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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 3:37:44 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Smiling kindly at Mrs. Skyes, ignoring as Mr. Skyes was trying to get James his vegetables and not the meat; “It’s okay, way different than homeschooling…and full of…” His gaze traveled to Drew with a pointed look. “Interesting people.”
His Holy panties weren’t in a bunch, David may believe in a higher power and tries to be a good boy; however, even he could attest to having perverted thoughts, being rude, horrible, and even just bitter once in a while. Judging a book by its cover was bad, particularly with David. Though he would remain as respectful as possible in another household. If it was just him and Drew, David would be pointing out her fatal flaws like no tomorrow.
“But I’m sure it’ll take a bit to get used to their…” