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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 2, 2010 21:41:49 GMT
Leah saw a bra sticking out from under her bed and squeaked, kicking it further under and adjusting the blankets so they fell right. She probably only had a minute until Rio arrived, and she didn't want her underwear lying all over the place... Blushing at the thought, she shuffled her books on the shelf around so they looked neat, and moved her lamp and alarm clock around on the dresser. Finally, after shoving a brush through her hair a few times, she looked at herself in the mirror and decided that she was presentable, if not exactly...what was the word? Erotic sounded..well, wrong. A turn-on, Leah decided. She didn't look like she was going to turn Rio on, but that didn't matter. Much...
She sat cross-legged on her bed, wondering at the last minute if she should put on make-up or something. Maybe she could steal some of Layla's...no, that would most likely result in pain of some description. Wincing, she remembered what had happened the last time she'd pissed a blonde girl off -Chanterelle- and her thumb twinged as a reminder. No, it wasn't important to put foundation or anything on. It would smear off anyway, if they...did...that. Blushing, Leah grabbed a magazine from her dresser and began looking through the fashion section, trying to act as if she wasn't terrified. Rio would be arriving in about thirty seconds and...there was a knock and the door opened, Rio entering.
As always, she couldn't help but stare at his unbelievable hotness for a minute, before going a brighter red and looking down at the article on accesorising for women with large hips. "Um...hi!" He probably thought that she wanted to discuss something specifically, like the...incident she'd told him about, and it was going to be awkward to say that she just wanted to sleep with him... Rio stepped closer to the bed, presumably to sit down where she'd gestured, and Leah stood up and kissed him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she vowed that she wasn't going to have a panic attack and ruin everything for him. Definitely not...
Don't Break My Heart, Kate Walsh. It. Is. Perfect. [/i][/font][/size]
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 3, 2010 6:57:36 GMT
Rio walked up the hallways, wondering what had prompted Leah's sudden request to come to her room. She had been offering him sex, but he doubted she'd be this forward about it. Maybe it was the rape? He wasn't surprised about that; it would explain the phobia of being touched, the jumpiness, and the PTSD that was slightly too extreme for just having had a leg and ribs broken. He hoped it was sex, all the same. He'd made a kind of personal promise that he'd have sex with someone who a) knew who he was and b) knew exactly what they were doing, without the influence of alcohol. Layla was hypersexual; she didn't count, he'd decided.
He reviewed that list mentally. She knew his name: did that count as knowing who he was? Probably not, but hey. This was between him and himself, so it really didn't matter. He was getting bored of her and her constant clinginess, anyway; better to end it now. Or at least, try and end it. He didn't know how persistent she was, or could be, but if he had to resort to violence to let the message sink in, then he would. All the same, beating up a cute little kid like Leah didn't appeal... he might be able to get someone else to do it for him, though.
He put the thoughts to the back of his mind. There was no way he could know she was going to stalk him after this; she might well be too traumatised. No, it wasn't Leah he had to worry about, it was her friends. The gay kid, the twins... her new roommate didn't present a problem, he was willing to bet. But it was no-one in his class, except perhaps the dark-haired boy with IED; hadn't they met before? No, he probably wouldn't have too many problems from Leah.
He opened the door and smiled at Leah, sat on the bed and looked afraid for her life. She probably should be, he thought, and managed to turn the smirk that accompanied it into a broad grin directed at her. "Hey-" he began, then stopped, due to the fact that she was kissing him. Huh. Apparently, sex was what she'd been after, after all. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, hoping a panic attack wouldn't ensue. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 3, 2010 9:07:47 GMT
Leah kissed him with all the passion she could summon, despite the ice-cold feeling in her stomach. She was about to have sex. The thought repeated itself over and over; 'you idiot, you're about to sleep with him, don't do it, you idiot' and she tried to push her worry away. It wasn't going to be that awful, surely? The thought almost made her laugh. Of course it was. It would be painful and terrifying...but Rio would like it. It was the thought of him sleeping with that blonde idiot, Jessica, that had driven her to sex more than a desire to make Rio enjoy himself; it was also because she was so damn scared that he didn't like her anymore. There was no particular cause behind that worry, but she'd caused a fuss in the chat earlier, which might have upset him, and---there were a million things she could have done, Leah realized, and she slowly managed to convince herself it didn't matter. Rio liked her, and he wasn't going to hurt her, and he wasn't going to break her bones, so it wouldn't be that bad.
Surprised at herself for being so forward, she took a step back -still attached to Rio at the lips- and sat down on the bed, pulling him down so he was sitting beside her. That would probably give him the general idea... Well, if it didn't, she could always speed things along. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, she pushed it up his chest gently, stroked his skin as she did so and waiting for permission to remove it. He'd said that he wanted to have sex (but he didn't want her to feel pressured) so it wasn't like she was stripping him against his will; guys enjoyed this sort of thing, right?
Crap. Leah remembered that an important part of sex -aside from the sex- was...protection sounded less...crude. She was hardly the sort to carry a condom around in her wallet though, and Rio probably wasn't either - unless she'd seriously misjudged him. That meant...oh, no, Layla would have one in her drawer. Standing up, she bent to give Rio another kiss before walking across the room, trying her best not to turn bright red as she opened the drawer and stared at the uniform silver packets. Grabbing one at random -she'd heard there were types, but these all looked the same- she headed back to Rio, scrunching the packet up in her hand so it wasn't too obvious. Leah couldn't help but blush incredibly, and hid it by kissing him again, their faces close together.
Discreetly, she dropped the foil wrapper on the bed besides them, hoping -no, knowing- that he got the idea now. Only someone completely naive -her, for example- would have missed the let's have sex signals. Moving her lips away from his for a brief instant, she whispered, not trusting her voice if she spoke. "Do you...want to do this? I mean, I don't want to...make you."
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 3, 2010 19:50:19 GMT
Rio allowed her to pull him onto the bed, his hands still resting gently on her hips. He had to take it slow, or she'd freak out and that would end in badness for all of them; he'd have to hold onto her for a bit longer until he got what he wanted out of her, and she'd be as embarrassed as hell, and... yeah, it would be bad for all of them if Leah freaked out. He thought absently about the last few times he'd had sex. The first time here had ended in someone getting pregnant, the next few times he'd been fairly smart about it, but he was pretty sure Leah wouldn't have any diseases. She might get pregnant, though... his mind flicked back to Jo, and he jumped when Leah stood up.
He sighed in relief as she opened the drawer and pulled out a wrapper that was quite obviously a condom packet. He'd forgotten Layla Whitney was her roommate; it was probably useful in circumstances like this. Pulling back, he brushed her cheek with his hand and smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes. "I want to. You're sure you do?" He stroked her face gently and looked at her, all the while yelling in his head. They both knew she was going to say yes, could they please just get on with it? When she nodded, he smiled and leaned in, kissing her with one hand resting on her neck, the other around her waist. He carefully lay back on the bed, pulling her down with him and settled the next to him, only breaking the kiss as he allowed her to take his top off, triumph filling him. Finally, he was getting something out of this. Well, something as well as... that. Putting the thoughts out of his mind, Rio allowed himself to forget about everything except himself and Leah for the next little while.
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 3, 2010 21:01:08 GMT
Leah nodded nervously, not trusting herself to speak. Her voice was probably doing that thing where it went all high, like it did when she was scared... Her heart started racing, and she hoped that he would think it was because the two of them were so close, rather than because she was so terrified.
Lights out...and on again
Huddled under the duvet, Leah shifted, so her back was to Rio's...front. They were both still having a slight case of nudity, which was a little embarrassing; not as embarrassing as the whole thing had been, though. And so painful... Wincing at the memory, she edged closer to Rio, her back pressed against his chest. He was radiating heat, something she needed a lot of due to the complete freezing-ness of being naked. Why, on earth, did people like sex? She hadn't minded it with Mark -before he'd...done bad things, obviously- but had never truly enjoyed it, always being too self-conscious to relax. And now, with Rio, it was just...painful was the first word that came to mind, awkward was the second.
Well, he'd seemed to have enjoyed it, which made it better. "Are you, um, okay?" she asked, not turning her head to face him. "I mean...did you...like it?" Leah's face flooded scarlet at the question, and she realized that he was probably going to ask her if she'd liked it... Her face was turned away from his, though, so she could get away with lying. "Um....we should probably, um, move. Because Layla and Tylar and Alicia might come back soon..." That was a good excuse to get up; save her from having to be all naked in front of Rio for any longer. However, she wasn't going to sit up before he did -then he'd see her, more- which left her stuck until he decided to get up and dress.
((Sorry it's crap. I wrote this with a seven minute deadline...finished it, as well. ^^))
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 4, 2010 19:32:08 GMT
Rio lay on his back, feeling peaceful, if a little dissatisfied. That hadn't been as fun as he'd hoped; she was a bit unresponsive. All the same, he'd just spent a portion of his life that would otherwise be spent... well, doing something worthwhile, but this would have its rewards, he knew. And soon; very soon. He smirked at the ceiling for a little bit, before rolling over onto his side to see Leah's bare back in front of him. She was curled up under the duvet, apparently mortified by the whole experience. He smirked slightly more.
She snuggled back into him, and he let her, dipping his head to kiss her bare shoulder gently. "Thanks," he murmured softly to her, before slithering halfway out from under the duvet and leaning over her to pick up his clothes. Then he rolled out of bed and pulled his jeans on, followed by his shirt, and turned around to face the bed once more, sitting down on Layla's as he waited for Leah to roll over. His whole body was tingling was anticipation. Sex was good; this was better, the only thing that was better. And he was a master at it. He could hardly keep his voice calm as he said softly, "I enjoyed myself. Did you?" He sat there, excitement boiling inside of him, waiting for her to turn over. He wanted to see her face, or it would be no fun, no fun at all...
He crossed his arms to stop himself fiddling with the duvet, his twitching fingers the only thing that was betraying his anticipation. He could hardly wait, he just needed her to turn over. "Turn over," he commanded softly, his voice still quiet and gently. "Look at me," |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 4, 2010 19:49:37 GMT
Leah smiled at the kiss on her shoulder, still embarrassed about being naked but feeling like that display of tenderness made it worthwhile. Probably made the whole encounter worthwhile; it was so sweet and kind of Rio. As he grabbed her clothes, she did the same, quickly pulling on underwear and slipping a dress over her head, relieved that Rio's back was turned. Yeah, they'd just had sex, but she still wasn't happy about him having seen her ribs; where they had broken a year or more ago -God, she couldn't even remember when it had been- they still stuck out at the side, hideous lumps. In reality, she knew they weren't that bad, but...no. They weren't nice to look at. "I enjoyed...I mean, I liked it." Was she meant to say thank you or anything? Rio was speaking to her, while Mark, the only other guy she had slept with, had always just told her to shut the hell up. Louise and her hadn't done stuff like that, not really...
At his request -no, it didn't sound like a request. Order was too strong a word, though- she turned around slowly, having a sudden ominous feeling, like the one she got when her mother called her downstairs for a Talk and she'd done something wrong the day before, or when she'd been called out of class to go to the head teachers office at her old school. Pushing the feeling away, she swallowed, turning over slowly and staring at Rio. She was lying on the bed again, having put herself back down after getting dressed, which forced her to look up at Rio because of her position, below him.
"Um...are you okay?" she asked, sounding concerned. "I mean, do you...what is it?" When people asked to talk to you, turn over, called your name or whatever, it was generally bad news. If it was something good, after all, they usually just blurted it out. This was...no. Leah told herself to stop being paranoid, smiling at Rio and realizing as she did so that she had previously been frowning gently.
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 6, 2010 17:58:56 GMT
Rio looked down at her impassively, standing up and pacing to the edge of the room to lean against the door. Even if Layla, Tylar and Alicia came back now, they wouldn't be able to get in until he was finished; not that he objected to having an audience, but if the audience was likely to rip his balls off and stuff them down his throat - which Layla and Tylar seemed likely and capable of doing, and Alicia... might; he didn't know her very well - he'd prefer to get things done in private. He let the silence extend for longer than was comfortable for most, simply gazing at her face, taking it in. This was the last time he was going to be able to look at this particular girl without her bursting in tears. If it wasn't, he was losing his touch.
After a long pause, during which he carefully selected his words, he spoke softly. "Tell me, Leah... do you love me?" he looked down at her curiously, wondering what the answer would be. Almost certainly yes, but he wasn't sure. She might try and guess what he wanted to hear and tell him that, but he wasn't convinced of her ability to read people, especially people who were as good at acting as he was. After another long pause, he added thoughtfully, "And Mark and Louise, did you love them?" There, that gave him something to work from. It didn't really matter what her answers were; he could go either way, depending on what she said.
Still, he didn't smile, simply stared at her blankly, face expressionless. If this didn't unsettle her, he'd seriously misjudged her, and considering he'd dated her for several months now, he thought that unlikely. Possible, just unlikely. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 6, 2010 20:50:10 GMT
Leah thought, for a horrible second, that Rio was simply leaving the room. When he stayed put, she relaxed, relieved that she wasn't about to be abandoned. The silence dragged on, the two staring at each other, and eventually she had to break the eye-contact. Looking down, she fiddled with the corner of the duvet, swallowing repeatedly to clear her suddenly dry throat. This was weird, very weird, and she was scared... She could feel his eyes on her and bent her head so her face was almost concealed, trying to work out what was going on. Had she said something wrong? Thinking back over their last few exchanges, she decided that nothing had offended him; there was nothing that could have. Or was he upset because she hadn't enjoyed the sex as much as she should have? Maybe...
His voice made her jump, the words themselves making her blush. Was she meant to say yes or no? "I..." Yes might scare him away. No would do the same, if he liked her. Leah decided to be honest. "I don't know," she said carefully. "I...you mean as a friend, right?" What a stupid question, she realized. They'd just...done things that friends didn't do, to her knowledge. No, he meant in the important way, and she had no idea what her answer was.
The second question made her cringe, just the mention of Mark making her pull her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "I liked Mark. I mean...until he...got angry," she said, carefully as she could. Rio didn't know about Mark, didn't know what he'd done, what he'd made her do... "And I...I really don't know...why?" She wanted to answer the question, to please him, but she didn't know what answer he wanted. Leah didn't even know what answer was true; no, she did. She had loved all of them, and if she was honest, she still was in love with Mark and Louise. If Mark deigned to talk to her, ever again, and didn't rape her, she would probably end up in a relationship with him again. The thought scared her, and she turned her attention back to Rio, finally looking up at him to see his reaction to her answer.
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 7, 2010 9:46:41 GMT
Rio folded his arms and stared at her, wondering how many times she was going to look up at him and turn away again. She was scared, that much was obvious. Good... he thought carefully about his words. He had to pick them right, or they wouldn't have the right sort of impact. His face remained expressionless as he looked down at her and said, "Have you always been this useless, or is it only after you got raped that you lost the ability to speak to people properly?" his voice was dead, cold as his face as he looked at her. Inside, he was excited, desperate to see her reaction, waiting for the pain and the fear to settle in... he stayed perfectly still, his face a mask. It was times like this that his acting skills really showed through...
"We don't talk," he continued remorselessly. "I talk, and you blush and stammer at me. You don't do anything for me, you just hang around and get in the way. You're practically asking for something to happen to you. No wonder Louise wanted to be rid of you. If she ever actually pretended to like you, it was probably out of pity more than anything. Pity, because you're the most pathetic person I've ever had the misfortune to meet. You're completely dependent on other people, you've got no idea what you put other people through by following them around like that, and you're so fucking naive it's unbelievable. All you seem to do is hang around me, play shitty, unrealistic love songs and fantasize about me. You only had sex with me because Jess Air did, and not because you want to. Does that seem right to you? And yes, I did sleep with her. While I was dating you. Because you've got to be the most boring person I've ever met," he smiled nastily at her, and shrugged. "In case you're too thick to get what I'm saying... we're over. Stop following me around, don't even look at me again. And if you tell anyone what I've just said to you, you'll regret it," he leaned back against the door. Now would be a good time to leave, but... he couldn't resist staying to see her reaction. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 7, 2010 10:26:38 GMT
Leah stared at Rio, trying desperately to unscramble his words into something that wasn't what she had just heard. He hadn't just called her useless, he hadn't just spoken about rape, he hadn't just told her she couldn't speak to people properly. He had said...she was beginning to worry, properly worry, that he had said those things, and why he ever would have said those things... "I'm not... I mean, I'm not..." She'd been about to deny that she was unless, but then thought about it. And how could she deny that she couldn't speak properly, when she could even say one stupid sentence without stammering? "I'm sorry," she whispered eventually, bending her head so she wouldn't have to look at him and deciding that his question was a hypothetical one. When had she become useless? She'd never been good at speaking...
His next words made her curl her legs up into her chest, wrapping her arms around them and burying her head completely: a natural defense position to assume when being attacked. "I'm sorry," she said again, slightly louder. "I try to do things...I don't mean to, um, blush, or...I really don't, I'm sorry." What did he mean by she was asking for something to happen to her? It sounded threatening, but Leah didn't dwell on it, too distracted by his next lot of words, flinching as though they were physically hurting her. In a way, they were; she was feeling sick, and there was an aching in her chest, from where she was breathing too quickly and shallowly. Just hearing Louise's name made her begin to cry quietly, when she was feeling so...vulnerable. "She didn't not like me...only at the end. She liked me." Closing her eyes, she remembered all the times when she'd been so sure that Louise had liked her; when they'd kissed, when they'd stood up for each other, when they talked about everything important... Maybe Rio was right.
His relentless torrent of words continued, hurting her more than being punched. Occasionally, she whimpered something in protest, but it wasn't until he mentioned Jessica that she stood up, bolting towards the door that he was standing in front of. Leah tried to push her way out, struggling to move Rio and sobbing. She was worried that she was going to throw up, worried that she was going to start screaming. "Please don't," she gasped, realizing that she was on the brink of a panic attack and not quite sure if she was begging Rio to not break up with her or just move out of the way. Resorting to using all the brute force she could, Leah simply hit him on the chest with all her strength, needing to get out of the room somehow...
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 7, 2010 11:28:59 GMT
Rio caught her wrists and pushed her back, easily knocking her onto the bed, and shook his head at her, a faint smirk dancing around his lips. "Are you sure? I don't think she did, princess. If she liked you, what changed? Why did she get a restraining order?" he sighed and tilted his head, eying her. Interesting reaction. She looked ready to throw up. Well, if she was about to do that, he was getting out of the way. On the other hand, it would be embarrassing for her if he was in the room while she puked because he'd dumped her... he frowned at her, mildly interested. He'd had all kinds of reactions to his breakups, and they never failed to fascinate him. Why were people so damn emotional? If someone was deliberately trying to humiliate him, he'd refuse to let it show until he was in private. Then again, he speculated, not everyone had quite the same emotional reactions as he did.
"Please don't what?" he asked cruelly, still blocking the door effortlessly. "Please don't break up with you? Please don't keep standing in front of the door? Please don't talk? Try, for once in your life, forming a sentence properly and I might actually understand what you want." It was unnecessary; his message had already sunk in deep, after all. All the same, the rush was going to his head and he was unable to contain himself. The lack of self-control was... unsettling, but he was enjoying himself, and he didn't try to stop. Everybody needed to let go sometime, right? He allowed his mask to fall away, smiling savagely at her as he waited for her reaction. Tears were all well and good, but Rio wanted screams. He wanted her to beg him to stay, to go... anything. He wanted her to hurt more deeply than she ever had before. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 7, 2010 11:52:37 GMT
Leah whimpered as she fell -no, was forced onto- the bed, having a horrible feeling that comes with being pushed onto beds against your will. He wouldn't rape her, she reassured herself desperately. He was Rio... His question made her continue to sob uncontrollably, shaking her head to indicate that she didn't know, not trusting herself to speak until she managed to control her crying. For a minute, she stayed seated on the bed, feeling both nauseous and humiliated. It took a minute of deep, calming breaths and occasionally attacks of hysterical sobbing before she could manage to speak, and her voice was all horrible, like it usually was when she cried. "She...we just stopped getting on...she did like me." Then she managed to ask the question she'd been trying to formulate since he'd first said...things. "Do you...do you not like me?" This brought on another round of frantic sobbing.
"Please don't...please don't..." Unable to decide what she actually wanted, she squirmed on the bed. "Please don't leave me," she eventually whispered, knowing it was pointless. If he stayed, would she really be able to continue a relationship with him? Whenever she'd look at him, she'd just hear him calling her useless... No, she'd stay with him, but be unhappy, and somehow that was still the only thing she wanted to do. Leah had the desperate urge to run to Rio and hug him, something she had found extremely comforting when she was stressed before. But now she was trapped, and couldn't go to Maddy or the twins or see Manuel...
