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Post by shiloh on Nov 19, 2011 22:24:29 GMT -5
Prom. It was the one thing Harley was dreading, and everyone who knew her knew it. If she could, Harley would avoid this whole thing, but no, Charolette wanted her to watch Kansas. Of course, Kansas wanted to go because she had been ask by ‘the cutest boy at the academy’, and Harley had to disagree with her. As far as Harley was concerned there were no cute guys anymore. She had contemplated becoming gay, but realized that she would still find guys attractive no matter what. So, now Harley found herself at the mall with Kansas trying to find a dress to wear tonight. Kansas was busy looking through dresses that Harley wouldn’t allow her to walk out of the store with, and she herself was looking at different dresses. Harley was trying to find the cheapest one since she didn’t even want to go to the stupid prom in the first place. She already knew who was going to be there, and didn’t want to take a chance in running into them. Harley was pretty sure that everyone believed she was staying home to wallow in her pity, and she wished that that was the case. She would much rather stay home curled up by the fireplace thinking about everything that’s happened in the past week. Her mind flitted to the thought of Devin, and the club. Oh boy.
Harley knew that when it had happened it would only be a one night thing. Devin was cute, but she just didn’t want to move on so quickly from Samson, especially if she had a shot with him again. That would be courtesy of Josh, though he hadn’t notified her of anything yet. Harley believed that he would be able to get what she needed to make a fool out of Jolene and her stupid little crush. Harley huffed, but her attention was diverted to Kansas who came up to her with a sparkly pink dress and the biggest smile on her face. Harley sighed, and followed the girl to the dressing room to see how it looked. Harley leaned against the wall, and waited. From inside the dressing room, Kansas’ voice floated over, “[color-lightpink]So, have you found a dress yet?
[/color]” Harley sighed, and replied with a simple no. Honestly, if Harley could, she’d show up in a pair of skinny jeans, and a tee shirt, but no. Charolette insisted that she go in a dress like a normal teenager. Plus, Kansas wanted to take her dress shopping to help get her mind off the fact that she had to ‘baby-sit’ while at prom. Harley didn’t care one way or the other. “ So, you haven’t seen any cute dresses? I think I saw a dress that’d be perfect for you![/color]” “ Kansas, I can find my own dress. You know we don’t have the exact same taste in clothes,[/color]” she spoke the words as her sister came out of the dressing room. Harley let out a whistle, and her sister did a little twirl. The dress looked nice on her, and it wasn’t too short either. Kansas grinned at Harley, and ran back in to take it off. Yay, all they needed was shoes and accessories now. Kansas came back out with dress in hand, handed it to Harley then went out to find shoes and jewelry. Like a good big sister, Harley followed her out, and saw the most beautiful dress. The redhead grinned like an idiot, and went to ask if someone could get it down for her. They did. So, she went to try it on, and it fit perfectly. Harley slipped on her normal clothes, and walked out to find shoes. Kansas wouldn’t stop talking about Harley’s dress, and how perfect it was for Harley. The girls managed to find everything they needed, and headed back towards Charolette’s. The girls spent the rest of the day getting ready for prom, which for Harley wasn’t much. She took a quick shower, blow dried her hair, and gave it a slight curl. It wasn’t much, Harley was mainly there to help Kansas out since Charolette was out of town for the week. Harley painted Kansas’ toes a nice light pink, and Kansas painted hers a nice neon green. Harley helped Kansas with her hair, then putting on the dress so not to mess up her hair. After all day of pampering, Harley was ready to face the crowd of people. She gave herself one final LOOK over. Overall, Harley was pleased with how it turned out. She was unique in her own, and how she had chosen to get ready, and was prepared for a very long night. She herded Kansas into the car, and headed towards the Academy. Harley arrived at the Academy an hour later because she had to go pick up Kansas’ date, Jayson was his name. Harley didn’t realize that she had to take the happy couple to dinner before prom, so that’s what she did. She took them to Northern Lights, which cost a hefty amount of money. About an hour after that, they finally arrived to the Academy. Harley walked the two kids in, and was quickly left when they rushed to the dance floor. Harley on the other hand stayed towards the back, and lingered on the edges. She was trying to avoid as many people as possible, and not be noticed. Especially by Jolene or Samson. * * * * It was quite in the Weinstein House hold, which was rare for it. Usually there were a bundle of people here for her father. Jolene walked down the stairs to see what was up. The blonde was faced with a surprise from her father, which was also rare in itself. Her father rarely did things for her by himself, which made Jolene ask what he was up too. When he walked up to her he began to explain that he wanted Jolene to have the best people doing her hair and make up for prom. Jolene was excited to know this is what her surprise was, but was soon let down by her father when he told her that he had to go out of town. Before he walked out the door he told her that Jameson would drive her to the Academy, and he would be taking pictures of Jolene for him. Jolene waved good bye to her father before being whisked away to get her hair done. Lucky for Jolene, she already had her dress picked out weeks ago, and her father had paid for everything. She supposed that was the good thing about her father. Jolene loved being pampered like this, and fully believed that she deserved every bit of it. In reality, Jolene deserved the biggest beating of her life, but she ignored that. She finally had the guy she wanted, and took pleasure in it. She had taken Samson from Harley, and that was the best damned accomplishment of her life. Dolly would be so proud of her. Jolene sighed, and leaned back as the woman below her massaged her feet, and painted the toes a pretty light purple to go with her dress. Speaking of dress, Jolene glanced over at the beauty hanging up. It was perfect for Jolene; it caught her blonde hair, and skin perfectly. She was positive Samson would love it on her. Jolene’s hair was to be curled, then brushed out so that it looked like simple waves going through her hair. It took three hours for her to get ready, and she couldn’t be anymore happy with the end result. Jameson took a few pictures of Jolene, and before leaving, she cast one last LOOK at herself before leaving. Fifth teen minutes later, Jolene was at the Academy heading up towards where they were hosting prom. She walked in, and was enchanted by the decorations, and how many people had showed up. She glanced around, and waved at few people while she waited for Samson. Maybe he was already here? Jolene shrugged, and went off towards her friends who were close together, and pointing at someone. When Jolene arrived, she asked what was going on, and one of the girls pointed over towards a corner. “ Well I’ll be damned. She actually showed up.[/color]” Battle Song <3 lol[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• Samson !•status• done !•comments• <3 !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center] |
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Post by samson on Nov 20, 2011 1:58:12 GMT -5
Beatrice held up the suit with a bright grin on her face. ”Oh Sammy, you have to wear it,” she crooned, shaking it a bit as if to make it more enticing. The boy stared at her, not even looking at the outfit. He’d seen enough of it. She pouted, knowing every expression in her “son’s” arsenal. ”For me,” she pleaded, pursing her lip. He continued to stare, blinking at her. ”You’ll be one of a kind!” Then he rolled his eyes and dipped his head to scratch at his neck. This woman. He decided that—for once—he should express his opnion through text for her. ”The dance is not in the Victorian era.” And he was tempted to add “It has ruffles,” but he was sure she’d gotten the point. Her face was one of disappoint, and he was aware that she was trying for a guilt trip, which rarely worked with Samson. Not that he didn’t love Beatrice, he just knew too well to be easily swayed by her looks. Just as she could take anything he threw at her.
”Fine, fine,” she said, tossing the suit on his bed, and looking with a scowl at the one he had chosen. ”You disappoint me, Samson Ulysses Fisher,” she said, clicking her tongue. He stared at her again, but she didn’t move. I have to get ready, old hag. Instead, the woman decided to pick up on a topic of discussion that he knew would not go anywhere good. ”I suppose you’re going with that Jolene girl?” she said, and the question was innocent enough. He didn’t nod, because it was rather rhetorical—she knew the two were dating. ”You never told me what happened to Harley.” Since introducing Beatrice to his new girlfriend, he figured out that she didn’t like the girl. It was something about how she thought that Beatrice was cool and shit, he didn’t really pay attention to her long-winded spiels. Even still, he didn’t answer the question and she huffed, ”You never tell me anything anymore, Sammy. We’ve grown so far apart!” She clung to him and he patted her back reassuringly.
