Ｍａｒｉｌｙｎ & Tємρєяαηcє ➁ [Tʜᴇ Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ Dɪᴀʀɪᴇs]

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((lol yes....it definitely is going to rachet up the drama...never go after a vampire's man...even if they are exes! XD Aw, thank you!!! You're a fantastic writer; I always love reading your posts!!!!! :D Awesome; can't wait!!!!! C:))

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((sorry for the wait! And, just to help you visualize her, here’s Tiffany! ^~^ (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]))

After Derek had reluctantly given the others his number, he had shouldered his pack and disappeared. His friends had sensed trouble when he showed up to their next class, but he didn’t say much; when he was stressed, or pissed about something, he would shut down. Besides, they weren’t girls, sharing every little thing with each other. After his last class, and a lot of prodding, his best friend Wayne finally got him to open up about his situation with his ex. Wayne had chuckled at him, but his expression had sobered. He had been there when they had broken up, seen how it had torn Derek up. He had been worried, but Derek had waved him off; he wasn’t going to get back together with Nevaeh. Whatever spark they had was long gone, and after everything they had been through, he didn’t trust her as much as he once did. For him, the next few days passed quickly…too quickly. He spent most of his days working at Silvio’s pizza kiosk in the food court and studying for his statistics midterm. To his relief, his dad finally got his truck fixed up, so his was officially off ‘chauffeuring Tawny’ duty. Finally, to his annoyance, Friday rolled around. Like he had promised the others, he left his last class at 1 and headed towards the library on campus. Derek walked through the carved oak doors, stomping his boots on the rug to clear them of snow. He scanned his surroundings for a few minute before they finally landed on the sign for nonfiction on the second floor. He quickly ascended the staircase, ducking around the stacks to the tables secreted in the back. He saw a head of blond hair and, after a tense minute, realized it was only Delaney. He continued on until he realized that she wasn’t alone. By then, it was too late, so he dumped his bag on the table, muttering a quick “Hey,” to Delaney and her friend, who eyed him like a piece of meat.

Delaney yawned as she shuffled into the library, clad in a pair of grey PINK sweatpants, Ugg boots, a tank top and an Aztec print cardigan; of course, she had thrown a winter coat over her ensemble. She also wore a scowl, but it didn’t look very threatening; she was accompanied by her friend Tiffany, who was smirking with excitement. She groaned as she climbed up the stairs to the second floor, picking an empty table to sit at. She shucked off the coat, hanging it off the back of her chair before dropping into it. Delaney should have never said anything about what group she was working with, but one of their mutual friends had seen the ‘hotties’ that she was working with, and spilled to Tiffany, who had laid in wait, pouncing on her the minute she walked through their door. After sitting on her, though they were of similar height, and tickling her until she shrieked, Delaney had grudgingly told her about the project. Tiffany, who had a thing for Derek and with the prospect of another hot guy within reach, she had offered to accompany her to the library. Delaney had tried to put her off, but Tiff wouldn’t hear it. She had kept quiet the project for a few days, hoping that she would forget about it. Then, when she had tried to sneak out, Friday was the day she didn’t have any classes, and usually slept in late, but Tiffany had been sitting in the lobby, bouncing up at her approach. Delaney started guiltily when something hit the table, grinning sheepishly at a confused, and a little uneasy, Derek. “Hey, this is my friend, Tiffany,” she said, waving a hand towards Tiff, who smiled eagerly and leaned forward slightly, showing off a hint of cleavage. “Hey the…” “Who’s leaving.” Delaney said sweetly, raising her eyebrow subtly.

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For Nevaeh, the days went by slowly as they always did when she had long, drawn out classes at MSU. So for her, today was just another day that would take what seemed like an eternity to finish, but of course, after a while all the days seemed to run together, especially because she was unable to sleep. So the days were just completely never ending, and today seemed especially long. She walked into the library wearing a gorgeous, tight fitting blood red dress with a black lace cardigan over it that showed off her back tattoo nicely. Eventually she found the table where Delaney and Derek sat, and it seemed Delaney had brought along a friend, who was flirting with Derek. She caught Delaney saying that her friend-Tiffany-was leaving as she stopped at the front of the table, her florescent turquoise blue eyes smoldering-yes, it was very clear that they were smoldering this time-as she eyed Tiffany. "Good," she said, rather darkly after Delaney finished speaking. "Can't have someone eavesdropping on our project, now can we? They might steal our idea," though her voice was calm and smooth as always, her eyes gave away all of her aggressiveness to the girl.

