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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 27, 2011 13:56:17 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Why couldn’t Lace be normal? Why did she have to act on impulse? Everyone hated her. She didn’t want it that way. She disliked everyone, but she didn’t want them to dislike her.
No one here understood how hard it was to be Lace. No one knew what kind of trauma or stress she might be going through. No one knew that she went home to an empty house, with nothing but herself to keep her company. No one knew that her own mother despised her, and that her father rarely had time to spend with her. Sure, she had money and money was supposed to make people happy, but that wasn’t the case. There was a time when Lace had been happy. And that time was back in France. Back in France, she had hoards of friends. Friends that she would go to a café with every morning and every evening. They would sit around laughing and chatting, speaking in French, especially. There was a time when Lace wasn’t the one picked on for her accent. She would sit at the café and mock American tourists, and laugh about it to her friends. Her friends had made up for her lack of parents. But now that she had neither, Lace sat there in her barren home, usually in the dark, with nothing but her laptop on and herself curled up in a silky blanket.
There were walls that Lace put up. That she put up because of the students at West Clair Valley High. She had to keep up a tough exterior so that she wouldn’t be exposed for the fleshy, mortal, sensitive being that she was. Lace, in actuality, wore her heart on her sleeve. There wasn’t a single person that knew that, though. Because Lace knew that sensitivity was a weakness, and, like in the wilderness, the frail animals were the first to be devoured.
Every day she stared at the same clock and waited for the bell to ring. Every day she glared at the same people and kept the same walls. Every single day , she rushed to the same car to go back to the same house just to start over the same day.
It was five minutes before the bell for school to end was supposed to ring. They were always the longest. Lace always anticipated them the most, because it meant getting away from the Hell hole that was high school. She usually fidgeted in her seat and was packing up her things. Her eyes stayed locked on the clock, watching the second hands tick by painfully slow. It was agonizing how her anticipation seemed to make time move by slower.
Finally, the bell rang, and, luckily for Lace, she was sitting right near the door. She was the first to bolt out of the classroom. Her gait was brisk and quick. She was forced to shove people out of the way, because they liked to stand in the middle of the halls. She didn’t care if she hurt their feelings or got swore at; they needed to learn the rules of the hall and learn not to stand around in them.
As she dodged cars in the parking lot, she eventually found her own. Lace hurriedly unlocked the doors, and, as she began to sit down in the driver’s seat, she noticed something glint in her backseat. She reached back and examined the thing like it was a foreign object. It was, actually, an iPod. Seth’s iPod. It must had fallen from her back pocket when they had both been sitting back there previously.
Something told her to smash it. To just throw it on the ground with all of her might and crush it underfoot. But she didn’t. Instead, she unlocked it (once she figured out how to do so) and skimmed through his music, looking at all the bands he listened to. The music someone listened to could tell you a lot about their personality. Lace knew Seth, though. Or at least she thought she did. Before a few days prior, she had thought perhaps he could be a bit caring. Just a bit. After their backseat incident, Lace saw that he was nothing but a snake. With dripping poison fangs and a sinister hiss. He deserved for his stuff to be destroyed. However, Lace’s heart told her to return his iPod to him, as much as her mind protested. Her heart was a naïve organ, but it was usually the only thing telling her the right choice to make (as her conscience usually sided with her brain).
She began to realize that she had been sitting here for awhile trying to figure out what to do with his little piece of technology. She also realized that he probably wasn’t at school anymore. Lace had never expected to really want to know where he lived. But if she kept his iPod another day, it would likely be in tatters, set on fire, and possibly buried in the deepest hole she could dig. Which gave her a sort of urgency to return it to him.
Fortunately, Lace noticed a friend of Seth’s that she usually saw him with. She didn’t want to talk to him, certainly not, but how else was she going to figure out where he lived? She got out of her car, though, and with the sweetest disposition, walked over to him. She politely asked him where Seth resided, as she wanted to return his iPod. His friend seemed as dumbfounded as Lace was when she managed to muster the ginger façade. But she got the information that she wanted. As she started off toward her car, she gave him a flirty sort of look and a warm smile. Who said she couldn’t get her way?
Lace had never drove through Lower West Clair Valley. And honestly, she could see why. It was a Hell hole if she had ever seen one. It was like driving through a post-apocalyptic city. She didn’t stare at anything too hard, afraid that she would catch something deadly. Her eyes stared purely and intently on the address that Seth’s friend had given her. Eventually she came to the place that his directions had told her to.
Hesitantly, she stepped out of her car. Her walk to his house was a solemn one, as she felt as if she were walking on death row. Her hand reached up and quietly rapped on his front door. She took a step back, afraid of whatever might pop out behind the door if she stood too close. Her eyes also wandered his yard, searching for a rabid animal, or a rabid person, for that matter. Suddenly, returning his iPod wasn’t exactly worth the condescending stare and the “you’re stupid” speech he would probably give her. This place was foreign to her. And the last thing she wanted to be doing was standing here, looking like a victim.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 27, 2011 18:20:49 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? It had been a no brainer when his sister had asked him whether or not he would be going to school that day. He felt like there hadn’t even been any need for her to ask him that since the night before had been an eventful one for the entire Parker family. But most nights were eventful for them and, as strange as it may have sounded without any detail attached, they really would have much rather had nights that left them bored out of their minds. It wasn’t anything new for their father to be an oversensitive prick and nor was it out of the ordinary for the oldest of the Parker children to get moody right back. At this point in his life, Seth was a horrible peace keeper and regrettably always left that task on his sister. He was already bitter with all too many memories of his brother and dad, making him constantly impatient with the pair of them. Last night had just been another night, really. But it was those nights that often promised Seth would not be attending class to spare himself the questions, the laughs, or the rumors. It was amazing how poorly your peers could treat you because of what your family had done before. Though, Seth supposed, he was only holding up the family legacy of being a complete bastard at school.