Eventually, she made her way out and he put on the suit. It didn’t take long for him, of course, slipping on shoes and trying his best to tame his unruly locks. There was really nothing he could do about that, though, and it was only a matter of time before he headed downstairs and was stunned by a bright flash. Blinking the lights from his eyes, he saw the camera in Beatrice’s hands. ”You look so handsome!” He smiled wryly, and she handed him the box for a corsage that she had picked out—apparently he had no sense of style. At least she’d gotten over the suit thing, it seemed. He, of course, had to walk to the Academy, looking odd in a suit with a corsage in his hand as he walked down the darkening streets. But he didn’t mind too much, since he made it there pretty quickly. Walking in, he greeted people he was familiar with, shaking hands and patting backs and smiling. Of course, these were people in his alliance. There was a war going on, and it wasn’t going to suddenly stop like a battlefield during Christmas. It didn’t take long for him to find Jolene, who he greeted with a kiss. He winked at her when he opened the box and slipped the corsage onto her wrist. He was about to take out his phone when he noticed someone who was hard not to notice. It took a moment to recover and focus on Jolene, but he managed. Harley was here. Alone, it seemed, and he held back all the bitterness he felt and the unfortunate attraction. Dammit, why is she hot? This was not going to be good at all.
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Post by shiloh on Nov 21, 2011 20:53:59 GMT -5
Glancing around, Harley noticed that there were a lot of people broken up into groups, and that worried her. She was unsure of what group of people Jolene and Samson were standing in, not that she really cared. Harley didn’t want them to see her, and she didn’t want to see them. She stood awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor, and kept her eyes on Kansas and Jason. She couldn’t help but think the two were adorable together, and almost envied their innocence in life. They were just two naïve kids that didn’t really have any clue what was going on. Harley sighed, and glanced around, and saw a few people she knew. She gave them small nods, but refused any real conversation. She didn’t want attention drawn to her. Harley leaned up against a table that was set up towards the back, and just watched everyone. It was weird observing people at prom. It was like everyone was different, but the same at the same time. Harley puffed out a breath, and glanced over when Jolene walked in with a stunning purple dress. Harley groaned to herself, and noticed a group of girls pointing at her and laughing. It took everything she had not to say something to them, but Harley didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good night.
Harley did notice that Samson wasn’t with Jolene, much to Harley’s happiness. From across the room, Harley could clearly see the surprise in Jolene’s features. She chuckled, and was happy that she could take the blonde off guard like that. Harley knew that a lot of people hadn’t expected her to show up, but she did. Harley was making a statement that she just didn’t give a flying fuck what these people thought of her, or who Jolene went to prom with. Even if it was her ex-boyfriend, who she just might be in love with. Harley stopped herself when that thought had popped up in her head. Where had that come from? The redhead couldn’t remember if she and Samson had actually said that to one another, but it had been there. Harley hadn’t realized that she thought that way about Samson, and it kind of surprised her. Her musings were cut short when the devil himself walked in. She could feel the pang in her heart when he walked in, and went towards Jolene. Though her insides were in a knot, and she wanted to go over and rip out Jolene’s eyes, Harley managed to keep her expression neutral. Her green eyes looked over Samson, and could feel those old feeling stirring deep inside her.
For a split second she let the sadness show in her eyes, especially when he leaned in to kiss her. It was almost like she could feel Jolene’s smugness over the fact that she had Samson. Harley took a moment to take in Samson’s outfit, and how good he looked. It felt like an eternity since the last time she had really looked at him, and he looked amazing. How she wished she could run her fingers through his curls one more time, but she knew that wouldn’t be for awhile. She folded her arms across her chest, and looked back towards Kansas, and ignored the two. It wasn’t until a certain song came on-Bleed by Hot Chelle Ray-that her thoughts drifted back towards Samson. Instinctively her fingers went to the pendent that he had given her the first day at Beatrice’s shop. Before she could stop herself, she felt her thoughts going to the first time they had kissed at the park. Harley gave a sad smirk at the thought of it. Her green eyes flitted back to Samson and Jolene, who was now hanging all over him, and she felt herself getting angry. This is just what Jolene wanted, a reactions. Well, she was about to get one, and so was Samson.
