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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 8, 2012 3:22:04 GMT -5
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that as not the kind of woman cassadee beaufort was becoming. she was wild, reckless, impulsive - ready to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to do it. and besides, it wasn't like her mother wasn't already aware of where she was going. dee had made it very clear to her parents that she was attending no important galas tonight, because she wanted to go to the party being thrown at a distant friend's house. it was the friend of a friend of a friend, an invitation that reached her solely because her other friend knew that the party was going to be good and that she needed a good one to get her spirits up.
it had been too much sitting at home and saying 'yes mother' and whatnot for her taste. the weekend had been, overall, mostly boring - just studying, really, flipping through her psychology book and taking notes here and there but not really caring. after a day or so of wandering around the house, discontent with what she was doing with her time, she'd called up her friend and asked for the details of a party to go to. that's when she'd been extended the hand to join them. and by join them, she meant meet them at one point sometime that evening.
so here she was, sweeping her way into the party and greeting people with radiant smiles and brief hugs to girl friends that were more like polite acquaintances. she looked completely at ease, her tall, slender form moving smoothly through the growing crowd of people as evening began to set in. the house that the party was being thrown at was huge, and rapidly filling with people, too.
as crowded as it was getting, she had never had trouble avoiding getting bumped into by people. she was thin, easy to scoot by if someone needed to get somewhere; however, holding her first drink of the evening in her hand and chatting with someone, she felt the impact of someone pushing through and bumping to her back. liquid sloshed out of her cup and onto the tile floor of the kitchen; the friend she'd been talking to made a nosie of distress and scurried off to clean her dress of alcohol drops.
irritated, cassadee checked her own little black dress for any signs of spillage. "christ, watch where you're going. there's more than one way through this kitchen." you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 8, 2012 10:29:08 GMT -5
 Caleb adored parties when he was allowed to smoke indoors. Most of the time, people didn't want their parents finding out that these things happened, and that was fine. Caleb understood. He followed house rules pretty well most of the time, because he wanted parties in this scene to continue. Sure, there were other situations where he hated the person hosting and set them up for failure. He'd smoke inside and destroy property. What were they going to do? Hold him accountable? They couldn't without admitting that they were giving alcohol to minors. Caleb knew how to work people that way. There were also instances where he'd just get shitfaced and he'd vomit everywhere. Destructive people couldn't keep their food down all the time. That was a fact. Enough drugs and liquor would ruin him and everyone else. And he was fine with that. So Caleb decided to perch himself on the kitchen counter and use a beer can as an ash tray. This was heaven: loud music, loose women, a Marlboro red 100 between his lips, and a bottle of tequila in hand. There was no way that this night could go wrong. Nothing could get him down at this point. He was walking on sunshine, and a content smile seemed painted on his face. This was one of the best parties he'd been to recently. It was perfection. Everyone was constantly moving in and out of the kitchen, and that meant that Caleb didn't even have to move to socialize. Everyone around here knew him, and they all would come over periodically to strike up a conversation. Some guys even had the gall to ask Caleb to be their wingman. He had a pretty good track record, so he couldn't blame them, but Caleb was more likely to sleep with someone's girlfriend than to set them up with one. Such was his prerogative. Soon enough, Caleb spotted a familiar face: a girl that he'd actually dated at one point. That was always a weird feeling. He didn't date much, and he didn't know how to act around exes. With flings, Caleb could just stay casual in most cases. He could just strike up a conversation like nothing had happened. He could even try to sleep with them again. He supposed that's what he'd do to Dee right now. It wasn't like he hadn't before. It always seemed to work out for him. And this would at least provide more entertainment right now than sitting around, even if it was a pleasant time. He hopped down from the counter and walked up behind her, putting an arm around her. He certainly wasn't subtle. "Hey Dee. It's been a while," he said with a devilish smile. "I missed you," he lied. This would surely make for an entertaining night.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 8, 2012 15:06:02 GMT -5
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but he was touching her. her body tensed up the instant an arm slung around her, in mid check-out of her dress, his voice drawling like a slick, slow-acting poison. her entire countenance changed from easy, party-loving cassadee to fierce, fighting-stance, wildcat cassadee. her dark eyes flashed to his face as his lie fell easily through his lips.
