of that is behind me now. I forced my gaze on the ground and then up at Will, then at the hand on my waist, the lockers on Will’s side; anywhere but at students’ faces.
Soon enough, we got to my locker and Will grinned as he stepped beside me and spun his combination so quick, I wondered if he didn’t already have part of it done. As for me, it takes two tries to get my lock open and when I do, I’m hit with this wave of loneliness when I take in my nearly empty locker. Of course, I have a picture of Chester, my brother who’s gone serving our country, my little sister whose condition keeps getting worse and worse, but none of him. Any and all traces of him were gone. Hell, I wasn’t even wearing any of his favourite colours – now that was something. Once again, I had to remind myself not to look around, look for Stefan, more precisely. I managed my backpack in my locker before a pair of arms slid from behind, only to intertwine with mine. I felt Will’s chin rest on my shoulder as he took in the difference of my locker. “Feel good?” His warm breath brushed the very tip of my ear, making me shiver in delight as I turned around and linked my arms around his neck.
“Better than ever.” I grinned and pushed up on my feet to kiss him. We shared a quick kiss before I pulled away and smiled, my cheeks had found their rosiness again. I was always a little sketchy about P.D.A, but I was getting used to it. I turned around and shut my locker and whipped back around, only to take Will’s hand and bring his arm over my shoulder.
And then the slow walk to the class was nothing but giggles and teases, making me temporary forget about my first heartbreak.
[ See, my posts get longer with the second post. xP But hopefully it's not too horrendous for your eyes to read. ]
Sᴛᴇғᴀɴ Oʀᴡᴇʟʟ
Out of all the emotions a human could have, I'd wager jealousy was probably in the top ten. It was amazing how much anger, sadness, and denial one sole feeling could pique in someone. Not to mention the strange thoughts that bordered on morbidity.
Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't jealous or anything. Psht. You wouldn't catch me dead feeling all that shit. I was a man with a great reputation around here and I wasn't going to let some fuckery screw it all up and let me fall into that abyss of outcasts. Psht, if I was dropped back into the geek crowd... I shuddered at the mere thought, shaking my head almost imperceptibly. Nope. I definitely wasn't jealous.
But the girl I was currently trying to succeed in bedding that night thought otherwise, as she flashed me a haughty smirk. "Got a thing for the freak?" I, of course, sputtered in disbelief, looking at her strangely - as if it was she who had acted in such a way against the girl who had went batshit crazy for me. "What the hell are you talkin' about, babe?" My question came out in a low growl, raising an eyebrow as if she dared to question me. Thankfully - as was the case with stereotypically-induced blondes - she knew well not to question me and had the grace to look embarrassed. Damn right she should be ashamed. I mean, seriously? Me and the Freak?
But I kept turning my gaze back to the couple. My eyes never left them ever since they entered, all lovey-dovey and immersed in each other. God, if I had the chance to spit, I would've. But that wasn't charming. Even for a guy possessing my looks and grace.
I turned my gaze away just in time as they chose to exchange another kiss. Goddamn it, what was happening? The Freak wasn't my business - in fact, I should've been ecstatic to finally have her off my case. But even so, I found myself wondering when she would wave exuberantly at me and try her terrible flirting tactics on me. Believe it or not, I had somehow kept track of the girl in the course of days in which she had expressed her profound infatuation for me. One look at my current object of conquest, though, was enough to infuse my veins with steel. I was going to make that girl pay for what she did, even get the thrill of humiliating her more.
I slid an arm around the shoulders of the blonde, escorting her to where the Freak was heading with her boyfriend. Now that I had a somewhat clear look at her countenance, I found it wasn't too bad - better, even, than the girl standing at my side, having her whole face caked with shit.
"Yo, lovebirds," I called out, flashing my signature smirk at the two, mainly reserving the sexiness for her. Oh, ho, she was going to regret ever drawing attention to herself and making me feel all this ridiculous shit. "When's the wedding, huh?"
[ And I suck. I'm so sorry for the crappiness. x.x I have so much homework and I'm just... ugh. ]
[ Psh -- loved it! Quit doubtin' yourself! <3 ]
[I'm gonna go ahead and be a hypocrite -- this one's not so good. D: ]There he was. I couldn’t help myself, I’d caved in. I just needed a small glance just that would do. But I had caught him at the wrong time because his eyes were on another girl – a blonde. I don’t know how that made it different, maybe it was because I was a blonde, too and it was just too easy to picture myself in her shoes and that would be his arm around me and – “Stop staring, Cassie.” William murmured in my ear, catching the slightest whiff of annoyance in his voice. He was right. I couldn’t stare at some other guy when I had this amazing boy holding me close to him. Will was ten times better than Stefan, no, a thousand. I was convinced of this.Cᴀssɪᴅʏ ʀᴇʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
Boys who broke hearts didn’t deserve to be loved, right? I mean, where was the logic in that? I sighed and nestled my head in his shoulder, centering my thoughts about the flowers I was going to go pick up for Rosie today. I had to pay her a visit today and some other time this week, but that was just the minimum I’d promised; I intended to visit her probably five out of the seven days. “Sorry, Will.” I mumbled above the obnoxious uni-voice of hundreds of students talking over one another.
