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R. L. Gallagher & Whitnee
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Whitnee
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Jul 11, 2014 04:59PM
(It's still continuing. Even after I said I was going to go. Ughhh…)
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(Haha you can't. But we will have a good time later.)
(Okay!! Well try to have fun without me I suppose)
(I'm not going for a couple more hours. So I'm here for now.)
Kieera hadn't seen her brother that pissed off in what seemed like forever. But it usually meant he was going to go do something he would later regret. And yet, she felt no urge whatsoever to stop him. "So, maybe you should go first?" She offered, stepping g out into the hallway. Gewls have Jack a one over. The guy looked like shit, but it would be okay. They would talk things over. Only Gewls really didn't think she wanted to be with Jack while she was pregnant. It would be a dangerous thing and they both couldn't get kicked out of school.
Ace nodded, nervously tucking his into his pockets while he watched her. "I'm sorry," he said heavily. "I shouldn't have been putting Monroe first, I shouldn't have yelled at you - at all - and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize I screwed up." He let out a long sigh as he watched her, pursing her lips. The mere thought of losing her over this fight was putting him on edge. "I care about, Kieera. A lot. And I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry. For everything." He pursed his lips again to shut himself up.Jack stared at her when she didn't say anything, and he cleared his throat awkwardly before pleading, "Please?" Having her just watch him made him... nervous. Like he wasn't even worth considering.
(It was suppose to be an exclamation mark. But my phone keyboard sucks.)
(It's okay friend. I understand :))
(So… I really think Jaxon and Monroe should start talking. Because I realize my guys have wondered off. Hell, if you wanna play a girl Zander is going to hang. Or even a couple of his fuck buddies…)
(Omg I completely forgot about him and Monroe. Yeah, we can bring them in :) and I'll play whoever you want me to!!)
Kieera tilted her head, almost afraid of the words coming out of his mouth. His change of heart happened to be because he was afraid of losing her? She couldn't help her heartbeat fastening pace. "You don't have to be sorry." She said quickly. She wanted to take back her jealous rage. But at the same time, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to be with him. It was obvious though, what was going to happen. She was going to accept his apology, return with one of her own, and they would hug things out. She cared about him too. And despite being a jealous, raging, hormonal bitch.… she would never want hi thinking she was hating on him or someone he cared about deeply. "I was scared… that she was more important. And she was at the time. Or is. You lost her." Gewls squeezed her eyes closed, feeling quite nauseous. "Talk Jack. I can't exactly run out of my dorm room dramatically. I have no where to run too. So talk." She mumbled. with the bathroom being occupied, and the hallway outside the door being used for a makeup session, she was stuck exactly where she was. In her bedroom. And she couldn't have been more upset. She didn't want to see him. Or talk to him. But he looked like if he didn't talk he would burst into tears.
(Thank you so much!! I'm super duper excited :)) I went from 11th out of 13 to 5th out of 10 so it means I'm making improvements :D how are you? I'll have a reply up here soon :))
(I'm just so darn proud of you! Haha, you're working super hard.)
(I've been training my ass off so it's good to see the results I've been working for :))
(Well good job! I knew you'd do amazing. Haha even if I haven't ever seen you dance. I know you do work hard for it. And you really want it.$
(That is good :) I'm glad you're good. Also your work snapchats were hilarious)Ace shook his head, stepping forward to wrap his arms around her and rest his chin on her head. "I do have to apologize. I fucked up," he insisted, squeezing his eyes shut as he kissed the top of her head. "She's not more important than you, Kieera. Please believe that," he pleaded as he pulled his head back, cupping her face in his hands to look her in the eye. "She's an old friend, and I care about her a lot, but spending time with her is not worth losing you. You don't deserve that." He couldn't actually admit that one was more important than the other. He'd missed Monroe, and she used to be a huge part of his life, but Kieera had essentially filled that void, and he wasn't willing to lose either of them. He didn't want anything romantic or sexual with Monroe, but he didn't want to lose her as a friend either.
Jack stepped into her room slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way towards her. Hesitantly, as if she might kick him off, he sat down on the edge of her bed, right on the corner, to give her enough space without awkwardly standing in the doorway. "I think..." he started off, his voice cracking before he cleared his throat. "I think you're rushing into this. I don't think you should make any rash decisions about our relationship without talking about it first," he reasoned, hoping that was a good place to start without pissing her off.
(Yeah… I felt like they were the usual snap chats.)
(That's good! Haha, I thought yours were pretty great too.)
(I was in a super good mood because I found out that a family that hated me at my dance school is leaving so I was in like a happy-bitchy mood lol)
(A whole lot of nothing. Two hours before I go to work…)
Jaxon was working alone in the weapon room. His hand gliding over the gun he had been rebuilding now. It had taken him a couple of different maneuverings before he had finally figured out that the way he was placing certain objects had been incorrect. But this is what he usually did. He would build and rebuild things all day long, until he figured it out and then he would tell other people how to do it so that everyone got trained on it. Which was kind of complicated when it came Kieera chewed on her lip, uncomfortable. She chose the wrong choice of words. Because deep down, she wanted him to feel guilty or something. But she needed to push those emotions out of her systems and she needed to be kind to him. "I'm sorry that I was a bitch to you." She mumbled. Her apology was out of her now. And she felt like her shoulders were no longer being weighted down. Things would work out because they would make it work. "She is however someone from your past, and I won't stand in the way of you guys spending time together and getting back that relationship you once had." They must have been super close.
Gewls crossed her arms over her chest. "You think I made a rash decision? I think it was me trying to protect you." She replied. She wasn't going to fly off the handle. She was just going to keep him safe. "You know… that if they find out you're the father they will kick you out too, right?" She needed to remember what Bex had said about keeping her there at the school.
(I played Black Ops with my brother and I can't do it. I suck.)
(I'm sorry I bailed on you friend!! I've been trying to write my speech all day and I've changed my topic about a million times, and so far I'm only on the introduction on this current topic. Ugh. And I suck at Black Ops too. Any kind of first person shooter is my weakness)
(It's okay. Work on your speech. I understand.)
(I'm working on it, but replying to these is keeping my head on straight)
Monroe found herself walking down the hall once she was finished with one of her many daily workouts. After Ace disappeared on her, and since she didn't want any of those nasty rumors to continue circulating, she didn't really have anyone else to spend time with. She'd yet to acquire any friends that were significant enough to hang out with during her free time, so she was determined to otherwise occupy her time. She stopped in front of the weapons room door, glancing in the window quickly before she spotted someone else inside, but she hardly hesitated before she pulled it open and let herself in. She gave the boy, the only other person in the room, a quick glance and a, "Hey," before she headed towards the racks of blades. She didn't want any kind of unacknowledged silence hanging in the air, so she figured she might as well say hi to him before getting to work.
Ace shook his head once more, letting go of her when he felt her tense up. So maybe the hug of was a little too early. "Seriously, Kieera, you don't owe me an apology," he insisted again, crossing his arms over his chest. "But that means a lot to me. That you'll respect the... relationship we had... have." He cleared his throat awkwardly, hoping the term "relationship" wasn't giving her any wrong ideas. "But like I said, trying to rebuild something that may be unsalvageable isn't worth losing you. So I don't want that to get in the way of what we have."
Father. That word echoed like a shout into a canyon as it bounced around in his head. Part of him knew it was real; he had one foot set in this reality that he'd gotten his girlfriend pregnant. That he was the kid that hadn't been safe enough. But the other half of him really couldn't believe it. He had used a condom every time, and he was trying to think back through the handful of times they'd had sex to see if he'd done something wrong or if it had broken.
"I don't want you to try to protect me," he said, his voice hardly above a whisper. "I want to be there to protect you. My family doesn't know the importance of this school; they're not a bunch of spies. They'd just think I wasted a scholarship, not a shot at the CIA. And that's worth it to me, to keep you safe and happy." It was so much emotion, so much pleading in one thing to say. He couldn't believe he was willingly saying all of it, and he wasn't entirely sure he meant everything. Sure, he wanted to keep her happy and safe, but was he really willing to risk a good chunk of his future for a future child?
He answered that rather quickly. He was. If that future child was his, he would do anything for it.
(How has your night been? I mean, besides writing fun ol' essays.)
(Meh. I've been sitting in the same place for like four hours trying to get myself to finish this stupid speech. and I emailed three different kids from my class to get them to send me their essays so I didn't get a 0 for the class participation points thing, and I haven't heard back from any of them, so that's mildly concerning. How's your night? I'm assuming you got off work early)
(well, that sounds like a blast. I hope you hear back from them so you get the points you need. And nope, I got off of work late actually. Tonight I closed front counter and I was suppose to be done by 10:30 but I didn't get off until 11:15. That's what I get for helping drive thru. My manager wouldn't survive without my help.)
(Oooooh I see. I'm sorry about that friend :( I don't go to fast food places super late anymore bc I always think of you and I'm like "what if they've got things to go home and take care of like they're probably super tired and I would be furious if someone came in three seconds before I was supposed to close" so sometimes I feel like a little superhero)
(Aww, I'm sure those people are super thankful towards you. Its some hard work. I'm the same way. I don't like going to fast food restaurants late at night because I know how hard it is.)
(I respect people who work in the food business. It's hell)
(Oh my goodness. Yes it is! Hell on earth.)
(My dad worked in the food industry for a good majority of his life, and I grew up basically without a dad, and when my sister was born he'd switched careers, so she's always upset when he's gone for a weekend and I was used to the open to close to open shifts he'd have to work where I wouldn't see him for weeks because of school and the way his hours were. So on a second-hand level, I totally understand, and definitely respect you.)