i missed you, he said with that same smile that he'd gotten her with the first time they'd met. she was determined that it wouldn't happen again. not this time, not at his whim. if anything, it was going to be her decision - and she was going to choose 'no'.
she wanted to say a whole lot of things to him. she wanted to tell him a plethora of nasty words that would make him regret ever coming and dealing with wildcat-cassadee, because - because he deserved it. instead, she came out with an uncomfortably venomous,"like hell you did." she shrugged out of his easily placed arm - she hated that too, how he was so comfortable with draping himself on her like they were even remotely friends anymore - and set her now half-empty cup on the counter. "don't pretend like you couldn't find any other girl in here to harass," she snarked, checking to make sure that her disdain was showing through on her expression. not again, she promised herself. never again.
she was not going to have a replay of their whole relationship again. it seemed, however much she tried to deny it, that caleb had this way with her - maybe it was because he'd been her first boyfriend, or maybe he just knew - and could just get under her skin in the best worst possible way. he knew exactly which of her buttons to push.
after smoothing out her dress, as if she'd been ruffled by his sudden appearance in her life, she crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter. her dark, almond eyes were narrowed, glossed lips pressed into a thin line. she took in a short, sharp breath. "so yeah, good talk. you can move on now." you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 8, 2012 15:35:40 GMT -5
Well this was going less pleasantly than expected. He'd hoped that Cassadee would be at least a little happy to see him. Wishful thinking, he supposed. He took a drag of his cigarette and smiled at the girl as she told him that he was lying about missing her. Maybe she knew him better than he'd thought. That was a shame. Caleb got by on his unpredictability, after all. Oh well. He could bounce back and act like he wasn't phased by that response at all. "Oh of course I did, baby," he said smoothly. He had to wonder how this looked to spectators - here was this girl freaking out at him while he calmly took everything she had to say with a confident grin. He probably looked either like a tool or a martyr, and he was fine with either. It didn't matter to him what other people thought of him, as long as it didn't prevent him from getting laid. And he always found a way to up his game. Caleb didn't consider anything that he did to be harassment, and the fact that Dee did caught him off guard for a second. The smile fell from his face with a second before he let out a soft laugh, dropped his head for a moment, and then looked back up at her with the killer smile that got him into the pants of just about every girl in the party scene. "Maybe I'm just focused on the prettiest girl in the room," he replied easily. Lines like that were instinctive for him at this point. They saved him a lot of time and trouble with girls in the past, and they'd probably only serve to piss Cassadee off more here. Oh well. It wasn't like he'd be able to make her happier, so messing with her emotions would have to be entertainment enough. And it certainly was always a good time. She probably hated him more than anyone else in the world, and she probably had the most reason to. But he refused to admit that to himself. Why would he? He was fantastic. She was the one with the problem. It was almost comical that the girl wanted him to just walk away after that tirade. That wasn't how this worked. He didn't take orders. He was surprised that she didn't know that. He was contrary for the sake of being contrary half the time, and the other half was just spent being contrary for the sake of having a good time. This was probably more of the latter. He'd enjoy getting to mess with her more, and that meant that he wasn't going anywhere. He'd follow her around if he had to, but he hoped that it didn't come down to that. It'd just be a hassle. With the way that he was hitting the tequila, he'd probably be unable to walk in a straight line soon enough. "You know I'm not going anywhere," he replied with a sigh. "I'm just trying to be friendly. You're overreacting a little, don't you think?" he asked, trying his best to sound sincere. It probably would have fooled anyone standing around watching this fight, but he didn't know if he could fool Cassadee. She was the only person who knew him this well and not be in his circle of friends. She was the odd one out. And that's why he had to mess with her so much, because she was the exception in his life. One of the only exes, one of the only people to hate him this much, and one of the only people to know him this well. She was an anomaly, and he couldn't just leave that alone.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 9, 2012 17:00:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]i'm the option caleb's presence was only managing to get her more worked up - which, she supposed, was caleb's intent. dee had already been rather pissed that some idiot had bumped into her and almost gotten drink all over her dress; this was only an added stressor, and she could feel her irritation rising as quickly as the incoming tide. the past was keeping her in a deadly choke-hold; even with him only being there for a few moments, the room felt infinitely smaller, as if she were losing every single escape route the longer she waited.
