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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 5:21:14 GMT
{ this is that moment I'm talking about where we need to throw their dynamic with other people, you know? instead of just sexy time one on one. xD Because they already mended their relationship, sort of, now like if we had ECH on here we could move this there and have it being one of those secret-relationship where they throw around insults at each other and everyone thinks they hate each other but really they're together and the likes what. }
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 5:32:41 GMT
-shrugs- I'm fine with anything  |
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 18:46:01 GMT
{ or, instead of going forwards in time; we can go backwards to when they were a couple and be all adorable and shit. xD } |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 1, 2014 17:21:54 GMT
( that would be good! and lead up to when he cheated on her? )
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Post by shades on Jan 1, 2014 22:12:34 GMT
{ Yeah! Where would be a good starting point in their relationship? A week, month, Bastian being all idiotic and bold up against fucking Parsley and getting her instead him, you know. Plus, it'll probably be towards the end of Junior year for them too. }
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 2, 2014 2:05:57 GMT
[ maybe the paisley thing?? ] |
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Post by shades on Jan 2, 2014 4:20:16 GMT
{ First Meeting and First Date ; ; } |
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Post by shades on Jan 2, 2014 4:39:51 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian Skyes was single—well for the most part single. Well actually, he was single; which probably his eyes darting downwards with every woman (and man) he passed wasn’t getting noted by a particular other, he’d probably get slap by an overly jealous girlfriend. Or an ex, as had happened a month ago going down the hallway per usually—eyes flickering and checking people out. Yet he still did it, and Bastian didn’t say anything in regards to his…ah, slutty whore status. He was a proud young man, with daddy issues and self-conscious issues the likes. People made him happy, but commitments weren’t his thing for very long.
It was junior year for him and his classmates, which meant one more year in this hell-hole of school—unless his father pulled him out but that wasn’t likely. The man rarely cared so long as Bastian got good and acceptable grades (straight As) and rarely got in trouble (then usually Bastian is able to hide it), all-in-all life was good. His tall, lean figure stopped at his locker; the aluminum squeaking in protest as he grabbed his English book.
His green eyes flickered angrily as Robert Paisley came and shoved into him, the metal digging into his shoulder. Bastian bit his lip, a clever retort and painful hiss not escaping, self control. That was what he had, control of the situation. “Watch it queer.” Paisley snarled, waltzing over to none other than Lauren Moscow—another resident slut if Bastian had to figure.
Robert’s posture immediately changed, straightening slightly, his hips swaying in what might turn on woman—but Bastian blanched quietly into his still-open locker. The dick couldn’t even flirt right.
“Hey Lauren, how are you?” Robert leaned against the locker, his brown eyes glinting with mischief, a sly smirk. Bastian rolled his eyes, closing his own locker and resorting to watching, he didn’t care what Robert-fucking-Paisley did; he shouldn’t. However, the incredible urge to waltz in there and steal away the girl he’s been trying to impress for half the year—now that was more his style.
Bastian glanced at the watch carelessly, glad Paisley’s back was turned as the man continued to ramble and flirt; smoothly moving around so his arm was blocking Lauren from her friends, his hand trailing her arm ever so slightly. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 2, 2014 6:35:08 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren had been chatting with her friends about irrelevant things, like most times. Headbands, cars, boys. Her head was in the clouds, like it usually was due to the lack of anything serious in her life. Lauren had always had it pretty good; rich family, lenient parents, only child. Not to mention she was making her way up on the popularity scale and knew for certain she'd be there in no time. Or at least, that's what she'd been praying to the Popularity god since the beginning of her freshman year.
That day she had picked her outfit out precisely to match her newly dyed hair; she'd gotten it done the night before and was wearing it proudly. She wore a bedazzled hot pink shirt, low cut essentially, and tight yoga pants that were well, tight. She'd walked into school feeling refreshed, renewed. Like she was the queen. Today was her day. And it would've stayed that way if not for Robert Paisley waltzing over to her to flirt. Lauren wasn't one to put down a popular athlete, because duh why would she do that? Popularity was key to success in high school. But Robert was known around the preps at East High for his perverseness and drive to get into the female genders pants. But a talk wouldn't hurt anyone right?
As he blocked her from her friends, Lauren couldn't help but feel slightly trapped by his intimating body leaning over her. She caught only a few glances between his beefed body stature with her followers and then she uneasily glanced up at him. "Hi Robert," she greeted him, rather hesitantly.