Ethan eventually found his way into the library in his favorite pair of jeans and a light sweatshirt along with a pair of Nike sneakers. He paused for a moment before stepping into the book-filled room, glancing around he walked around quickly before he found the table where his group plus one other girl sat, Ethan dropped his backpack on the ground and pulled out his chair, a shiver rolling up his spine when he looked at Nevaeh, who's eyes were like florescent blue flames, she was speaking to the girl who sat next to Delaney, or more like speaking about her. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, the tension crackling through the air, mainly coming from Nevaeh who's hands were clenched into fists at her side, the tendons clearly visible beneath her porcelain skin. Blinking rapidly he leaned back in his chair to nod at Delaney in a greeting, raising his eyebrows and glancing between Nevaeh and her friend, sort of using body language to ask what was going on.

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((lol love jealous Nevaeh!!! XD After I finish my other replies, I'll write this one!))

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((I know me tooXD Take your time, there's no rush:D))

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Derek could feel his expression turn, embarrassment and more than a little disgust flashing across his face; he had never liked Tiffany. Unlike her friends, she was obnoxious and a little…well, a little too forward. He nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he scanned their surroundings, already planning his escape. That’s when he saw Nevaeh and for a minute, he could feel his heart slow before painfully slamming into his ribs; she looked great. Well, she always looked beautiful …he ran a hand through his hair, trying not to look too flustered when she joined them. He had been about to ask Tiffany to leave when Nevaeh beat him to the punch. His eyes widened in disbelief as his lips quirked up. Was she…defending his honor? He thought that she would have hated him, especially the way things had gone, and throw him to the wolves, Tiffany in this case. She pouted, her expression coy, though her eyes narrowed dangerously. She stood, even though she was an inch shorter than his ex and crossed her arms, emphasizing her low cut sweater. “Listen, sweetie, I’m not in your class. Even if I was, I wouldn’t steal your lame idea. No offense, Del.” She said, glancing at Delaney, whose expression wavered from anxious to murderous. He looked up in relief when Ethan finally joined them, choosing a seat next to Delaney. “You don’t want to know.” Derek mouthed at him, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

Delaney wished the floor would open and swallow her up; she should have never let Tiffany tag along with her. Nevaeh was pissed, her hands already balled into fists, and Derek looked like he wanted to get the hell out of there. “Tiff, I think you sh…” But her voice trailed off when Ethan, the last of their group, finally showed up. “Hey.” She said, giving him a slightly strained smile. Tiffany broke off eye contact with Nevaeh as Ethan leaned back in his seat, her eyes hungry. “Hi there.” She purred, leaning over Delaney brush his arm. “I’m Tiffany….wow.” she said, her eyes widening with delight as she burshed over his bicep. “You’re built…and tall. Two of my favorite things.” She smirked as she leaned away, nudging Delaney with her hip. At that moment, something in Delaney snapped; she hadn’t reacted like this when Tiffany had gone after Derek. But the moment, she really wanted to strangle her best friend. “Del, you were soo right. He’s gor…” “That’s enough, Tiffany.” She snapped, throwing her friend an irritated glare. “Look, we’re all here, and we really need to figure out what we’re doing.” When her friend still hadn’t taken the hint, Delaney folded her arms, her expression icy. “You need to leave, Tiff.” After staring at Delaney in stunned silence, her glossy lips open in shock; Tiffany yanked her coat off the table and stormed away, muttering, “Why are you being such a bi…” But then she disappeared into the stacks, her words swallowed up. Delaney turned back to the group, her cheeks still crimson with frustration, and a little embarrassment. “Sorry about that.” She said, clearing her throat as she grabbed a notebook and pen from her bag. She grinned, perky cheerleading smile in place as she asked, “So what do you guys want to do?”

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((So, I was thinking since there is seriously going to be some problems between Nevaeh and Tiffany what if Nevaeh tried to go after Tiffany when her thirst is kind of out of control and ended up biting and drinking off of one of Delaney's other friends so that whenever Delaney talks about what happens Nevaeh can be all nervous and fidget a lot because she was the one who did it. What do you think?))
Nevaeh lifted an eyebrow at Tiffany, being cut off when Ethan finally took his seat at the table, sitting next to Delaney. Her friend, Tiffany, reaching over Delaney to brush a hand over Ethan's bicep. Nevaeh didn't mind at all that the obnoxious girl did so, but if she had done that to Derek, Nevaeh just might've snapped. And it was very important that she didn't, it would be far too easy to give herself away if she lost her temper. Derek had only seen her loose her temper once, and even then it wasn't as terrible as it would've been if she had lost her temper with Tiffany. Taking a seat, Nevaeh took out one of her many blank notebooks she had spread out around her house that were mostly half filled with writing or notes that had to do with school. She quickly scribbled the date into the right corner of the blank sheet of paper and tapped the end of the black inked pen on the paper as she waited for Tiffany to leave, feeling much more at ease when she did.

Ethan raised an eyebrow when Derek answered him, leaning back in his chair and looking over when he felt a thin hand brush across his arm and over his bicep. He pulled away, scooting the chair over with his foot so that he was out of reach, "personal space, jeez," he muttered under his breath so that only him and Delaney could hear. Trying his best to ignore the girl, Ethan turned and reached into his backpack to pull out a half-filled spiral notebook and taking the longest time possible to find a blank page and uncap his pen until Tiffany left and he blew out a sigh, his eyes widening a bit. "That's...some friend you got there, Delaney," he looked over at the blonde he sat next too, shaking his head a little bit before a smile fell across his face and he looked back down at the blank page of his notebook.

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((I think....I LOVE IT!!!!! Omg, they would be the perfect enemies....and Tiffany returns! XD And the attack on the other student is perfect; it gives Ethan a chance to comfort Delaney, ;), and Derek can start to get a little suspicious of his ex! I'll post in a minute, but first I had a question; I forgot if we were moving our rps to the group or if we were keeping them here? C:))

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((Sorry for the late reply, I'm thinking for now we're going to keep these ones here))

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((You're fine! :D Ok, sounds cool! C: ))

Derek had to hold back from physically wincing as Tiffany turned her attentions to Ethan. It had been bad enough when it had just been him and the girls, but after Ethan’s arrival, things had only gotten worse. Nevaeh, with fire spitting from her eyes, had to be the scariest part; she was homicidal angry, and that was a rare sight. He could barely count on one hand that that had happened, and one of those times had been in the fight that ended their relationship. It would have been a lie to say that he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief when Tiffany finally stormed away; he could barely stand to be in the same room as her when he did party with his friends, and that was in a room of at least 30 people. An awkward silence descended on the group as Nevaeh finally sat down, gripping her pen tightly. Then Ethan said something to Delaney, coaxing a smile to her face. He cleared his throat, nodding when Delaney said that there was a lot to choose from. Finally, he decided to say something. “I’m not good at writing essays,” he confessed, frowning as he turned the paper towards him, glancing over the potential items. “So is it ok if we don’t do the ‘articles and first hand accounts to a battle’?” He asked, hoping that they would be able to reach some sort of compromise soon; he had to leave for work in an hour.

The fingers on Delaney’s left hand flexed around her pen as she fought the urge to childishly cover her face. Her face felt like it was on fire, every inch of skin burning with the embarrassment that Tiffany’s interaction had brought. She had known that her friend was a lot to handle, but this had been the first time she had ever been embarrassed by Tiffany. She laughed half heartedly at Ethan’s teasing, one side of her lips tugging into a reluctant smile. “Yeah, well that’s Tiffany in a nutshell” she said, she said, embarrassment still coloring her voice as she fussed with her hoodie, tugging it over her black straight legged yoga pants. She never fought with Tiff; the fact that she had gotten frustrated with her, not only about her behavior, but that she was flirting with a guy Delaney barley knew, was more than a little weird. She took a few deep breaths, a trick from when she was younger, reaching up a hand to center her cross. When Delaney finally looked up again, he cheeks had cooled and her expression was more cheerful. “So what are we going to do?” She asked, pulling out the syllabus and scanning the contents. “There’s a lot to pick from…” Delaney said, tucking a wayward blonde strand behind her ear.