get out of here, a voice in her head told her, fiercely. she wanted to, but she felt rooted to the spot. plus, what would she do if she did get around him, backed into the corner of the counter as she was? caleb was relentless, and she was certain that if he'd really set his mind on at this point, there was no way he was just going to let her walk out of here. that wasn't the way caleb did things. she would know.
stuck as she felt, it did not lessen the irritation firing up in her veins. "don't you baby me," she snapped at him, bristling all over. the words were all spoken clearly, each vowel rolling and every consonant thrown out as if she was exhausted at the mere prospect of wasting breath on him. cassadee was good at that - making words seem sharper than anything. she needed her bark to be worse than her bite. "you should know by now, caleb, that i'm not anything of yours - least of all your 'baby'."
even the line he dropped managed to elicit an eyeroll from the brunette, her lip curling the slightest bit as the honeyed words slipped from his mouth. did he think that she was going to just fall apart the moment he rolled back into her life? well, he probably did - he probably knew that he was exactly the wrong kind of person for to her to be around, because even with the anger welling up in her, she sort of missed it. sort of.
it wasn't like he'd been a bad boyfriend. he just hadn't intended on keeping her around. and he went about it in a really shitty way.
as much as part of her tried to reason with what had happened, tried to side with caleb, she couldn't quite bring herself to accept it. caleb seemed to be forgetting that she was getting stronger, that she was changing - and that she was going to be angry for a very long time. the fact that he had the gall to suggest to her that she was overreacting only managed to fuel her fire.
a pitying expression came over her face, though it was more condescending than anything. "that's cute," dee sighed. she moved forward, poking him in the chest with a slender finger. she could already smell the tequila on his breath. personally, she'd never been much of a tequila girl. "you're still delusional about the whole situation. here's a suggestion; it gets easier to pretend when you're completely wasted." she crinkled her nose at him, hand retreating back to where she tucked it neatly into her elbow. "you might want to find a designated driver here pretty soon though. smells to me like you're halfway there, caleb." you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 9, 2012 17:53:27 GMT -5
The fact that Caleb could make the girl angry meant that he still had some kind of control over her. This was a positive. Because he didn't know if he could lose her for good. He liked keeping her around deep down, even if he'd never admit it. They used to get along so well, and he didn't know if he could let go to whatever it was that they used to have. But that went with everyone. He was terrified of being alone. That's why he surrounded himself with strangers all the time. He hated being by himself. It was torture. Even if he was the one who broke it off with the girl, he expected them to stay friendly. It shouldn't have been like this. God, he was fucked up. A shrink would have had a field day with him. But he'd never let that happen. He was too proud to look for help anywhere outside the bottom of a bottle. Caleb sighed and shook his head as Cassadee told him that he shouldn't have called her baby. Whatever. He didn't care what she wanted him to do, at all. Leave it to someone that Caleb dated to think that she could tell him what to do. He wasn't going to let that occur though. He'd call her whatever he wanted. Especially when it was something as endearing as baby. "I'm sorry sweetie," he replied. "You're just not someone who's easy to let go of." Another line right out of his playbook. Unfortunately he was wasting his breath. Speaking this way to anyone else at this party would probably have gotten him laid, but the fact that those people were all drunk probably helped a little. Or a lot. His game just wasn't the same on the sober. Cassadee started telling him to drink more and touched his chest, and all Caleb did was smile wider. "Aww, you do care," he said, as if what the girl told him was heartfelt. She was right though, he wasn't close enough to where he should have been: drunk off his ass. He took another long swig of his tequila in an attempt to remedy this. Sure, she was really just trying to be mean, but Caleb was hard to hurt. He was more or less bulletproof. Especially when he had a drink in his hand. You pretty much had to assault him to get him pissed at this point. And that would just lead to getting beaten up by a drunk fire student. "You know, we could just find a room and stay here tonight," he said with a smirk. That one was going to drive her insane, he just knew it. Oh well. He was having too much fun to stop now.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 9, 2012 20:05:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]i'm the option cassadee wished she knew exactly how to break this spell he had over her. she didn't even know what it was about him; she had tried to figure it out, of course, over the span of time since their break up. the thing that had made her proud about it was that caleb didn't date very often - which, to her, made her distinguishable in some way, even to caleb. clearly, that hadn't been enough to keep them together, but she supposed it was enough to make him keep come back like he did. the problem was that he had her wrapped around his finger, and she knew it.
dee blew hot air from between her lips, huffing a little at the second line he dropped for the evening. he was good at that - making it seem effortless. "that's the problem, caleb," she replied, sounding worn already. "you did let go of me. pretty easily, in case you don't recall." she was tired - tired of fighting him all the time like this, even though their meetings remained rather sparse. it took time for her to recuperate from each instance with him, like he was sapping her strength right out of her just by merely existing next to her. then there were the pet names - because he knew she loved it when he called her sweet things - and the recycled pick-up lines that just kept adding up on top of each other until she was struggling to hold up the weight of it all without giving in.
the night had barely begun and he was already aiming for completely sloshed. fantastic. even though she detested him, she felt a trickle of concern - did he have a safe ride home? somewhere to stay, at least? she hated the guy, sure, but she didn't want to see him get killed. shaking her head, she let out a noise of disgust at his suggestion of the two of them finding a room. right. good one, caleb.
"you are insufferable," she growled at him, pushing the tequila bottle away from his face in order to stop him from continuing to drink. "you do have a ride home, don't you?" he probably didn't, dee thought dryly. he was like that. rolling her eyes, she made a shooing motion at him. "we can find you a room for the night. i wouldn't trust anyone here to be a designated driver anyway - including you," she huffed, tugging lightly on his arm as she scooted past him - carefully, ever carefully, because she had to keep the upperhand that distance between them gave her - and tugged again. "it'll be easy. you can sit around and drink and find a girl to make out with and you'll already have a room. that's what you're looking for, right?" you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 9, 2012 20:37:11 GMT -5
Caleb hoped that Cassadee wouldn't throw his line back in his face the way that she did. She was pretty easy to anticipate at this point. Her actions seemed habitual, just like his own. They were people who were stuck by their own personalities. Maybe that's why they used to get along so well. Just like how his friends all had family issues these days. Hunter and Kennedy in particular. Wasn't Kennedy a Beaufort? Was she related to Cassadee? It was shocking how little he knew about his ex. Well, not really. That was who Caleb was. He didn't like getting to know people very much. That meant that they'd want to do the same to him, and that was a can of worms that once opened would never be stopped. They'd 'find out how insecure he really was, and that couldn't happen. If it did, his game would be off. And that would ruin him. Caleb put his hands on Cassadee's waist and moved closer to her. "Well maybe this time I'll hold on a lot a better, baby." He'd be lucky if he didn't get slapped any time soon, but he wasn't completely in control of himself right now. The tequila was responsible for half of his personality at this point. Or that was his excuse anyway. The thing about Caleb was that he could die at any moment. And people just kind of got used to that idea. He was more destructive than anyone else that he knew. Well, almost anyone. There were a few people who were on par with him, and a few that he was amazed weren't dead by now. These were the kids that didn't get invited to parties anymore because when they did, nothing good came of it. The kind of kid Caleb would be if he didn't need this scene to survive. Did he have a ride home? Hunter wasn't here, so the answer was no. And he didn't plan on sleeping here either. He was either going to sleep at some random girl's house, in the park, or in the academy. If he did get to sleep tonight. Sometimes he'd just wander around drunk all night. That was with things like jagerbombs though. Tequila didn't work like that, unfortunately. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this tonight. And he didn't care at all. Next thing Caleb knew, his ex was tugging his arm and trying to put him to bed. He wasn't nearly drunk enough to sleep yet. And there was no way that he was going to end the party this early anyway. She asked him if he wanted to sit around make out with a girl. While that did sound nice, it also didn't begin to fulfill his plans for the evening. He wasn't some bad guy in a PG-13 coming of age movie. He didn't just make out with people and leave. He slept with almost all of them. There were a few exceptions where he'd strike out, but not as many as there should have been. People didn't say no to him very often when they really should have. He was the kind of mistake that some people just had to make. "Only if that girl's you, honey," he replied with a grin, putting his hand on hers instead of moving. He wasn't going anywhere. Why did she care? He hated it when people cared about his well being. He refused to be less destructive. And anyone who tried to make him a better person was just wasting their time and killing his buzz.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 10, 2012 1:02:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]i'm the option jesus, she just wanted to smack his hand away from her hip right at that instant. what was stopping her, after all? she would've claimed it was because she was better than that, that she'd always been taught to turn the other cheek - but hell if turning the other cheek didn't seem weak. she hated that, the vulnerable spot he was putting her in by one single movement, like he was challenging her with just that touch. what're you going to do, cassadee? hit a drunk guy? how very righteous of you.