The most important question still hadn't been answered: why? She knew the reasons for him leaving her -they were burnt to her memory, echoing in her ears- but why now, after she'd just slept with him? Or...was that why? "Why...why now?" she asked, quietly. "Is it because...I wasn't...good? At...sex?" The awkwardness that came from saying sex to someone that had just broken up with her made her flush. "I'll do better, in whatever you want, please..."
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Nov 12, 2010 18:22:29 GMT
Inwardly heaving a sigh, Rio continued remorsefully. "If two people really like each other, they don't just 'stop getting on'. There had to be a reason," he lifted an eyebrow and moved forwards to stand over her, looking down at the girl who's heart appeared to breaking. It's just words. Just words, nothing more, he wanted to tell her, but that would ruin the effect he was striving for - and achieving beautifully. He crouched down in front of her, put one hand on her knee and looked up earnestly into her eyes. "And princess, I've just given you a few. I'm willing to bet one or more of those is the reason Louise dumped you," he smiled at her, and there was no emotion in it. His lips curled up, but his eyes stayed dark, gazing into hers intently. "No, Leah, I don't like you. Never did, never will. Well-" he amended that sentence. "I thought you were cute at first. Then I actually... met you," he shrugged and patted her on the knee before straightening up.
So predictable, the begging and crying. He sighed and sat down on the bed beside her, resting one arm casually around her shoulders and hugging her close, brushing his lips against her temple and turning his head to murmur in her ear, "You'll do better, will you?" in a split second, several choices flashed before him, which he mentally reviewed and rejected one by one, weighing up the pros and cons. One: reject her, leave her crying and alone in here. It would cause a lot of damage, perhaps more than she'd ever suffered. He'd already done enough, but he could lose a golden opportunity to watch her heart breaking. He wouldn't have an opportunity like this in quite a while, and to walk out now, while potentially very effective, would mean he wasn't there to enjoy it. Two: stay and talk more to her. It might be a bit of a waste of time; words could only do so much damage, and his had done enough. He could get so much more out of her, with only a little persuasion. And if he was good at anything, it was persuasion. However, eventually she'd stop listening to him and then he'd just be wasting his time. Three: take her up on her offer. If he played it right, he could do more than words could ever do. On the other hand, he could mess it up, but he'd never messed up before... "Well, practise makes perfect... or so they say," he continued, tugging her a little closer and pressing his lips against her cheekbone, making it clear what exactly was on his mind. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Nov 12, 2010 23:38:15 GMT
But they had just stopped getting on, Leah thought. They had never fought, not really. It was just when she had seen Louise talking to some guy outside of their history class...then she'd flipped, started becoming a little more possessive. If she thought about it, she knew that was the turning point of their relationship. It was just...she didn't particularly want to think about it. "There wasn't a reason," she insisted, as well as a crying, shaking girl can insist. The hand on her knee made her flinch, her entire body tensing. Usually when he touched her, she relaxed after a second; she just needed to reassure herself that it was Rio, not somebody that was going to hurt her. But now she knew that he could hurt her...
The news that he didn't like her, and never had, hurt more than anything else he said had. It was starting to really, really remind her of the things Mark had said to her, but she stopped thinking about that. Her stuttering was becoming worse with stress, and it was getting harder and harder to force words out, mainly because of the tears. "Why did you say you did?" she eventually managed to ask, not able to understand why he would lie about liking her. "Thank you," she whispered when he said that she was cute; an instinctive reaction to Rio praising her in any way. "What did I do when you met me that made me so bad? I'll change, I promise..." Leah planned how she could change; stop stuttering. Start speaking like a normal person to start with - Rio probably wasn't the only person that thought she was a freak because of it, and her blushing. Everyone must do...
She began to shiver at Rio's arm, wrapped around her shoulders. At the kiss, she froze completely, not moving aside from dragging her legs up to the bed and wrapping her arms around them. "I will do better," she promised, more to herself than Rio. "I'll...what...what should I do?" Another stupid, embarrassing question, but she didn't know. Was she meant to...no, there was no way she'd do that. No matter how much guys liked it...it was gross. Mark had made her, once or twice, and it had just been so... Leah was still blushing. Whimpering at the second kiss, she bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. Rio could do what he liked, if it would make him stay...
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