Then, seeing as I kept my eyes low, a pair of shoes caught my eye and I didn’t even have to look up to know whose they belonged to. Instantly, my heart slammed against my chest and I felt my fingers go numb. I couldn’t feel them anymore, I’m not joking. Oh my God, what is he doing so close? The words come out of his mouth and I think I broke a record for the world’s fastest bloom of a face-blush. M-married?! I still hadn’t looked up, but rather at the girl he had under his arm. I gave her an awkward smile but I could see it in her eyes, the title I’d been given within their popular group. I’d heard it, they’d called me it before and I tried to never let it get too personal, but only Chester knew about how I felt about going to school.
“Actually, it’s next week.” Will spoke, grinning down at me. With wide eyes, I looked up at him and shook my head a little. I wanted to scream and run away, or faint. I don’t know – I just wanted to get out of here. How could he say that?
“N-no we’re not.” I butted in quickly, frantically meeting Stefan’s gaze. Big mistake. Just that and my knees got a little weak. Oh, this wasn’t fair. So not fair. I couldn’t do this. I just couldn’t. “We’re not getting married.” I told him, feeling the urge to assure him that I wasn’t getting married. What would he think of me if I was going to? I wasn’t given much time to think because Will threw his head back and laughed at me, but in a good way. He had a nice laugh and I couldn’t help but crack a slight smile because I knew I’d overreacted – something I did with lots of things.
“Seriously, though,” Once Will had regained his composure, he looked at Stefan straight in the eye, not entirely happy, actually rather pissed off. “Get lost.”
Just like that.
He told Stefan off.
Oh. My. Dear. Lord. Goodness.
Somebody kill me.
Sᴛᴇғᴀɴ Oʀᴡᴇʟʟ
I've always been used to winning everything. Girls, games... even for a while, I held the record of having the highest grades in school, grades that never dared dip a point. But as it was, my reputation was far more important than silly academics. Plus, I doubted I would ever use the quadratic formula later on. But right now, standing here with my newest conquest under my arm, I felt a little caught off-guard at seeing the Freak's boyfriend laughing it off and playing along with it. No way was I going this bastard take one for the Freak.
"Pathetic," I sneered at his threat. "What? Afraid to use the potty words around her?" I jabbed a thumb in the Freak's direction. "Because, really, I know she acts like she's five but you don't have to worry about minding the fucking language." I raised a cocky eyebrow in her direction once more. "Good for her to learn." I basked in the appreciative titters that arose from the audience that had formed a huge circle around us, though now I felt a little remorse for the guy. He didn't ask for this shit that would surely be started up since he was dating the Freak. Maybe if I knocked some sense into him, he'd make smarter decisions on who to date.
"Listen, man," I drawled, looking at him seriously. "I didn't mean to start up all this bullshit and I understand, you really like this Freak." I stifle a derisive snort expertly. "But look, man, you're a decent fellow. You don't need to deal with this crap, all for just dating this weirdo. Just dump her and let her live her own pitiful single life." I aimed a remorseful grin at the girl. "I mean, let's face it. It's not like anyone's going to be in love with her."
The crowd oohed and gasped at my harsh jibe at the Freak, but I didn't care. She had infused all these weird emotions into me, shit I didn't feel any bit for the Freak. And no way was I going to succumb to this love shit and present her with a box of chocolates. That'd be asking for social suicide.
I smirked, shaking my head at him. "You have a lot to learn. So I suggest you start heading in the right path by dumping this freak," I nodded almost imperceptibly to the girl, "and start to look around at the more suitable girls around here."
[ It was lovely. x.x ]
Standing there, I thought that it would all be over after that. I’d imagined that Stefan would snort and walk away and that would be the end of that. But as the people began circling around, I couldn’t help but dread what was to come. I knew that Stefan basked in the attention of others and now I could only brace myself for the next few moments. I was expecting the worst. I wasn’t going to let him get to me. No. I ripped him up and threw him in the garbage, remember? Nope, nope, nope. I had to stay strong; tune him out.Cᴀssɪᴅʏ ʀᴇʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
I didn’t like how calm Will was acting about all of this. I mean, I guess it was better than dumbing himself down to the level Stefan was stooping at, but I still didn’t like it. I knew the fights he’d gotten in because he’d gotten out of control and I didn’t want to sound selfish or anything, but I didn’t want him getting angry over something about me. I didn’t deserve to have that kind of loyalty, it wouldn’t feel right. Maybe Stefan’s right. He should just break up with me. Or maybe I’ll make things easier for him and break it off myself – but that might give him a bad reputation because the Freak would have cut things off.