When his hand began caressing her arm, her body stiffened up. Now, Lauren was the biggest slut around. But if she wasn't in the mood to be touched, no one was allowed to do so. And this was one of these moments. Especially since it was the creep entitled Robert Paisley. "Hey, not so fast," she giggled like her obnoxious self, pushing his hand slightly away from her, but nonchalant enough that it wasn't too noticeable. Her smaller frame was still practically pinned against her locker and only allowed a nervous smile to escape her lips, upturned towards Robert's pudgy face.
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Post by shades on Jan 2, 2014 11:31:03 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ;
Bastian leaned casually on the locker, his hands in his pockets as Lauren denied Paisley—ha she was in her right mind at least. He noted the posture change in Robert, as his arm perversely moved towards Lauren Moscow’s ass; hand gripping it tightly now. “Come on? Friday night, watcha doing? Maybe some time with me, huh?” Robert purred.
He wasn’t watching Robert at the moment, in the few seconds between touching Lauren’s ass, a twinge of jealously, and the urge to one-up Robert-fucking-Paisley; the young slut had pulled out a ripped piece of paper from his backpack and a pencil. Leaning on the locker, using it as a writing surface, Bastian was writing down something all so familiar to him and actually many ladies (and gentleman).
You see, Bastian started out from the bottom, loner, the very attractive young man who kept to himself and had nothing to say. Many guys would snort to their girlfriends and claim anyone who thought so strongly of their ass, and strutted like they owned the place—were obviously gay. Hah, he proved them wrong by being bisexual.
Currently, Bastian wasn’t an athlete nor did he follow any ‘lead man’ around; he did his own thing but was still considered a stud. His friends were all in the right places, knowing one of them for a long time and knowing them all quite well. In no time, he would be one of the top dogs of the chain—but that didn’t matter. He did his own thing, be great in bed, get good grades, insult Paisley, and visit France during the summer to see his mom. Most people considered him an out-of-nowhere popularity, and many have set eyes for his ass—not to brag. He rarely chased a girl or guy, and still had the status of manwhore and slut. Which made it really odd as he flicked the pencil on top of his fallen bag and glanced Paisley and Lauren's way before walking over; he didn't normally do this. And usually, it probably spelled trouble, and girls would be muttering about whether or not to accept.
“Actually, she’s taken for tonight.” There was that oh-so-cocky smile as Paisley swung around, still gripping Lauren too tightly for comfort. “Previous plans, with myself.”
Paisley narrowed his eyes, expecting it to be a joke. “Go fucking back to the closet, Skyes. I don’t care if your ass is the most wanted in the school—“ Bastian smirked, so it was! That made him feel proud.
“Okay! Can I take her,” he pointed to Lauren. “Because a partner in the closet make them fuck cubbies, which makes it like 20% better.” Bastian snarked, ignoring Paisleys snarl—his face blanking into something deadly cold.
“Alright, I’m going to be brief.” He looked Paisley in the eye, “first of all paws off the girl, second of all go away, third of all find yourself someone else because like I said she has plans.” Bastian smirked, stepping forward just as Paisley distanced himself.
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you Skyes.”
“I'm bisexual, not Paisley-sexual, now go doggy style Mrs. Carter or something, like the lap dog you are.”
Paisley probably would have run him into a locker if not for the bell, signaling class time in five; as the teachers began exiting their own classrooms to wait for students. Mr. Trevors, the business teacher, glaring their way. Obviously, he’s seen and broken up some intense make-out sessions at Bastian’s locker so it was likely that he was glaring at the lanky young man, testing him to PDA right now. Paisely growled, stalking away; Bastian would probably get rammed into a locker later.
Totally worth it.
Bastian held out the paper to Lauren, his smile returning. He was a fucking knight in shining armor, this is noble shit right here. He deserves a ‘saved a fair maiden’ metal or something—then again it was Paisley. He would do anything to make Paisley mad.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 2, 2014 19:02:57 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren wasn't one to reject offerings such as a tight squeeze to the ass. But coming from the perve Robert Paisley, that she wasn't okay with. Her heart had hammered in her chest and she'd tensed up at his very patronizing touch. She squirmed slightly to get out of his hold. "Robert stop," she wiggled and realized his grip was hurting a bit. With any other male that might get her popularity up, Lauren would've been way past turned on. But it just had to be Robert.
