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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 4:19:07 GMT
Rose When the bottle was dropped between her bare legs, Rose stared up at Levi in shock, pure shock, then grimaced, grabbing her head. "Levi," she whispered harshly, crawly at the side of the bed as her other hand held her head. She hastily yanked the comforter with her again, glaring at him though it pierced her skull from the effort. "Holy shit," she cursed at the pain, curling into a ball again. When she recovered again, she blinked up at the bed, saying his name again sternly, "Levi!" she demanded in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake the whole house and most importantly, not wanting to hurt her head anymore. It hurt to talk, to breathe, to think. Shit. What the hell had happened last night?
"What the fuck happened last night?" she cursed, rolling onto her back and holding her head again. Like a crawling bug, her fingers found the bottle of aspirin shakily and she started to uncap it with her eyes closed in a grimace. Maybe if she was able to get rid of the pain she could focus on the fact at hand: to find out if she'd fucking slept with Levi Anderson.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2014 4:30:11 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
“You got drunk.” Was the deadpanned response, Levi looking up with a shiver; knowing full well he probably won’t be able to sleep unless he went back to bed. His hand reached out for his belt, slipping it on while still laying in bed, arching his back to do so. As he grabbed his sweater, “and I took you home.” He slipped the fabric on over his torso.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 4:35:19 GMT
Rose His word swirled in Rose's head until she finally took the water off the counter and cocked back her head to get down the pills, wincing as a sharp pain went through her head, all the way down to her neck. Everything felt fuzzy and hard to see, but she still noticed the flash of his shirt going back on. Okay focus Rose, she told herself, sitting up so she could see him better, trying to keep the bile down.
"You...and...me...did we, uh...?" she motioned around her, then at him, looking with wide eyes into his, scared of the answer she might get. She was so stupid it was embarrassing, and even more so if she let something happen. Something she'd never, ever forgive herself for doing if it was during a night of random, stupid drunkenness. "You know," she played with the comforter now, wincing, running her black and chipping finger nails over the fabric softly, cheeks flushed.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2014 4:53:22 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
Blinking, realization his Levi. “We slept in the same bed, yes, because your drunk self asked me to. As for, doing the do, or fucking; no.” He stated, standing up and wiping off his jeans.
“While you were drunk off your ass, as much as you dislike, I have morality in me.” Levi grumbled, rolling in bed like he didn’t want to get up. “I don’t drink, I was sober, no worries you’re still a virgin.” He didn’t mention that last night she had come very close to losing it.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 5:04:18 GMT
Rose Instant relief filled her features as she grabbed the comforter around her and laid down in it to stop the throbbing of her head. "Thank God," she murmured, nuzzling into the pillow. Her heart had died down from embarrassment and worry, and she soon fell asleep in no hurry.
-skip one week later- As she stepped into the cafeteria, Rose inhaled the smell of food and blinked at the loud noise of people. Her friend, the new one she'd made, named Mia, stood by her side. She was a sweet girl, one Rose was thankful for meeting, and head captain of the volleyball team. Rose hadn't talked to Holland once since she caught Levi with her, and they most definitely weren't friends anymore. But Rose had moved on, only glaring at her a few times in the hall, and finding her own group of friends which were better anyways. Walking, backpack slung over her shoulder, Rose's sun flower patterned dress tickled her legs and moved with the wind around her. Her hair, curled again, washed out behind in the wind as she passed. Just by looking at her, you'd never guess she was a wreck only a week ago, in the grace of her foster brother, and hadn't made a fool of herself at a party.
Yes, the rumors had been crazy. But Rose had gotten over then around Tuesday.
Now Friday, she was confident in her stride, even though all eyes were on her and Mia as they passed to sit down with the rest of the athletic girls of the school.
Zayn Zayn was sitting with his friends, lounged on the lunch bench like he owned the place. A toothpick was being bitten between his teeth as his ark, beady eyes scanned the room. Seeing Rose, it reminded him of something. Or someone. Someone he hadn't seen all week and still deserved a beating. So, Zayn's gaze traveled through the lunch room until he found him; short shit, who sat not too far off. Zayn's lips curled in a smile as he started to roe up his 'posse' to help him, ignoring the looks from Holland at the end of the table.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2014 5:15:09 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
It was natural for Levi to sit alone, sure there was Zoey who waved him over once in awhile. Levi didn’t take her up on the offer and instead ate at a recluse table with a kid named Ian, who really was too nice for his own good and a girl names Felicity who talked to Ian sometimes. Levi would answer questions, but the table ate in silence.
Noticing Ian looking up, almost sweating, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ian wasn’t one to look fearful; he looked like a lost puppy that still loved you if you kick him. This was unusual, this was—he stiffened, feeling a presence behind him.