she didn't smack him away. instead, she clenched her teeth and gave him a dark look, squirming under his touch and reigning in her temper. he's drunk, dee, she reminded herself. already drunk. he probably won't remember this in the morning. and she was fairly certain he wouldn't, if he got as wasted as he was planning to. jesus. it wasn't like she cared for his well being - well, she sort of did, because how could not, after they'd dated for a while? - but more like she just... didn't know what to do with these feelings she had for him that weren't angry. she was supposed to be mad at him, all the time, right? he broke her heart, in the shittiest way possible. wasn't she supposed to hate him?
but she didn't, not completely. and that scared her the most.
cassadee did stop pulling on his arm when one of his hands moved from her waist to her own, sighing in frustration. stupid, she thought - he's so stupid and reckless and he's going to end up getting himself killed. the frightening thing was that he knew that, and he was okay with that, which is why the vicious circle just kept on continuing. he was dealing with his own self-destructive tendencies while cass was trying to keep hers at bay. it just so happened that hers was waving around a bottle of tequila and trying to smooth talk her.
"caleb, don't," she sighed, leaning back against the counter again, reluctant to pull away from him because she missed him didn't want to end up leaving him and hearing a death report in the morning. "you don't mean it, and you're wasted, so just - don't." don't stop doing that thing you do, she thought with another heavy sigh, pushing his hand off of hers. "and stop it with the pet names. they're stupid and i hate them."
she didn't, really, and she was sure he knew that, but he was drunk so maybe he'd let it pass. maybe he wouldn't know that her reserves were already becoming exhausted, that she was waning in her resilience because his slow-acting intoxication was too potent on her determination. you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 10, 2012 21:03:01 GMT -5
If people were still excusing Caleb's behavior due to the fact that he was drunk, they'd be excusing him forever. It was very rare that Caleb was ever sober, and when he was, he made the same dumb decisions that he did when intoxicated. The only difference was that he was a lot more bored when he was sober. Drunk Caleb could always find a way to entertain himself. Sober Caleb just had no idea what to do with himself. He thought too much, and it was his downfall most of the time. Sober thoughts were the worst things that he ever had to deal with. Those racing, unyielding doubts about his actions, and the over-complication of every little detail of his life would have driven Caleb insane by now if he hadn't found the magical substance called liquor. Luckily, he had, and life was swell. Minus the fact that his new hobby seemed to be harassing his ex.
If Hunter were here, this was where he would have intervened. He would have told Caleb that the girl said she didn't want him around, and defended her honor. The white knight that he was. They were like yin and yang some times. It kind of worked out for the best that way. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for the fire boy, Hunter wasn't around, and that meant that the angel on his shoulder was nowhere in sight. He'd keep touching her, and he'd keep calling her pet names, because that's what he wanted to do. Maybe that made him a bad person, but he really didn't care. He was far too drunk to care at this point. He obviously had his limits. He wouldn't take it past touching her. He wouldn't coerce her into anything. That wasn't who he was. But he was still a pretty awful person, and he was going to show that off all night long if Cassadee planned on staying around. "So what if I'm drunk? That never stopped us before," he said with a coy smile. "And it doesn't meant that anything I say isn't serious," he whispered close to her ear.
Caleb shook his head when Cassadee told him that he should stop calling her pet names. He definitely wouldn't. It got under her skin, and that was just where he wanted to stay. She pushed his hand off of her, and he took a step back, trying not to fall over in the process. Backward motion always seemed to be a problem for Caleb when he was tipsy. He stood tall after a second, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "Since when don't you like it when I call you baby?" he asked, looking a little disappointed. In truth, he was. If she meant that, then he didn't know how he'd be able to get to her the way that he'd used to. Not that it'd stop him. It'd remind her that she used to be his, and that was enough. It'd stick with her forever. She was the girl dumb enough to date Caleb Cross. The girl who tried to make the guy who didn't know how to stay still stick around. He was sure she regretted it, and somewhere deep in whatever black abyss Caleb called a heart, it hurt.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 10, 2012 21:41:43 GMT -5
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she was not a stupid girl. dee had never been stupid - reckless, sure, impulsive - definitely. but unintelligent? stupid? never. she had been raised in a good house with private tutors, and she got good grades in school and she was certainly not dumb. so what, precisely, had made her think that caleb would actually be a good boyfriend? that he would stick around? maybe it was the unending confidence she had in herself - most of the time, save for around the current boy preoccupying her thoughts, cassadee was a shining example of self-confidence. there were a lot of things about herself that she liked.