The second Bastian waltzed up, she was not too excited about. She'd heard rumors of Bastian and his whoriness; how his ass was what everyone wanted. Hell, seeing it shake towards in that moment made her want to destroy it like the others. But Bastian had a small bad rep and she hadn't spoken to him more than once before. It kind of shocked her when he pressed between her and Robert and shoved his sexy little face into her business. He was now officially part of her business.
"Uh-" she replied to his comment, her uneasy gaze flickering back and forth between the brute and the sex god. Just like herself, Bastian had obtained a high whore-stature and had been in bed with man people, including men. But the fact that he was trying to save her made her feel slightly flattered. No guy had ever fought for her before. Mostly hit and dumps, those were the "relationships" she was used to. Even in friendships they weren't real with her. It was okay though, she'd set herself up for this life style. Being popular took lots of hard work and determination. She didn't mind it all that much, but Bastian's motives prevailed as Roberts grip left the top Of her thighs hastily.
"Thank you?" She stared, a bit puzzled by This new sex lord who was standing right before her. Her emotions were all over the place. Was she turned on or relieved? Was she attracted or annoyed? Lauren didn't know.
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Post by shades on Jan 2, 2014 19:22:08 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian smiled, looking down in a rare humble, flattered, and shy way. “Look, don’t feel obligated; but apparently you and I have plans tonight.” He scratched the back of his neck, breathing his mint-y-as-always breath slowly; trying to figure out his next words. “7 PM, dinner, if you’re later you catch me on the couch for a movie or two, any later well—depends on your protest to spending the night.” He winked, running a hand over his white teeth. The piece of paper still in his hands, with his address and number on it.
Most people probably should be terrified, Bastian was a feral beast—or rumored at least—and spelled TROUBLE to men and women alike. A young man on the hunt. Maybe it was just in bed, and bad telephone, because Bastian honestly was a smutty, romantic and shit, person. And unlike Robert-fucking-Paisley, he asked consent. Not every date ended in sex the first night, second, or third. Though Bastian admits to getting bored, but he puts on a game face for romantic shit.
“Wear something nice.” His oh-so-cocky smirk was back, looking back at Mr. Trevors as the teacher tried not to keep attention on Bastian, but was obviously on vendetta for the lanky, young man. Pale green eyes glinting in mischief.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 2, 2014 19:48:41 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren's fierce blue gaze flickered over Bastian's features, taking him all in. He was handsome, that was for certain. But as he began speaking to her she realized his usual cocky appearance flashed in and out and was sometimes replaced by a sweet demeanor. Her heart beat fluttered a little as she took the paper from him slowly with a small smile.
"I'm sure I could for you in," she scoffed, flipping her hair slightly over her shoulder. Her followers were keeping their distance like they should, and she'd have to explain to them over what had just happened. Lauren's mind was in the clouds slightly.
Lauren, being the slut she was, always had her number written down somewhere in order to give it to other drooling makes who she thought were worthy enough. Bastian was no different, for now. And hey, maybe he'd bump up her popularity like she always hoped. "And how about you call me up?" She flipped out a small piece of scrap paper, daintily slipping her manicured acrylics into his fingers, hoping for it to tickle briefly. Guys liked when things tickled. |
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Post by shades on Jan 2, 2014 19:59:35 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian smirked, holding the paper up; trying to keep his perverted mind from the light tickle of her finger tips. He noted how ugly his chewed finger nails were compared to her manicured ones, he‘d have to change that in the future. “Of course. You’ll have to let me know your favorite meal, I’ve had many times where I end up meeting a vegetarian and well—” Bastian frowned, those were the few dates that never went as planned. Some ended in angry sex, which was okay with him. But still.
The bell rang, signaling class would begin hastily. “So Lauren,” He leaned forward, teeth showing through his sly, Cheshire smile. “I’ll see you tonight then?” His gaze briefly flickered towards her friends, who were trying to ignore the pair but were doing an A+ horrible job at it.
In that brief moment of closeness, Bastian was gone, backing down the hallway towards his class. The oh-so-knowing smirk her way, picking up his backpack where it had fallen at his locker. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 2, 2014 20:19:10 GMT
Lauren Moscow Before Bastian walked away Lauren's long fingers coiled around his wrist. "Oh no, I'm no vegetarian. I like...meat," she lifted her eyes up in suggestion at what she meant, sliding her won bag over her shoulder swayingly. "I'omorrow it is," she smirked and headed down the hallway towards her girls. ( sorry for short post )
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