Without hesitating, Harley walked over towards the couple with a proud, and confident smirk on her face. Harley could see the surprise in Jolene’s face when she had walked over, and stopped in front of them. Jolene herself just smirked, and lounged her arm over Samson. Green eyes flicked over towards Jolene, and she have the blonde a tight smile before reaching up and ripping the pendent off her neck. Harley dangled it out in front of her, and looked at Jolene. “For you Jolene. I figured you would need more protection than me.
[/color]” Jolene stared at the pendent before snatching it out of Harley’s hand with a look of disgust. Jolene stepped forward, and gave Harley the most sadistic smile she had seen in a long while. “ What’s wrong Harley? Upset that Samson doesn’t want you anymore?[/color]” Harley let out a dry, and humorless laugh at Jolene, who in turn just got more pissed off. “ Upset? Sweetheart, let me let you in on a little secret,[/color]” Harley leaned towards Jolene, her lips at the girl’s ear, but her eyes on Samson. “ You may be his girlfriend, but you wanna know who he thinks about when he touches you? Or kisses you?[/color]” Harley’s eyes glittered with rage as she spoke to the girl, but her voice was calm and even. While she spoke to Jolene, the only thing to be heard was the music beating in the background. No one was close enough to hear what was being said, but most people would’ve gotten the idea when Jolene shrieked. Harley gave the girl a nice shove back towards Samson, and felt so much better. Her rage was far from gone, but it felt good to say it already. Harley’s eyes flitted to Samson once more before she turned to walk away. That’s when she heard, “ You stupid, stupid girl. You think you can get away with this?[/color]” Harley could feel some of the heat leaving from around her, and sighed to herself. She spun around to see Jolene’s rage. “ I think I just did, Jolene. Remember exactly who you mess with before you try to steal their boyfriend. You are just an immature little girl that needs a time out,”[/color] she told the blonde simply. Jolene shrieked at her, and Harley just laughed. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• Samson !•status• done !•comments• I pretty much had a dream about this happening last night xD !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center] |
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Post by samson on Nov 22, 2011 19:06:13 GMT -5
Samson was expecting a pleasant night. Sure, he wasn’t a very social person, but this would be his first time going to prom. He wanted to do this, especially since he had a date. He could dance and he could chill with his friends, plus there was food. It got him out of work, too, because he was sure Beatrice would have forced him to go even if he didn’t want to. She really was like a mother—she wanted to see him experience the best things in life. True, Samson knew that she didn’t necessarily like Jolene, but she wasn’t going to stop him. For all that she was “out there”, she could also be an understanding and genuine person. Okay, maybe she’d gotten upset about the suit thing, but she’d get over it. She always did. He guessed he also wanted to have a good time for that woman’s sake, and so that’s what he was going to do.
Though, he had to admit, it was rather hard with Harley around. It took all he had not to steal glances—Only she would wear an outfit like that—and keep himself focused on Jolene. She was his girlfriend now, and Harley was… She was a cheater, and that was it. He’d convinced himself that he’d gotten over it, steeled himself against the residual pain from Jolene’s text. She doesn’t mean anything anymore. And yet—instead of memories with Jolene—he was now sifting through memories of the redhead who he used to think he loved. I wasn’t good enough, he thought coldly in order to push thoughts aside. Everyone had pride, and his had been cut down by the Fire girl—he didn’t respond well to that. He was a Thunder, through and through, and he could never forgive Harley for what she’d done.
As he pushed his thoughts toward a pleasant night, Samson did not expect Harley to come over. His eyes were unreadable as he watched, bracing himself. You hate her. You fucking hate her, and you’re going to prove it. He couldn’t help but blink when Harley pulled the pendant off, handing it over to Jolene. And he almost smirked when she mentioned protection, even though Jolene wouldn’t understand—she hadn’t taken an interest in Beatrice’s shop. His lips were kept in a straight line, however, because he didn’t know what the hell Harley was up to. He was also trying not to think about the pendants under his collar, one of them was Harley’s. You’re a pussy. His once strict inner-voice was now mocking. Just what he needed in such a moment of utter confusion. This was shaping up to be a girlfight, and Samson was tense. Especially since he didn’t know why his ex was pissed. Had she found out it’d been Jolene who sent the text, who had sold her out? He inwardly winced as Harley spoke, meeting her eyes levelly and suspiciously—it was like his soul had flinched with guilt when the redhead made her too-accurate claim. That is not something you told a girl. You don’t think about her, she’s a lying bitch…and god, man, why are you still staring at her? His expression, as usual, revealed nothing.