however, there was some common ground between herself and caleb - he may have drank to stop his more sober thoughts, and dee did almost the same thing. well, sort of; she drank all the time because a.) the party scene was where she flourished (right next to the stage) and b.) the alcohol was an easy excuse. she was petty, and impatient, and not only could she excuse herself with alcohol, but it was easier to be okay with a lot of the discord in her life if she was drunk.
cassadee shifted at the breath against her ear. caleb's words left her feeling all sorts of exposed and vulnerable; he knew so much about her, about what she liked and what she'd done with him - he was the only person she'd slept with, and what if he knew that? would he wield it against her like a weapon, too?
"yeah, well, we were different people back then," cassadee muttered, lifting a shoulder and pressing it to her cheek, as if that could allow her to escape from the reality of the situation. "for one, i wasn't aware of what an asshole you were. silly, silly me." there you go, dee. straighten your shoulders, lift your chin a little, dare yourself to meet his gaze and say something cutting after all. she had this under control. she could do this. she wasn't about to let her ex scare her out of a party.
his question caught the brunette off-guard, though, her confidence falling for a minute. was he being serious? was his disappointment sincere? because if it was - if he was - that meant that he hadn't called her bluff. one point to team dee, or something like that. she cleared her throat, trying to ignore that disappointed look on his face and instead shifting. "tequila's shitty for you, caleb," she said instead of replying to his question. "if you're going to get wasted, you'd be better off with whiskey."
cassadee cleared her throat again. she almost felt bad. for a moment, if she forgot everything he'd done, she felt like a bitch. but she had to remember that this was exactly what he did to her - she got sympathetic, he got ten times more manipulative, and it always ended up the same - in someone's bed.
"listen," she began again, "under any other circumstances, we might have - could have - been friends. but that's not the case. so you should just take your 'baby's and tequila bottle and stop doing that thing you do to me." you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 11, 2012 19:32:10 GMT -5
Cassadee wasn't the only one to try to tame Caleb. There had been others who wanted him in their possession, it just so happened that Cassadee was the only one who could actually do it. For a little while, anyway. Then he just couldn't take it anymore. Then he pretty much dumped her and started sleeping around more than ever. That was his life. The unfortunate fact of the matter was that there would always be people like Cassadee around. People who wanted him all to themselves. People that he'd probably end up humoring. At least for a little bit. Then everything would fall apart eventually. As always. There was no chance that anything would ever work out when it came to Caleb's love life. And he really didn't care about it at all. As long as he continued getting laid, it'd be fine. Unfortunately, Caleb didn't have the excuse that he was ever a different person. He was always himself to some kind of extent. He was always a fighter, and he was always a tiny bit destructive. Everything just kind of snowballed in his life. There was never a change in direction. And he'd been plateauing since sophomore year, when he was known as a fixture in the party scene. "I never changed. And I really don't think you did either. 'Cept you did get a little prettier," he stated with his typical confident grin. All of these lines weren't even thought out. It was just Caleb in flirt mood, and in for the kill. The interesting thing would be to see how this played out. Would she finally have outgrown him? Could she actually cut him out of her life? Or would she sleep with him again? He was hoping for the last, obviously. She didn't answer his question, and that meant that she was trying to avoid it. One point for Caleb. She thought tequila wasn't good for him? All liquor did the same thing to him, it just changed the amount of time it'd take for everything to take effect. And tequila wasn't as strong as a lot of the things that he could get his hands on. For instance, he'd known people who could hook him up with everclear in the past. That got him to this point fast, and got him blackout drunk faster. Tequila was nothing. "Variety's the spice of life, love," he replied with a grin. That may as well have been his motto. It was a testament to his decadence. Caleb took another drag of his cigarette and breathed the smoke out of his mouth before continuing to speak to the girl. She took the time to explain that they could have been friends if everything worked out differently. As if he'd want them to be friends. "That thing I do to you?" He leaned in close to her again. "Baby, I haven't even started to do that yet," he whispered seductively. Messing with Dee was always a good time.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 13, 2012 21:22:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]i'm the option this was her problem - and cassadee always realized it too late; she got stuck talking to him every time she told him to leave, she didn't push him away like she should have, and she let him get close and worm his way back into her heart. it always worked out that way - for a night, and then the next morning she hated herself for it. that's when the wallowing came in. she'd kick him out, shower for an hour, lock the door, and crawl back into bed wondering why she always let him back in.