Seth spent much of his day in his room, listening to the creaks and moans of their old home. Nobody else was home. His bother and dad were off to work and his sister… he had no idea where she had gone and really had no interest in begging to know this morning. All she had said was that she was going out and to keep an eye out for her if she got home late. This left him to do whatever he pleased, but even so he was very wary while walking around the house. It always felt like someone was there even when it was empty. When he and his siblings had been kids they had been convinced that the place was haunted.
He crept back and forth between the main floor and the second story of the house for several hours in between laying in his bed, unsuccessfully finding something to eat, and staring himself down in the bathroom mirror. Eventually he settled for his bedroom, sitting on the floor at the edge of his bed and staring at the window across the room. He figured that he wasn’t missing much, judging by how shitty the weather looked from his view. The tender bruise that had once been on his right temple had long healed but now his face was adorned with last night’s affairs. It wasn’t that bad really and he could have probably brushed it off at school just as easily as he had the bruised temple. It was nothing more than a busted bottom lip, only slightly inflamed from him continuously brushing the back of his hand against it and a few purplish-red cracks. He admitted it wasn’t exactly attractive or comfortable to talk with but he had honestly seen worse and survived much worse than this. It was just a busted lip…
A sound caught his attention, coming from the first floor. Seth looked over toward the doorway to his room and merely sat where he was for a moment. He realized it was the front door, but still made no move to hurry down and answer it. He’s wasn’t really gung-ho for having someone wanting something from someone here and having to tell them to buzz off. But a thought dawned on him as he sat there in the floor. It could have just as easily been his sister. Maybe she had left her spare key somewhere?
This idea had Seth to his feet in an instant. He rushed over to his window and leaned forward trying to see who could have been out there. Unfortunately his room was at the back of the house and all he could make out was the side yard and some of the street. So he instead stepped out of his room and then hurried down the stairs. Once to the front door he undid the locks and then cracked it open so that only half of his face would be visible. He was immediately disappointed in what he saw on the other side. It was nowhere near being his sister.
He could have just slammed the door on her face and gone back to doing nothing but Seth was sure she would protest outside for a while before leaving and the last thing he wanted was for someone to come home and see her there. It would be easier to see what she wanted from him (presumably him) and get it over with. Still, he only kept the door half open and leaned against the frame to look out at her. “What do you need,” he asked her quickly. “How the hell did you figure out where I lived anyways?”
His stalker theory was very plausible now. It seemed like she was always wherever he was and it was sincerely starting to both creep him out and irritate him to no ends. Seth looked her up and down, trying to figure out on his own what she was doing here and why she would even make an effort to come here. The only thing he could think of was to annoy him, but he had been sure he had made it clear to her before that he had no interest in her trying to fuck around with him. Maybe she hadn’t gotten the message clear enough last time? Seth would be more than happy to share it with her again though this time he could not promise her any ironically sweet gestures to go along with it.
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 27, 2011 19:48:07 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] It was stupid to come here. It was stupid to think that he even cared about his stupid iPod. He didn't even bother to get it back from her when he had a chance. So why was she here? Was it just another excuse to talk to him? Another excuse to take some verbal abuse? Yeah, that sounded about right. It sounded like something Lace would do.
Lace hadn't really noticed that she had forgotten to get the iPod out of her car until Seth opened the door. There she was, standing empty-handed and rather dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say to him, honestly. No words came to mind. Not even rage was present, even though he seemed rather upset with her being there.
She managed to shake off a bit of her awe, just enough to speak anyways. "I... came 'ere to give you your iPod," she said slowly, looking down at her hands while she did. Lace had forgotten that she had forgotten his iPod. "I mean, it is in my car. I just thought that you would like it back. And... your friend told me where you lived."
Truthfully, Lace was hardly surprised or frustrated by his behavior. Sure, it was rude of him to open the door and immediately ask what she was doing there. But it was sort of creepy that she was there, without anyone's permission or forewarn. Still... he didn't have to be so mean. He was so mean about everything. She could have told him he looked like fucking Johnny Depp today and he would call her a bitch. Really, where is the logic in that? Lace wasn't a sarcastic person, not like him. If she told him he looked like Johnny Depp, she would have meant it (he didn't look like Johnny Depp, though, and she highly doubted he ever would).
The French girl backed up another step from Seth's front door. She sneered in his direction, as if she were disgusted by his presence. But honestly, she was just frightened of whatever resided in his home, whether it was family, friends, or pets. She was extremely uncomfortable being out in the open in a place like this. She felt like she needed a very large fence around the house or some kind of security system. How did Seth sleep at night, knowing just anyone could crawl into his yard? Maybe he didn't sleep! And that was why he was always so irritable!
At the risk of seeming stupider to him than she already seemed, she didn't ask him about his house. He was a pretty defensive sort of guy, and usually when someone insulted your home, it wasn't taken in the best light. Lace instead looked back toward her car, making sure it was still there.
Now, she may have been terrified of this place, but if anyone touched her vehicle, she would probably bite their hands off. Her car was practically her child. If there was anything Lace loved more than her laptop, it was her car. It got her where she needed to be, and also gave her the comfort of always being there when her parents weren't.
Lace blinked at Seth for a moment, staring blankly like she usually did when she was unsure of something. There were plenty of moments when she could definitely come off as stupid, but she wasn't, much to Seth's dismay.