Samson’s eyes were hard as he watched Harley push Jolene, and he took his girlfriend by the arm, pulling her protectively against him. However, what she said next made him glance at her in even more confusion. What was this, Scooby Doo? What won’t Harley get away with? Okay, by the time harley spoke, he felt like an outsider. The fuck. Jolene didn’t steal him, she told him—he closed his eyes for a moment when Jolene screamed again. Opening them, he took out the cell phone from his blazer’s pocket and texted, ”What the fuck is going on?” The words on the screen expressed his feelings quite well as he flashed it to both girls, raising his eyebrows. Hell, he’d have show it to the entire hall just to get an answer.
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Post by shiloh on Nov 22, 2011 21:25:35 GMT -5
As much as Harley wished it could’ve been a normal night for her, she knew it wasn’t possible. Something had to be done about Jolene one way or another. Harley’s thoughts were constantly-though if asked, she would deny it-on Samson, and how to win him back. Obviously it would take a lot of work because the poor boy didn’t know how to ask a simple question every once in a while. He had just assumed that it was true. It was making Harley into a bitter person. A lot of people, including her family, tried to avoid her. Everything seemed to remind her of Samson, but that was going to end soon. Even if she implanted seeds of doubt in Samson’s head, it was better than watching the agony of them kissing, and being a couple. Some would say that Harley was just being immature, but Harley had firm belief that she was fighting for something important to her. That something just so happen to be a mute boy that she was crazy for. It irritated her that she was so crazy about him, and they weren’t even speaking to each other. Harley knew without even seeing or talking to Samson that he somewhat hated her. Everyone in Fire/Thunder alliance talked about their breakup like it was their business.
To say that Harley tried not look at Samson would be the biggest lie of her life. Every chance she could, she took a peek at him. There were times when she thought she could feel him staring at her, but every time she looked her was looking at Jolene. Stupid, stupid Jolene. Harley began to mutter things a lady shouldn’t say out loud. For a few brief moments-when her sanity was still intact- her thoughts went to Charolette, and what she would say about the whole thing. Harley could imagine Charolette telling her to kick the chicks butt, which made Harley smile to herself. For another moment, her thoughts stayed to her mother. The redhead was curious if her mother would disapprove. Would she chastised Harley for such an attitude? She thought for about ten seconds on it before deciding ‘no’. Harley believed that Amelia would do the same thing if in her shoes. Actually, Harley knew from the story that Charolette had told her, Harley’s mother would have told her to do what she was about to do. Maybe not the same way, but it would’ve happen either way.
Harley enjoyed the brief satisfaction of taking the couple off guard for the .5 seconds it happened. When she had ripped off the pendent, Harley almost felt like she had ripped apart of her with it. It almost felt like she was giving up on Samson, but in truth it was to try and get his attention. To let him know, despite what he believed she would get him back. Harley doubted that was what he was thinking because when it came to masking emotion, Samson was a pro. Though when she had whispered in Jolene’s ear, Samson gave no reaction to her. It disappointed Harley in the slightest, but that was okay. She would get a reaction before the night was over. Harley refused to let him be an emotionless person, and he would show her something. Something to tell her that he still thought about her because at the moment she was just going with what her gut was telling her to say. She supposed it helped with her anger, and just wanting a rise out of Jolene. It amused Harley to the point you could see it on her face. When Harley had pushed Jolene, she watched as Samson put a protective arm around Jolene. Jolene gave Harley a smirk, in which Harley returned with a sneer.
The Fire student watched as Samson brought out his phone to text something which Harley assumed would be for his girlfriend. She was surprised when he flashed to her. Debating on whether or not to tell him, Jolene jumped the gun first. “She’s a psychotic bitch, that’s what! She threatened me, Samson!