this was why. it was because she didn't have enough good sense to just up and leave when he started to stick around.
caleb was paving himself a dangerous path, and he was dragging her down it, inch by reluctant, delicious inch.
a heavy sigh escaped her slightly parted lips, her gaze averted away from him in the hopes that not looking at his face would get her to safety. safety meant anywhere not here - the next room, somewhere his charms couldn't seep through and into her bones.
"gee, thanks," she drawled, trying to keep her cool at his blatant (and effective) flirt. he knew precisely how to play on her vanity, on her petty appreciation of herself, and she hated and loved him for it all at the same time. dee wanted to tell him that she was wrong. she wanted to inform him, quite snippily, that she had changed - but she couldn't because she would be lying, and the words wouldn't form on her lips.
then, he got close. not incredibly close, where she was literally trapped, but close enough that she felt proverbially trapped. slick, ash-weighed breath leaving her woozy and a little light-headed; just his presence this close to her was enough to weak her, a predator going in slowly and leisurely for the kill.
"there is - no way -" she started, her voice a little weak as she averted her gaze again, fixing her eyes on the tile of the floor. no way what, dee? her mind thought treacherously. no way you're going to enjoy yourself? it's your decision now. if you want to, you can. it's in your control. isn't that enough reason to say yes? and her mind was such a traitor, appealing to her heart in that way, making her want to be with him even when she knew it would always end the same.
but it was her decision. her mind was right - she was in control. he wasn't playing the game here.
"not here," she finally said, her voice coming out far steadier than how she thought it would sound. probably because she was being treacherous again. "i wouldn't want to here." you shouldn't have chosen |
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Post by caleb on Dec 16, 2012 8:29:15 GMT -5
Caleb loved the fact that Cassadee would always try to fight him at first, but eventually she'd be eating out of his hand. As much as she tried to protest, deep down she was still his, and he'd abuse that as often as he could. He had the same effect on her now that he did when they were dating, except now he didn't have to play nice. Not that he was ever as nice as other boys seemed to be to their girlfriends, but he was nicer than usual. He actively tried to be a good boyfriend for a while, then he eventually broke down and ended the relationship because it was interfering with his way of life. What made Dee even more special was that he cared about her enough to break up with her before sleeping with someone else. He'd cheated on all of his other exes. He'd never admit either part of that though. Cassadee wasn't special, and he never cheated. Because why would he? "You're ever so welcome, beautiful," he responded to the girl when she sarcastically thanked him for his flirting. The way Caleb saw it, as long as he kept responding to the girl with compliments, he couldn't lose. It was Cassadee's weakness, and he knew it. She had an ego just like he did, except feeding hers was easier than feeding his. Complimenting Caleb would only get him to agree with you and become disinterested in a situation. He liked challenges. He liked people telling him that he was nothing, and that he'd never get with them. Then he liked proving them wrong. It was just how he worked. He was raised thinking that he was a lowlife, and trying to fix that. His guess was that Dee had the opposite upbringing, but he wasn't really sure. He'd never really gotten into asking about her childhood or anything. Their relationship was founded on reckless antics, drinking, and fucking. God, he was a terrible boyfriend. Then came the words that Caleb had been waiting to hear. She started to tell him no, but it came out as a yes, and that was perfect. It showed just how much power he really had over her. And he loved it. "Then where? Your place?" he asked with a smile. He'd managed to more or less seal the deal now, it was just a matter of getting her somewhere that she wanted to go, and they'd spend the night together just like old times. It was funny how things like this worked out. Everything in Caleb's life seemed to be cyclical. People kept coming back down the spiral of his destruction. He believed himself to be addictive, and it was something that he liked to brag about to people like Hunter. It was as personal as he'd get with his friends, and a lot of them would envy him for his abilities. Or he thought so anyway. He was probably a little biased, having ego problems, but it was true enough. People loved Caleb for his antics, no matter how crazy they were.
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