I hate high school.
I think what got me the worst was how everyone around us seemed to be waiting for the next insult. Didn’t anyone have a heart? I mean, if not for me, then for Will, at least. Then, there was a moment of heavy silence, one where all the weight seemed to weigh on William’s shoulders. As for me, I was barely holding on. Part of me – the angry me – wanted nothing more than to slap Stefan but the better part of me told me that I better save this one for when I’m alone with myself. In a quick motion, I felt his arm come off from around my shoulders and jerk forward, with every intention of slamming his face in Stefan’s oh-so perfectly shaped countenance. Before any of that can occur, I grasp his hand tightly and pull him back dryly so he tumbles back a little. “Don’t.” I huff, not liking how red with anger his face off. “Just, let’s go, okay?” I bit my lip and caressed his cheek briefly, ignoring everyone else and before I could stop myself, the words were out of my mouth. “He’s not worth it.”
Had I just said that? What…what got me to say that? Slowly, I intertwine my fingers with Will’s and start dragging him away because I could feel the tears prick my eyes. I can’t hold on much longer. But Will’s not finished. “Hey, fuck you, douchebag.” His voice was so incredibly heavy with loathing; it brought shivers down my spine. “It’s disgusting how you can go home and speak to your own mother with that mouth.” His grip on my hand made it feel as if mine would crush beneath the pressure.
I shook my head and looked down at the ground before I allowed the time for the lump in my throat to die down. I bit my lip and then it dawned on me. It kind of just clicked in and with a new found strength and possibly my adult side seeping in, I took a small breath and let go of Will’s hand and stepped up a little. I was done with this. Last week had been an eye opener and this was going to be the last time I endured this – that was a promise. “I’m sorry, Stefan Orwell,” I refrained from looking down at the ground, but instead kept my eyes locked on him and I hope they looked a lot firmer than what I felt on the inside.
“I’m sorry you’ll never find happiness.”
Sᴛᴇғᴀɴ Oʀᴡᴇʟʟ
I only smirked as the douche's face started turning crimson like an apple. If there was one more thing I was good at, it was provoking the prey. Poor sod. The idiot probably didn't even understand how he had just practically admitted defeat in this. I guessed that's what happened when people hang out with freaks.
I waited there, taking a momentary glance around us to see just how many people were actually interested in this. It was funny how much power I had in my hand. I could just snap my fingers and people would be lining up behind me, all showering me with the uniform quantity of swoons and admiration. How long I had gotten used to the attention, I didn't know; I guess it probably struck the morning I woke up thinking how beautiful the feminine species were. And then, bam. The birth of a god. Well, Sex God, at least.
I turned my sneer back to the freakshow, narrowing my eyes especially as I saw the Freak quiver almost imperceptibly at the insults I hurled at her. Damn right she should be shaking. Never in my life had I noticed a girl of her low status in school. You know, the quiet bookworm-ish kind who raised their hands in class to answer every question with a shitload of vocab in it. The kind that probably never had sex before, much less a fucking kiss. Okay, sure, maybe I was being a bit harsh when it came to her looks because, really, she wasn't that bad to look at. I'd even go to say that she was one of those ladies who never had to go through the trouble of applying mascara every five minutes since she already had a good natural look on her.
But that wasn't me.
I wasn't that kind of guy who went pining for the nerds and geeks who prided themselves in work before play. Those girls who demanded commitment and forbade debauchery. If you really wanted to know, I always went for the ditzy blondes and brunettes who had the mental capacity of a rock since they were the easiest to take advantage of for the very reason. I could easily be caught with another girl and escape the charges with a wink or - if it came to drastic measures - a passionate kiss. I never needed to explain for my behavior and that was fine by me. Even great, actually. I liked it.
I was about to leave it at that since I still hadn't received a damn response from the Cirque de Freaks when I rose my eyebrow at the feminine sound belonging to none other than the Freak. My body became taut like a string at her voice. Believe it or not, I think I was infected by her freakiness or something. My ears never would have perked up like that. Especially for someone like her.
I rolled my eyes at the guy's spirited insult thrown towards me. Psht. Mediocre defense. I'd fought better with a puppy for god's sake than this guy. So, I guess it was easy for me to assume that I had won this round like so many others before the freaks.
But I was wrong.
I stood there, frozen, as the Freak initiated her last words towards me.
"I'm sorry you'll never find happiness."
And believe it or not, I felt a little sting. Right there in the hole I thought replaced my heart. I was wrong, once more. It was still there.
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