[/color]” Harley folded her arms across her chest with the ‘are-you-freaking-serious-right-now look.’ Jolene’s blue eyes got big as she put on a show for Samson, which she truly hoped he didn’t believe. Any person with sense would be able to tell she was lying. Harley let out an obnoxious sigh before speaking to Samson, “ I did not threaten her. I don’t need too. Your girlfriend is lying to you Samson.[/color]” Her green eyes softened as she said his name, and she stepped closer. That in turn made Jolene try to strike at her, which she managed to scratched the side of Harley’s cheek. Instead of reacting towards Jolene-which she intended to do when she was done talking to Samson-Harley focused on the boy in front of her. “ Samson, why would I cheat on the best thing that had happened to me? You knew me before we even started to date. I thought you were smarter than that,[/color]” Harley’s voice was soft when she spoke to him. Harley stepped back from him, and turned her attention to a blonde that had just marked her face. Harley drew her hand towards her cheek, and wiped away the blood that Jolene had drew. Green emeralds flashed her anger, and she stepped forwarded towards Jolene. Obviously Harley couldn’t use Fire against Fire, it would be pointless. So, it was gonna have to be old fashion fighting, which was okay with Harley. The redhead raised her hand, and backhanded Jolene. The blonde stumbled backwards into her friends, who in turn gave Harley icy glares. Harley flashed them a smile, and barely had time to duck before Jolene swung at her. There was murder in Jolene’s eyes, but Harley had a rage that beat hers by twenty. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• Samson !•status• done !•comments• GIRLFIGHT! !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center] |
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Post by samson on Nov 23, 2011 16:51:14 GMT -5
When Jolene spoke, Samson cast her an exasperated glance, easily saying without words, “I saw what just happened.” He knew he didn’t love Jolene, and he almost felt bad for leading the girl along. Then again, he didn’t really know her true feelings toward him. Didn’t she realize that she’d caught him on the rebound when he was trying to get over Harley? Samson wasn’t a dick, and he wasn’t someone that would lie to a girl—did Jolene ever notice the fact that the words she saw on the screen of his cellphone were never ‘I love you.’ That his affection din’t speak of some kind of deep love. Oh, he liked the girl. She was interesting and funny and he had always been chill wit her. But he wasn’t necessarily expecting it to last. He was starting to believe that he was the problem, not his exes—they were the ones who kept breaking up with him, after all. And he realized how much of a jerk he could be. Because somewhere, he still loved Harley. He hated his feelings, but he couldn’t stop them. It wasn’t like he consciously created this things, but he knew he let Harley into him and she’d made a home there. He had yet to evict her, and he knew that he never could. Would he have to live with this for the rest of his life? He didn’t know anymore.
His attention was brought to Harley as she spoke up, his lips set in a frown. Lying to me? The Thunder boy still hadn’t a clue what this was about, and so he merely lifted a questioning eyebrow at Harley. Said girl stepped up, and he was a bit too slow to stop Jolene from lashing out. He still managed to get a firm grip on her wrist and pushed her arm back down. He wasn’t about to have a fight right now, not in the middle of prom. People were noticing by now, glances were being cast in their direction. Music and food could only hold prom-goers’ attention for so long. As soon as they smelled drama, they were like vultures on a corpse. He didn’t want drama. All he wanted was to be that quiet, weird kid people didn’t notice who sat in the back of the class. And here were two girls—his girlfriend and his ex—looking like they were about ready to rip out each other’s throats. How the hell did he get into this one? You didn’t. This is Harley’s fault. Dammit, though, why couldn’t he blame her for everything? Why couldn’t he adamantly hate her like he knew he should. Well, part of it was the fact that he was so confused at this point.
The tone with which Harley spoke made his thoughts balk. He stared at her for a long moment, searching her face as he tried to figure this out. Was he really just jaded? Have all those relationships ruined something that seemed like it had a chance at lasting? But…Jolene… Phone still in hand, he looked down and went through his text messagining history, looking for Jolene’s name. It was a while ago, but he hadn’t gotten around to clearing it out. Finding the damning text his now-girlfriend had sent that day, he handed the phone over to Harley. His eyes didn’t stay on hers for long after, because his green gaze was now on Jolene, expectant. Why would Harley cheat on me? Honestly, he didn’t know. Not that he was an especially self-absorbed, prideful person, but he tried his best. However, he was used to just not being good enough. Before he could question anymore, it was now a fight, with Harley pimpslapping the other girl. Well fuck. Samson couldn’t exactly yell at them and tell them to stop, and he also didn’t want to get involved. People were definitely interested in this by now, and Samson felt like he’d just been dropkicked into The Twilight Zone, sent adrift.