"I will... I mean... do you really want it back?" Lace questioned, gesturing toward her car. She moved a bit closer to him, but not because of anything she wanted from him. Instead, she peered behind him, into his house. She stood on the very tips of her toes to see over his head, as she was fairly short. When she was flat on her feet again, she looked straight at Seth, blinking her blue eyes at him. "So this is where you live? It is... quaint." She shrugged her shoulders innocently at him. She figured 'quaint' was a neutral-enough word. It wasn't provocative, but it also didn't exactly scream how much she loved his place either.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 27, 2011 20:53:59 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? Seth began to narrow his eyes at her when Lace merely stood there staring at him. For a moment he found the staring making him simply uneasy, thinking that maybe she had a clear view of either him or the inside of his home. Not that there was even much to see behind him. The front door only opened up into a short hall that ended in a small room where there was openings to the kitchen and living room as well as a staircase. But the hall was rather dark with cheap wood paneling on the walls and a coffee colored carpet that had boxes sitting atop it. They were boxes from the numerous times that his parents had tried to move away or one or the other threatened to move away. Some of them were still filled with things, though they were mostly his mother’s. The rest were half empty or half crushed. So he supposed it wasn’t much, but he still closed to the door a bit more so she couldn’t look inside. The second of his worries was her questioning his face, though he was confident that it would be hard to make out from behind the safety of his house’s door.
When the uneasy feeling passed after he had reassured himself of her crappy view, Seth just started to feel annoyed. He wasn’t sure why she just went blank like that so often when he spoke. Either she had a really difficult time converting the English to French in a timely manner or she never knew what she was going to say to anyone. Seth liked to think it was just because he was stupid but he decided she was only an idiot when it came to being social. He wasn’t much better but he didn’t stand dumbstruck or throw coffees at people either.
The iPod; Seth hadn’t even remembered letting her take the thing away from him after snatching it out of his hands. That just went to show how honest he had been when he had implied having no attachment to it by letting her keep it. Seth didn’t have many attachments to material things like that. He was kind of used to them either being stolen or broken by someone else. Sometimes he’d get a little annoyed when the item was particularity pricey but the iPod had been from a yard sale. It was mostly crap anyways.
“Just keep the stupid thing,” he replied, rolling his eyes at her. “I told you to do that in the first place. I really don’t care.” He turned his eyes away from her, looking out over her and toward the street where her car was parked. It made him frown a bit as he recalled the reason for answering her. He wanted to make this very short and to the point. There was no time to stand here and argue with her no matter how badly he felt the itch to do so when she mentioned him having some friend that told her he had lived here. He firstly wanted to state he didn’t have really any friends, but avoided that. He then wanted to deny her and think of her as nothing more than a weird stalker. But he did neither; Seth simply continued staring over her shoulder and up and down the road.
Her comment on the house did little to faze him, hardly stirring any kind of reaction. He knew he lived in the shittiest part of West Clair Valley so why try and sugar coat it? It was quaint, it wasn’t nice, it wasn’t cute, it was just a piece of shit house that his parents had bought before he was born. It had literally always looked the same way. But to amuse her he went ahead and just shrugged about it, obviously still not caring but at least acknowledging that she had said something about it.
“Is that all you wanted?” he asked, tapping his fingers against the doorframe.
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 27, 2011 21:22:45 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Being at Seth's house made her wish that... she really wasn't. He couldn't even be nice, though she felt like she was being pretty kind. Firstly, she had come here to return something to him. Secondly, she hadn't called him any sort of name. And lastly, she had even complimented his home! If he was trying to piss her off, he was doing a wonderfully spectacular job at doing it. Couldn't she do anything and have him just say 'thank you' or 'that's nice of you!' Lace wasn't really looking for him to thank her; she just wanted him to be nice to her.
Lace didn't let her aggravation show through her features, though. That would be her first mistake, because then he'd see that she was upset and only rub her the wrong way even further. Her next mistake would be to get violent (which she really wanted to do right now). Instead, she simply sighed in his direction. It wasn't an irritated sigh, but more of a gesture to let him know that she was exasperated with his little act.
Lace chewed on her lip a moment, deciding on which words would be inappropriate for their banter here. It seemed like the inappropriate ones were the ones that fit the best into her situation. However, Lace could be witty. And get around Seth's bad attitude with a few fake smiles and some seriously good acting.
"It was all I wanted," she started thoughtfully. "But now that I am 'ere, I want something from you." Lace showed him a well-placed, warm smile. Her grins were almost never a good thing, and as genuine as it seemed, there was a sinister meaning behind it. Well, more of an immoral meaning. However, she never stated exactly what she wanted, just that she wanted something.
Lace moved even closer to him than she had been before. She got in his face, acting as if she were going to kiss him. She stealthily placed her hand on the door that he was holding. And as she leaned in to kiss him, Lace opened the door so that she could prance in. Which she did, in fact, do.
As she giddily stepped through the threshold, she gave Seth a challenging sort of look, as if daring him to make her get out. But she didn't even give him a chance to catch her, as she had already started off through the hall. She had no clue where she was going, just that she really wanted to satiate her curiosity.
Lace veered off into a room she presumed was Seth's. It looked like a room he might inhabit. Immediately, she started to rummage through his things. She was very intrusive like that (but not really). She was just trying to get on his nerves. Because he obviously didn't care that he hurt Lace's feelings very easily. So why not bother him a bit?
There honestly wasn't anything that interested her in his room. She didn't want to see his personal belongings nor did she want to know what sort of unmentionables he might have in his room. Lace figured this was a better alternative to hitting him, though. Or spitting in his face. Or burning him... But hey, he brought this upon himself. Had he greeted her nicely, she would have left peacefully and without a word. But Lace was just a little spiteful. Besides, he seemed kind of lonely. She figured he needed some sort of company.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 27, 2011 22:23:09 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? When the girl started to get closer to him Seth started to go further back away from the door frame. The grey eyes narrowed more threateningly toward her now as he felt his space being invaded and his need to hide his face from here was becoming overwhelming. Still he stayed watching her with the door barely opened up and his bottom lip now sucked in to hide from view. He did not smile back at her, or make any facial expressions to show that he was at all as pleased as she looked. Seth was preparing to step forward to push her back away from the doorway but was taken aback when she poked her head though and got her face dreadfully close to his own. It was so close that he ducked back and put his hand holding the door over his mouth to avoid some unnecessary pain and lip brushing. When he did this Lace slipped right into the hall passed him. Seth felt his stomach flip as every nerve in his body tingled and the hairs on the back of his neck stood. He froze in the doorway, staring wide eyed at her like she had just made a pact with Satan. In a way, she had just gotten herself into something that could have been just as bad.