Looking around at Zayn, Levi glared. “Fuck off.” Were his only words, leaving it at that.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 21:46:29 GMT
Zayn Wiping his nose and shaking his head with a sarcastic laugh, it didn't take Zayn more than a second to grab onto Levi's shoulder and throw him back with as much strength as he could muster off of his seat. "Fuck head, don't tell me what to do," he spat and, seeing that Levi was on the ground now, sent a swift kick to whatever body part he could hit. "You don't get to be a short little shit who kicks me and thinks he gets away with it." The crowd began to grow from just Zayn's posse to more kids wanting to see what was going on. A circle started to form and instantly girls and boys shot up to go see what was happening. Which made Rose notice too. Rose "What's everyone so worked up about?" she asked, looking back at her measly small, roll of bread, and tearing off a small piece to place on her tongue. Eating always was a chore for her it seemed nowadays.
"Come on!" Mia, who had gotten up from the table to pee minutes before, came shooting out of the crowd and yanked on Rose's arm to get her attention.
"What? Why?" Rose asked as she stepped one leg out to start walking, looking back to set down her roll and thankful she didn't have to stare at it anymore. Well, she was happy, until Mia said,
"It's Levi, your foster brother, right?" with worried eyes.
Rose swallowed as they still hurried towards the still growing crowd. "Yeah but wh-?"
"They're fighting," Mia said simply, but Rose wasn't listening anymore. Her friends hold on her was freed as Rose suddenly pushed through the crowd at a horribly fast pace, shoving by people to get to the middle of the circle, her heart in her throat. Carolyn was going to be so pissed if Levi started a fight at school, and he might get sent to a different home if he got in enough trouble. Rose had to break it up while she still could.
But the damn crowd was so thick that she was literally grabbing people's collars or backpacks and throwing them aside to get through, standing up here and there on her tip toes to see if she could see into the middle, but never able to being the mass of gawking heads got in her way.
Tommy Tommy was there. He was. He'd became friends with one of Zayn's posse members, Al, and he'd been sitting with them at lunch. Now, his body was one of the many creating the circle around Zayn and Levi to hold other out, watching, but not doing anything about it. If he didn't push people back, he'd be thrown into the middle, and with how mad Zayn was looking, Tommy might become his new target. And he couldn't have that.
Zayn tried picking up Levi to shove him around the circle like in the movies, amusement on his face. When and if Levi came to Tommy, he'd have to chose; push, or be pushed. And Tommy was almost crying with the fear of which one he'd pick.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2014 22:07:14 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
Slowly, Levi picked himself up from the ground, feeling his lungs once again regain air. He promised Carolyn he wouldn’t get into fights, no more trouble; but Levi couldn’t do much about the circulating crowd around him. Staring at the taller man, Levi dodged one, but was unexpectedly shoved forward into the arms of the other man to be thrown again on the ground. Sliding on the linoleum floor, shoulder probably sporting a new bruise. He glared, with cold grey eyes as he once again picked his body up.
This time, Levi used his small height to duck under Zayn and kick his legs out. He backed up towards the crowd, looking over at Tommy calmly. No emotional difference, daring the boy to do something.
Zoey Palchak ; ;
Zoey had to stand up on a table to watch, “Levi!” She called, but her voice was drowned out from the crowd. Desperate, Zoey looked over at Tommy, mentally shouting for him to let Levi run and get out of there. For the fight to be done.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 22:59:10 GMT
Zayn Zayn cursed as his legs buckled beneath him, but he caught himself with his hands before falling to the floor. "C'Mere you little shit," he ran forward, like a football player almost, from his crouched position and was aiming to tackle Levi off of his feet. Just in case Levi, dodged, he held out his arms so that he could try and grab a piece of him as he ran.
Rose Rose pushed by another person but there seemed to be a wall of Zayn's posse holding people back so that he could take care of Levi. Though she couldn't get through, Rose's blue eyes could finally see him. Levi, fighting Zayn. But it seemed like he wasn't the one trying to make the fight, but Zayn was. Rose's cheeks flushed with anger and she grabbed the wrist of one of Zayn's friends, yelling in his face to let her through but he just elbowed her back, right in the gut. Some air was knocked out from her and she almost fell, but the annoying crowd of people she'd pushed through was enough to keep her on her feet, strangely. After she composed herself, Rose pressed herself into the guy's arm again, ignoring his comments of "Get off, whore!" and opening her mouth to scream, "Levi! Levi, get out of there!" Tommy When the ice of Levi's eyes landed on Tommy, he almost passed out, seeing the coolness in them but daring him to do something. Tommy couldn't, wouldn't. Not unless he was forced to.
Which, he didn't know yet, but he would be.
But for now he was frozen in his space, eyes wide, holding people back and gritting his teeth when they jammed into him from behind.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 26, 2014 22:59:30 GMT
Zayn Zayn cursed as his legs buckled beneath him, but he caught himself with his hands before falling to the floor. "C'Mere you little shit," he ran forward, like a football player almost, from his crouched position and was aiming to tackle Levi off of his feet. Just in case Levi, dodged, he held out his arms so that he could try and grab a piece of him as he ran.
Rose Rose pushed by another person but there seemed to be a wall of Zayn's posse holding people back so that he could take care of Levi. Though she couldn't get through, Rose's blue eyes could finally see him. Levi, fighting Zayn. But it seemed like he wasn't the one trying to make the fight, but Zayn was. Rose's cheeks flushed with anger and she grabbed the wrist of one of Zayn's friends, yelling in his face to let her through but he just elbowed her back, right in the gut. Some air was knocked out from her and she almost fell, but the annoying crowd of people she'd pushed through was enough to keep her on her feet, strangely. After she composed herself, Rose pressed herself into the guy's arm again, ignoring his comments of "Get off, whore!" and opening her mouth to scream, "Levi! Levi, get out of there!" Tommy When the ice of Levi's eyes landed on Tommy, he almost passed out, seeing the coolness in them but daring him to do something. Tommy couldn't, wouldn't. Not unless he was forced to.
Which, he didn't know yet, but he would be.
But for now he was frozen in his space, eyes wide, holding people back and gritting his teeth when they jammed into him from behind.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2014 23:35:45 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
He ignored the cat-calls and shouts of peers, enemies, and foster siblings; Levi solely intent on dodging Zayn, eyes narrowed. His body moved to the side, only to be grabbed by the stronger man’s arms by his shoulder and neck; sending Levi towards him and to the ground at his feet.
Coughing, Levi sucked in breath. “Bastard.” He spat, spitting some blood from where he bit his tongue, wiping his mouth with his arm and sending a trail of it on his skin.
Zoey Palchak ; ;
Watching in horror, Zoey cupped her hands over her mouth; “Tommy!” She shouted, motioning for him to help.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 27, 2014 0:21:49 GMT
Zayn Zayn wasn't smiling anymore, despite his slight advantage. His face was blotchy with anger and the vein in his neck bulged. "Shut up, short shit," he spat before trying to send another kick to Levi. His strategy was to get the kid pinned down, and then punch him until he felt he was 'punished' enough for fucking with the wrong Zayn Malik. Rose Rose was so consumed over what was going on that she didn't notice Tommy, nor did she care at the moment about him. Rose's face was ashen, her stomach in her toes as she hopelessly watched, still trying to push through. "Levi!" She kept screeching, scared for what Zayn was capable of and not so much how much trouble Levi would be in afterwards. Tommy He heard Zoey, and his large, alert eyes flicked to her, acknowledging her. His gaze was snapped back to the circle as one of the guys shoved him forward, yelling "Hold him down!". Tommy froze, looking down at Levi with scared, unsure eyes. But Zayn's rough time barked at him, "Grab his arms! Down!" He instructed him and another kid and Tommy was forced to make a decision he wasn't wanting to make. Popular or Family? |
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Post by shades on Aug 27, 2014 0:27:59 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
His body fell to the ground with a slam, not before kicking out his legs to hit Zayn and shoving his elbow into the boys gut. More people came closer, and grey eyes narrowed; he never had been in a one-on-many situation for long. Usually Levi would have a buddy or others willing to help when he was a kid, at that time he was a decoy, and trained to avoid, knock down, and defend himself. It was how he grew up.
It was just like before, except there wasn’t anyone coming to his rescue anytime soon. Picking himself onto his hands and knees, Levi watched as felt someone land on his back; causing Levi’s body to stumble slightly so his elbows were holding both of them up. His teeth gritted, eyes flaring, Levi was not going down to easily. He would make hell before he let himself be overwhelmed.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Aug 27, 2014 0:57:57 GMT
Zayn Zayn growled and tried to get Levi on his back, moving and using wrestling moves he used freshman year as his friends moved aside until they could come back to hold down his biceps once on his back and Zayn could get in a few punches. Tommy would be one of those people. Rose Screeching, she clawed still but to no avail. |
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Post by shades on Aug 27, 2014 1:04:41 GMT
Levi Anderson ; ;
“Oof!” Levi felt his spine protest at the feeling of being pressed down; glaring up at the ceiling and looking at his captures. Well, the boys he was fighting. A death glare was shot towards everyone, even Tommy, daring them to try something.
His wrist was suddenly in a tight grip, causing Levi to lung for it. Another hand gripped and slammed his arm and wrist down in mid-hit. Growling, eyebrows twitching furiously, Levi shot his foot out to an onlooker; sending the boy down.
He didn’t shout curses, his lips were in a thin line with his teeth clenched and iron filling his mouth.
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