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Post by shiloh on Nov 25, 2011 20:46:30 GMT -5
Harley saw the look Samson gave Jolene, and smirked. That girl thought she could actually get away with that pathetic excuse? Jolene looked over to Samson, and pulled a frown. “Samson, do you actually believe her? She cheated on you, remember?
[/color]” Harley felt a growl rumble from her chest as the girl spoke to Samson of her so called cheating. Harley never cheated, it didn’t matter who she was with. She especially didn’t cheat on Samson. That boy had been the best thing that had happened to her in a long while. He had been there for her when the first war had struck, and had stuck with her despite the fact that she had betrayed their alliance. Harley really did care for Samson, and she didn’t care what people told him. Some how, Samson had to know that she still cared for him. She definatly wouldn’t be doing what she was doing now if she didn’t. Harley believed that he would eventually see the light, and realize that Jolene had been lying the whole time, but she doubted it would got that way. It never went the way she wanted it to. Harley just wanted the nightmare to be over with, but she knew that as long as Jolene was around it wouldn’t be disappearing any time soon. Harley had raised a brow when Samson grabbed Jolene’s arm, and forced it back down. Her green eyes flicked down, then back up to his face. Harley could practically see the questions floating in his eyes, but it was just so hard to explain to someone who hadn’t given her a chance to explain in the first place. Harley knew he wanted answers, but she didn’t exactly have them at the moment. She hadn’t waited for Josh to tell her everything, and instead-just like her old self- rushed in, and let her anger take hold of her. Granted, Harley had a pretty good idea that she was on the right path when it came to Jolene. It was the only thing that made sense. Jolene and Harley both knew that people were looking at them, and getting interested in what the two Fire girls were fighting about. The people who were around them were mainly Fire and Thunder students, hence who she had come to confront like an idiot, and without backup. Stupid, stupid girl! Now, you get your sensibility back?! Of course, she could be great when she needed it, but she had a feeling that if anymore Fire or Thunder students got attracted to this scene, she would be royally screwed. The Fire student could feel Samson searching her face, and a blush quickly crept to her cheeks. Harley’s green eyes met his for a split second, and she could feel that spark that once brought them together, and it almost hurt to know she didn’t have that anymore. While Samson went through his phone, Harley could see Jolene speaking to her friends, said friends were giving Harley a death glare. A glare which Harley happily returned to them. Shock coursed through Harley for a moment when Samson handed her his phone to read the text that Jolene had sent him the day he broke up with her. Rage coursed through Harley veins, and handed Samson his phone back before the heat reached her palms. Harley didn’t want to destroy his phone because of her anger. A flick of a flame licked Harley’s palms after she had slapped Jolene; she couldn’t contain her anger anymore. Before she could act, Harley felt at least three pairs of hands on her, all clamping down to make sure she didn’t struggle when the other one-that being Jolene-came up to slap, and punch her. Not realizing this until it was happening, Harley had no way of defending herself. Except, well her sarcastic comments every time Jolene hit her. Jolene actually managed to hit her square in the mouth, to the point Harley could feel the copper taste. While Jolene gave her a few more slaps, Harley could tell that the girls holding her were Thunder because they felt the need to shock her every time Harley struggled against them. Damn, they were stronger then they looked. “ Oh, I see Jolene. You have to rely on your goons to help you out because your too weak to actually fight me by yourself,[/color]” Harley spit out some of the blood that was in her mouth out at Jolene. The redhead could clearly see a crowd of people around her, but no one she knew. They all seemed to be cheering Jolene on, but they had no idea why she was really doing this. They thought it was because Harley was a traitor, but the fact was that Jolene had taken someone from Harley, and she was being found out. By the time Jolene had her fifth or sixth hit in, Harley was on her knees because the heels and her legs couldn’t keep her up any longer. “ You’re only making this hard on yourself, Harley. Just tell Samson the truth: You cheated on him.[/color]” Harley let out a cackle, but said nothing. Another girl replaced Jolene, and let it be known this girl was big. Her fist hitting Harley’s stomach was way worse than Jolene. Harley grunted with pain, and felt like throwing up. Oh God, it was not a good idea to come to prom. “ Jolene, it would seem like you have something to hide,[/color]” Harley coughed a little, but at least no blood came up this time. Harley was pissed off more than one reason; One, no one was helping her at this point. Two, her dress was going to get ruined, and she really liked it. Three, well, she was just really pissed. The girls that were holding her let her drop to the floor, and she could hear them all laughing at her. Harley slide over to the wall, and got herself up and sort of stumbled for a moment, but regained her balance. Harley could feel her eye closing up ‘cause that fat Thunder chick hit her hard in eye. The dull hum of a headache were arising, but she had to get some hits in. With Jolene feet away from her, Harley reached out, and turned her around by her shoulder and cracked her right in the nose. Harley had never heard someone scream like she did before that night. But Harley didn’t stop there, she threw in two more punches before she quit. With the final punch, Harley turned and walked away from Jolene. There was a glimmer on the floor a few feet away from her, and knowing what it was, Harley went to pick it up. She put the pendent in her jacket pocket, and went to a far corner and slide down the wall to sit. She leaned her head against the wall, and closed her eyes. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• Samson !•status• done !•comments• GIRLFIGHT! !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center] |
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Post by samson on Nov 26, 2011 2:37:24 GMT -5
Samson was in a dillema, that was for sure. Was it really only his feelings for Harley that were always present creating this doubt in Jolene? Did he actually believe her? I don’t know anymore. His common sense was on Harley’s side. He had never known her to lie before, ever, and yet he was quick to believe in something that definitely did not seem like Harley behavior. Was his self-esteem and faith in his own relationships really so low that he’d believe anything a friend would tell him? Instead of his history teaching him lessons, they were helping in his paranoia. He should have trusted his girlfriend, gone to her, and now he was coming to terms with how much he regretted how he ended things. Or rather, didn’t. He simply left it up in the air, and now here they were at prom, in the midst of sweaty, formal teenagers. Who would have thought I’m the one with girl drama, he thought ironically. He didn’t think of himself as a ‘catch’. He didn’t have the typical handsome look going on that most heartthrobs did. That didn’t mean no girls had an interest in him, but it also didn’t mean he was someone girls fantasized about.
Running a hand through his hair, the other hand in his pocket, Samson watched Jolene speak to her buddies and then directed his gaze back to Harley. This wasn’t going to end well, and he knew there was really nothing he could do to stop it. He blinked when the redhead pushed his phone back into his hand, and in only a matter of seconds there were people holding onto Harley. Instantly, he had the urge to attack to get them away from her, but then one of Jolene’s friends turned to him with a sneer. ”What you’re not gonna join in, Sam?” He narrowed his eyes, and was deliberating what to do as Jolene spoke and attacked his ex-girlfriend. And even though she was his ex, it didn’t sit well with him to see her fucking lynched. He was about to intervene when he noticed that the Thunder had let her go—dammit, did she look a hot mess—but then Harley threw a punch at Jolene. Should he stand by and let them take care of it? As long as it wasn’t unfair. Having a group of people hold Harley down while they beat on her was certainly not fair, but if she could take care of herself now, it wasn’t his place to stop her. He felt a strange sort of powerlessness watching this all go down.
What to fucking do? He watched these two girls duke it out, and now Harley was walking away, bleeding, while his girlfriend had taken some damage too. This shit should stay in video games, he thought as he dragged a hand down his face, glancing at Jolene. She didn’t have the worse of it, though she was still pretty bad, and he didn’t spare a word for her. Samson wasn’t sure what he felt right now, what he was going to do, but he did know that he needed make sure Harley was all right. You shouldn’t care anymore. He forced his mind to shut up and stop reminding him about everything he’d thought was true, and headed over to where Harley was slumped against the wall. Still his thoughts had to ask him what he was doing, that he should be with his girlfriend, calling Harley a bitch. That was unfair, he thought of how everyone had ganged up on Harley. That just gave him more determination. Not only that, but his feelings that he knew were there. Nothing could ever erase how he felt. He bent down to tap her on the shoulder since her eyes were closed, and then beckoned with his finger. “Medical wing,” he mouthed, since it seemed pointless to text that out. His expression was grave, and as unreadable as it had been before.
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