With his nerves now on end and his fear mixing into rage, Seth hurried after to follow her. He turned down the hall and then into the room that she had invited herself into. She had also invited herself to start going through pretty much anything she could get her hands on. Seth did not hesitate to hurry after her and take her by the arm to stop her. He then tried pushing her over back toward the doorway, not caring to be gentle or slow about it. His movements were very jarring.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” he half shouted at her, a part of him still trying to be quiet despite the empty house. Seth then stepped back toward her and roughly took up her arm again in his hand. “This is my fucking brother’s room you moron. Who the hell do you think are just coming into someone’s house like that?” Seth was about to continue with dragging and/or pushing her out of the room and then down the hall until he heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming shut. He paused, scrunching his nose and then looking behind her toward the hall. Hopefully it was someone breaking into her car.
Seth pushed her arm out of his hand roughly and then turned away to walk over toward his brother’s dresser and the window above it. He pressed his fingers between the blinds and looked through them out toward the street. His heart almost jumped straight from his chest when he realized that someone had stopped and parked behind Lace’s. The driver was even out and looking the vehicle.
“Oh my God,” Seth muttered, sounding slightly panicked now. His hand quickly came up to his forehead and he pulled at his wavy, brunette hair. After tugging his hair for a few seconds he turned back around and had Lace by her elbow, pulling her from the room and then out toward the hall to direct her toward the stairs. “Don’t give me any fucking problems and climb,” he snapped at her before starting up the steps. It only took him a moment to practically run up them and down the hall to the last room on the right (which was actually his and not his brother’s).
Seth’s room wasn’t anything significant but it was much emptier than his brother’s was. The only thing taking up space was his bed and a dresser at the other end of the room. There were a few things hanging on the walls but they were mostly family pictures. His room had once been the family office up until his brother decided he couldn’t share his room, though Seth gladly came up here to get away. The only problem was that it was small and had the same cheap wood paneling as the halls did and the same coffee colored carpet.
Now that he stood in his room he placed his hands atop his head and started to look around. He needed a place where Lace could go without… being seen. There was only one place he could think of. The closet was small, literally a coat closet, and that left the only option being to crawl underneath the bed. He threw his comforter up to expose the small space and then looked up toward her.
“Just get under there, please,” he told her quickly. “It’s either that or the window and there’s not much to climb out with.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 27, 2011 23:04:23 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Lace was having quite a fun time rummaging through what she thought was Seth's room. She didn't have any clue what the Hell she was looking at, but it brought excitement to hear Seth's footfalls coming after her. It was a thrill almost, an adrenaline rush, as if she were a child being chased around.
As Seth entered the room, she had a large grin on her face. A grin that faded quickly as he took her by the arm and pulled her into the hall. He hadn't been so forceful before. It surprised her, really. In fact, she was very awestruck.
Lace didn't think she was really doing anything wrong. She had gone through some things, but she hadn't taken it (and she didn't want to). Yet, here he was, yelling at her. Why did he always have to get loud? She didn't really care what he did as long as he didn't raise his voice. It was scary.
"If you would be nicer to me, I would not 'ave come into your 'ouse!" Lace snapped right back, but her ranting was cut a bit short by his sudden expletive. As she was dragged into the bedroom once more, she was only growing more confused and more upset. She couldn't understand what his justification for his actions were. He seemed more preoccupied with whoever was outside than with her there. If there was a chance to escape his wrath, it seemed like now.
However, her margin of time for escape was a fraction of a second. Before she could scurry off, he had a grip on her again, pushing her out the room. It seemed like everything was in a fast-forward sort of motion. And as if she wasn't puzzled enough, she was being forced to the stairs. For a moment, she stood, looking up at them as Seth climbed. She wanted to question him, but he seemed to be in a hurry, so Lace followed suit.
She couldn't help but stand and look dumbfounded as Seth told her to climb under the bed. There were so many things wrong with his demand that Lace gave him an exasperated huff. She had too much class to climb under a bed. Especially Seth's. She wanted to make that perfectly clear to him.
She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. She also shook her head at him. Though... he did say please. "I do not know what is going on," Lace grumbled as she got on her hands and knees, "but this charade is not funny." She squeezed her small body underneath his bed, but poked her head out and stared up at him. "I would also feel a lot better if you were under 'ere with me." She could hope, couldn't she?
Lace saw this as nothing more than a stupid game he was playing with her. Which, obviously, she didn't mind too much, because she got his attention. However, crawling under beds was not her idea of fun. And also trying to scare her was not amusing, either. She was easily frightened, but she found his act more frustrating than terrifying.
She retreated a bit further underneath the bed now. She still didn't know what his hurry was for, but she figured that if she listened, then he would be nice to her. Even though it was kind of her own doing for being in the house anyways. And he obviously wasn't even happy that she was here. Which sort of struck a nerve in Lace. He wasn't the most pleasant person either, but at least she still liked talking to him. He could at least like something about her.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 28, 2011 15:00:52 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? It was an amazing relief to hear Lace hurrying up the stairs behind him. In the back of his mind he had thought he’d have to torpedo his way back down and shove her into some kind of closet downstairs. The only reason he had worried about that was because he would guess without him being directly in front of her she would more than likely not take too well to the idea of keeping hidden. He could just see Lace being pushed into a closet only to burst out a moment later and find herself face to face with someone in his family only to argue about how Seth had just pushed her in there. She had no idea how much of an asshole certain family members could be and she obviously was completely oblivious to how poorly they would react to seeing someone in their house. Growing up, Seth was never allowed to bring anyone over unless they were to stay outside. Those rules really hadn’t changed much but Seth really had no problems following them since he was just as eager to keep someone out as his brother, sister, or dad. Lace, on the other hand, probably just wouldn’t understand it. She wasn’t exactly easy to convince of things.
When Lace had given him a look of complete disregard he had felt himself panic for a moment. If she wasn’t going to get under the bed then what the hell was he going to do with her now? He was trapped and would surely either suffer or hear about the consequences later on. He had very rarely ever broken the rule of letting someone come over and usually when he did the people who were over were one hundred times more agreeable than Lace. Of course, they had understood that it was a bad idea and they had usually been some kind of friend to him. Not to mention his family could be scary as fuck when they wanted to be (this usually did not include his sister since she had a hard time making people feel bad about anything).
He was about to give her a few good reasons for going under the bed but, surprisingly, she was already down on her hands and knees to crawl underneath the bed. Had this not been a horribly nerve-wracking experience, Seth may have laughed at her for doing something like that. But, out of anything he could feel for her right now, it was simply grateful. For once in their time of knowing each other, Lace had done something to not make his life more complicated than it already was and he truly appreciated the cooperation… even if it did make her have to do something as ridiculous as crawl beneath his bed.
Now with Lace beneath the bed and out of sight for the most part, Seth hurried over in her direction and started to pull his comforter further toward the floor to give as much cover as possible. Hopefully she wouldn’t argue with him putting her in almost complete darkness because a hand or head poking out would be… completely weird. Speaking of heads poking out, she was already doing that as he was readying to drop the comforter messily back onto the bed. He only managed to cock a brow at her and then shake his head quickly before going back to making this look as inconspicuous as possible. His work was cut short though when he heard a sound coming from behind him.
“Seth.” He nearly jumped when he heard his name and couldn’t help but awkwardly turn in one quick, very ungraceful movement. He had almost ended up tripping over his own feet and falling back onto the bed. Thankfully he had managed to catch his balance, only rocking clumsily a moment.
Seth cloudy grey eyes were greeted by a pair of cool blue ones. Now, most people expected to see a completely disgusting low life whenever Seth mentioned anything about his dad. He usually managed to make him sound like he should have looked like one too. But he was usually anything but trailer park looking. The head of the Parker family was tall with no obvious deposits of fat on him. His hair had lost its color years ago but now looked like coal with heavy streaks of silver-grey. He worked close to the owner of a very formal restaurant so was usually dressed his best when returning from work. Currently he wore black slacks with a light blue shirt and black tie, though by now the shirt was un-tucked and the tie was loosened. His coat had already been thrown over his shoulder.
Seth pushed his hands into his jean pockets and rose up his eyebrows curiously. “Uh, you’re home?” he asked him, practically muttering the words. Seth’s heart was still pounding in his chest and he hoped that his father would not find the question suspicious.
“Your school called,” his father answered back casually as he leaned his body against the door frame. His eyes never left Seth’s, forcing Seth to look down toward his socks. “You didn’t go to school today.” Now he was pausing and Seth knew that it was because he wanted it to sink in. Seth again found himself shifting uncomfortably under the hard stare. “I told them you were sick. Whose car is out front?”
“Car?” Seth’s eyes snapped back up and he tried to look as curious as possible. Then he just shrugged at him. “I’ve been in here all day. I didn’t even know someone was parked out there… maybe one of Krista’s friends or-“
Seth knew that his sister wasn’t even at home, but wasn’t sure if his dad knew that as well. By the plain look on his face, he figured that he already knew that Krista wasn’t home as well. But they both seemed to find no reason to continue talking about it. He knew his dad and Krista weren’t exactly on the best of terms at the moment… he doubted that they ever would be.
“Don’t go out tonight,” his father advised, pushing away from the door. Before he turned to head down the stairs he mimicked Seth’s raised eyebrows and looked him up and down almost suspiciously. “Your lip is bleeding.” Seth’s hand quickly went up to his mouth to cover it and realized he needed to stop chewing on the damage that had already been done last night. His dad was already gone and he could hear his heavy footfalls going down the stairs. Seth hurried forward and closed the door to his room, then leaned his body against it. He covered his face with both hands, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do next… with the French girl under his bed. That wasn’t weird or suspicious at all, was it?
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 29, 2011 0:07:06 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] As if America wasn't strange enough, now she was hiding under beds? Seriously? Lace couldn't believe she had actually complied with Seth. She felt so degraded being underneath his bed. Honestly, if this was some kind of mean trick, he would definitely feel her wrath. She didn't appreciate being duped.
Lace was almost about to pop out from under the bed, until she heard footsteps. They made her heart stop for a few moments. She wasn't sure why. She supposed Seth's fear had stricken her as well. It had spread to her like an airborne disease.
As the footsteps entered the room, Lace held her breath until she couldn't hold it anymore. After the initial exhale, she breathed shallowly and silently, though it seemed still extremely loud to her.
Lace couldn't see anything, not even the hand in front of her face, but, judging by the sound of his voice, this man that had entered the room was probably Seth's father. He didn't seem extremely pleasant. Especially not like her father. When she did see her dad, he was always excited to see her and vise versa. It certainly wasn't awkward like the forced conversation between Seth and his dad.
She hadn't really noticed that Seth wasn't at school at all today until his father said he had skipped. She was sort of oblivious sometimes. But it was probably better for Seth that he skipped today, because if she had noticed him, it would had not been an enjoyable experience for him.
Now they had moved on to talking about the car parked outside. She had to admit, Seth was a fairly good actor, pretending like he didn't know whose car was outside. It made her almost scoff, though. Who drove through this side of town in a car like that? Perhaps a drug dealer. But Lace was no drug dealer, nor had she ever dabbled in the stuff.
Lace listened intently to their conversation (as she could really do nothing else). It seemed like Seth's father was getting ready to leave, which struck a chord of relief in Lace. She was tired of being cramped underneath Seth's bed. There had never been once in her life where she was forced to do such a demeaning thing. It made her a little irritable, yes, but she wasn't about to express it with his dad in the room.
As Lace heard his father leave the room, she hurriedly lifted up the comforter with one hand and used the other to assist herself in crawling out from under the bed. Once she was in plain sight again, she rested on her knees, brushing off her clothes. Her eyes stared straight up at Seth, the light in them coming very obviously from her ire.
"Baise-moi!" she growled at him under her breath. "I cannot believe I got under that." She gestured toward his bed. Lace exhaled sharply, showing her disgust. "Are you in trouble?" asked Lace, suddenly sounding somewhat concerned in someone other than herself. She hadn't meant to get him in trouble, even if he had managed to lie and get away with it. She had come in his house just to aggravate him, not get him into something serious. Apparently visitors were highly discouraged in this house. Honestly, Lace would have loved to have people in her home, if nothing else than for background noise. But Seth was certainly more of the loner type, and it seemed like the rest of his family was, too.
"Do you want me to leave?"
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 29, 2011 0:54:32 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? From this point, Seth had no idea what he was going to do with her. He simply stood up against the door with his hands to covering his face while he tried to think of something to do. By now he had also brought his bottom lip into his mouth to suck in any blood that came through the broken skin. His palms had wiped away any that had fallen below his lip. When his hands began to slip from his face to reveal his eyes, he looked around the room trying to think of an escape. Personally, booting her out the window would have worked out just fine for him but he kind of doubted that some of her bones would do so well from falling this high. Not to mention women were extremely prone to pain because of their creepy extra senses and all. So his eyes did not linger on the window long, they instead fell to the floor and he dropped his hands in that direction as well. He only looked slightly defeated, knowing full well that he couldn’t just walk out with someone to the front door without his dad being able to see or hear him going anywhere. He had even told Seth to stay in tonight. Seth was basically screwed at this point. At least, he assumed as much seeing as his situation was basically hopeless.
Keeping her in his room seemed like the only option that he had. But Seth wasn’t willing to admit to that just yet and still stood trying to find better solutions to this. It was bad enough being around her with his own will but being stuck with her just because he was stuck? Now that was something completely unacceptable and uncomfortable. He had stayed home to avoid people and it seemed like people had come to him. The worst of the worst people too. Who knew how completely awful it could be simply being in the company of one pain in the ass girl? Seth should have never answered the door. He should have just let his dad pull up and send her off. Why did he even put up with her? If he hadn’t been this far into this shit he would have just pushed her out of his room and told her good luck. No, he wouldn’t have even wished this kid luck. It wasn’t like she deserved his good wishes…
While she had been getting up, Seth had managed to pretty much act oblivious to Lace. He really wasn’t concerned with any snide remarks she had to make to him right now… it was honestly the last thing he wanted to put up (though he was sure they would be sharing some pretty soon knowing the two of them). He only looked up toward her when she asked him a question. Even then he did not give her any kind of answer right away, only furrowed his brows and looking away toward the dresser with the long, horizontal mirror sitting on top of it. He preferred to look at her through that, rather than directly.
“What are you going to do? Just walk out?” Yeah, that would have made sense in almost any situation. Heck, she may have been thinking ‘duh’ right at this very minute seeing as he wasn’t exactly filling her in on anything. Although he was sure that having her hide beneath the bed may have got the point across that she wasn’t welcome here (nor was anyone else). “I don’t really know what you’re going to do now. And since I don’t really want another bloody lip, I can’t just let you waltz outta here,” Seth spoke; completely brushing aside all of the dismay from his features and his voice and managing to take on one that was much more matter-of-factly.
Seth made his way over toward the dresser with the mirror and placed his hands on its edge to lean in toward his reflection. He pulled his bottom lip tight around his bottom teeth, wincing slightly when it ached. A small spot of blood was starting to form now that he was inspecting it so he again relaxed his lip and brought his right hand up quickly to wipe away the blood that was starting to fall. As long as he stopped tormenting his insignificant wound he was sure it would stop bleeding again. He just needed to learn to better control his nerves around his dad. It was usually pretty easy unless he was truly sickened or worried by something.
After staring at his reflection (and stealing a few glances over toward Lace), Seth finally turned and leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. “My iPod is in your car. I have no idea what you’re going to do in here,” he told her with a shrug, still hiding the irritation and nervousness he felt from both his dad and Lace. “And my room isn’t half as interesting as my brother’s is.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 29, 2011 1:55:29 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Lace didn't quite realize that she was stuck in here. Technically she wasn't, but if she walked out now, Seth made it pretty clear that he would get beat up or something. Now, Lace disliked Seth. A lot. And she was always wanting to hit him, but really, she couldn't do any damage to him. It seemed like his family, though, could definitely hurt him. Even if she didn't like him, she didn't want him to be put through any pain, especially on her behalf.
Had Lace's parents been occupying their home in America, she would have been a bit worried about staying at Seth's. However, neither of them were there so she didn't have to worry about them stressing out over where she was. Lace could just have her own little affairs until they got back. She was pretty much her own parent and her own policeman. She had to make decisions on her own, and take her own timeouts. It had almost always been like that. At least Seth had a family.
Lace didn't want to stay with Seth, especially when all she could do was shuffle around his room. She wouldn't have minded so much if she could at least go out of his room. But that wasn't the case. She was confined to one small space, a chamber that was tinier than even her bathroom. It was also very plain. And very poor-looking... Lace wasn't sure how long she would be able to stand it in there without going crazy.
Her eyes followed him now as he walked over to his dresser. Previously, she hadn't said a word to him, but she found it was time to speak to him. And, being the slightly not-serious, childish person she was, she could have cared less about how very stern he was being. Lace didn't like the tension and the nerves that she was feeling. She wasn't exactly good at clearing the air, but she could try. "I think your bedroom is the most interesting," she commented, smiling broadly. "There are plenty of things that we could do." Of course, Lace was mostly joking, but, hey, if he agreed, she wasn't going to deny him. She may have been a tease to every other guy, but Seth was one of those few people that she actually wouldn't mind sleeping with. Especially in a place where she wasn't even supposed to be. It was exciting (to her, at least). And, in the end, that was really all that mattered: an adrenaline rush. Alas, Seth was like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. He pretty much hated her. Why would he want to do anything with her unless it was to do exactly what he had done to her in the backseat? Make her think that he did like her, and then just inform her that he would let her down hard.
Lace's blue eyes wandered around his room for a moment, not really searching for anything, but just looking. When her eyes rested finally on Seth, she heaved a large sigh in his direction. She backed up until she felt his bed behind her and then proceeded to sit down on the edge of it. Her attention never left him, though. "I do not understand your family. They seem very cold toward you," Lace finally spoke. She rubbed her eyes and then laid down on Seth's bed. She didn't really care if he had something to say about it. If she was going to be staying here, might as well get comfortable. She pulled the covers up over her body and her head, shutting out the light. And it was also a kiddish attempt to hide from Seth. Because he would probably be angry about her talking about his family. But it was fine now. She was invisible.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 30, 2011 3:38:20 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? The pair watched each other for quite some time. Seth was unwilling to allow his eyes to falter and Lace just stared right back, watching his every move even as he turned. He stayed where he was by the dresser though, leaning back on his palms as he awaited a reply from her. He expected some heated remark and huffing but no conclusions. If he couldn’t think of a way around the problem then he was pretty sure that Lace could not come up with anything either. And that opinion had nothing to do with him thinking that she was stupid or anything. He just figured that if he couldn’t find a way to get out of his room without getting his dad’s attention or without injury after living here for God knew how long, then she probably couldn’t come up with any either. Besides, he had tried using the window before and it hadn’t turned out so good for him in the end. He was pretty sure Lace (and an assumedly low mentality for pain) would not make it down in one, happy-go-lucky piece.
Seth’s eyes began to scout out his room when she commented on it. He was sure she was being sarcastic because the most decorative things he had in here were old photos of people he vaguely knew that were apparently related to him. So it wasn’t like any of them could have a good story because he didn’t know shit about any of them. They were apparently mostly from his mom’s side of the family since the office had sort of been her space for working and the like. The next best thing was probably the window… and that was because you could stare at the more interesting things to do outside of it. Yeah, she was definitely being sarcastic despite that grin.
He watched her quietly from his spot as she took over his bed without a second thought. Seth just shrugged it off though, not particularly caring about it as long as she wasn’t trying to make his life even more miserable than it currently was he would let her do anything. He turned his head away from her and glanced over toward the window. You know, just in case inspiration struck and he could get her through it without killing her. No matter how annoying she was, he was not eager to kill her. Not only would it leave a nasty mark on his conscience (and probably the lawn) but it probably wouldn’t look too good on his records.
When Lace spoke up again he looked back in her direction just in time to miss her while she pulled the comforter up over her. Seth just quirked a brow, wondering what the hell was wrong with her before pondering over the question. He simply shrugged, even though he knew she wasn’t even looking at him at this point. Maybe she wasn’t even looking for an answer and just wanted to let him know that she had made the observation. It was just another day in the life for him. It was nothing that was really note worthy.
Instead of staying where he was Seth stepped over toward the opposite side of the bed and fell back onto it. His head fell perfectly against the pillow and he brought only one foot up on the bed while the other hung of the edge. “They’ve been that way as long as I can remember,” he answered, placing his hands over his eyes. He watched the grayish dots in the darkness of his eyelids while his fingers tapped mindlessly at his forehead. “Every family has to be some way, I guess.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Nov 30, 2011 22:54:05 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] At home with her parents, Lace was never really serious. She was as childish and spoiled as they came, but, normally, outside of her house, she was stern and uncaring. A bitch, as some might call her. Her parents were the only people she was comfortable enough to share her real nature with; that being her child-like mind and attitude. She wasn't stupid, nor did she act it, but she simply liked to do things that little kids liked to do, like she was doing now: hiding under the covers.
Lace poked her head out of the comforter as Seth laid down on the bed opposite of her. Her eyes rested calmly on him, but her mind was anything but. She had this devious idea to try and start something. Something devious. Though, she knew it would be in vain. Even if they weren't arguing or spitting insults at each other.
She propped herself up with both hands, still looking down at Seth. "In France," Lace started, "parents treat their children with respect. I do not see this 'ere." She laid back down on his bed again, though without her eyes ever leaving him. She gave him a sort of blank stare before sliding just a bit closer to him.
"But let us stop being so serious!" she exclaimed. She propped herself up again and leaned toward Seth. In a swift motion, she moved and kissed him softly on the cheek. Then she moved back to her side of the bed, smiling uncontrollably. If he didn't like, well, it was his fault for getting on the bed with her. He should have known that she was going to do something.
Lace stayed silent for a moment, listening down to the floor below. It was odd having to be wary of someone in a house. It was almost like a scary movie, where the killer was in your home, and you had to be one step ahead of them or you were going to die. Except this time, it was a little less morbid, as Lace was fairly sure that Seth's dad wouldn't kill her. Now, Seth, on the other hand, probably wouldn't hesitate to do so. He seemed fairly intolerant of Lace's acts, childish or impulsive.
She sighed quietly, turning on her back and looking up at the ceiling now. She was tempted to close her eyes and sleep the day away, but it was difficult to sleep on a bed that wasn't hers. Lace could get comfortable all she wanted, but it boiled down to the fact that it wasn't her bed. Her bed was plush and large and soft. Seth's bed was... well, sort of like Seth. She didn't really know how to explain it any better than that.
But Lace turned back to Seth, a large smile again on her face. "Are you going to make this stay interesting or no?" she questioned, tilting her head slightly.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Nov 30, 2011 23:45:14 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? If anyone had known about the situation that Seth was currently in, he was pretty sure it would actually look kind of bad. Two teenagers of the opposite sex hiding out in a room together and who also happened to be spread out on the bed next to one another. Anyone’s mind would probably go to ‘bow-chicka-wow-wow’ sort of scene. Seth’s mind was anywhere but there though. Even if he did find Lace attractive in some ways (more physically than mentally) it wasn’t enough to make him want to roll over and have a mindless session of… things. Just the thought would send awkward shakes down his spine and make him want to move a little further toward the edge of the bed.
Seth was starting to get really tired of hearing about France from the French girl. Maybe she just had nothing better to talk about or think about than how superior her home country was in comparison to the new one she was living in. Seth may have gladly debated with her the pros and cons of each but knew she would be completely biased and hardheaded about anything that may have been pro for the American side of the argument. It wasn’t that he didn’t have anything bad to say about his own country either… it was just that he was starting to wear thin on finding hers interesting because of the constant bragging. Besides, there were obviously good parents in America. She just picked the wrong person to stalk since he didn’t have those kinds of parents and he would never have them. It was set in stone and his mother had long missed any second chances at making things better. On the bright side, they weren’t French…
He rolled his eyes and looked over in her direction. “Because everyone in France is perfect, I know,” he commented back blandly. “Now please spare me the stories of your amazing country and your amazing parents.”
She obviously could not decide what she wanted to do with herself. She was up and down in what seemed like a millisecond and Seth couldn’t help but stare up at her like she was mentally challenged. This look became even more so when she kissed him on the cheek (crazy French people) causing him to tilt his head away and grimace. He didn’t understand why she couldn’t just be happy with him not pushing her off the other end of his bed. He guessed he wasn’t mad enough about that though since… he really could care less if someone wanted to sit or lay on his bed. That’s what beds were for, weren’t they? Although he was preparing to make that completely an old way of thinking just so she wouldn’t start annoying the hell out of him. For the time, he just kept his head tilted away from her and looked away toward the window.
What did she want from him? He really just wanted to ask that to her very plainly, very simply. Was she really just that bored or that eager to get his attention? Maybe it was both of them because of the circumstances. He supposed he didn’t have to be a complete drag about it but he also doubted that either of them could really find something in common to do while they waited out whatever amount of time this would take.
Seth finally turned his head back toward her when she spoke again. As per usual, he only gave her an uninterested stare. It was really difficult to decide what to do when you were with someone who was basically a complete stranger and you were also horrible at socializing since you’d basically been a social stigma since the day you’d been born. The only thing that Seth knew how to do was make usually half-hearted remarks and basically hurt feelings since nobody cared about his. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation… the only other time he’d been with a girl… that had sort of ended up being shot to hell too.
“Did you really come here just to give me back my iPod? I’m actually pretty convinced that you’re stalking me.” Seth’s face remained quite serious for several moments before it eventually softened into a grin. It was a start.
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 1, 2011 0:19:58 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] He seemed irritated with everything that she said. And it sort of irritated her, too. She was trying to be nice, and he was being grumpy. She hadn't been anticipated at his house, no, but that didn't give him a reason to be so irate toward her. Especially when she was legitimately trying to make the situation seem not so serious. She didn't like tension, and maybe he did, but she wasn't going to stay here if it was going to be rigid the whole time. She would sooner leave through the front door, letting everyone know she was here, and get Seth in trouble.
Lace only rolled her eyes at him as he commented about the people in France. She hadn't meant that her country was any better. She had just stated a fact. She had never seen parents in France distrust their children. It was just... strange. Distrusting your children was like distrusting yourself, because you had raised them, right?
Seth wasn't at all easy to get along with. She tried being mean to him, getting on his level. She tried being nice, complimenting him and such. And then she tried just being a mixture of herself and a bit dominant. Honestly, she felt like he was deliberately hating her, not because he really did, but just because he needed someone to hate. Lace was an easy target because she didn't want him to hate her, and at the same time, her feelings were easily hurt.
It even hurt her feelings when he turned away after she kissed him on the cheek. It wasn't like she had forced her tongue down his throat. She didn't really understand why he couldn't be happy without having to put someone else down first. She had never encountered someone so hard to please and so thick-headed.
As Seth turned back to her, the smile that had been on her face had long since faded. She didn't make it apparent that her emotions were crushed, but she did let him know that she wasn't extremely happy with his actions. It seemed like a day didn't go by without him doing something to upset her.
Lace did not find his comment quite as amusing as he did. She might have a few minutes ago, but he had already put her in a fairly unpleasant mood. "All I came 'ere to do was give you your iPod," she stated sternly. She breathed in slowly and closed her eyes to try to relieve the anger smoldering in her chest. She wanted to get along with him, but her rage was sure to get the best of her.
After a few moments of composing herself, she turned to Seth, her expression a little less serious now. "If I wanted to stalk you, I could 'ave done a better job. It is just fate that we always end up together, is it not?" Lace gave him a mysterious smirk. Yeah, let that sink in for a few moments. The Fates obviously wanted him and her to be together! But she could only imagine. He would definitely object to anything of the sort. It seemed like he loathed a relationship of any sort with a living human being. She had never seen him talk to a girl, really, except for that bottle blonde. And his friends seemed the lowliest of the low-lifes. Not to mention, his family seemed... less than friendly. Yet Lace tried to talk to him and change that? She found him interesting for some reason. He was different from the other people in school, who were mostly meat-headed jocks. She despised them more than she disliked Seth.
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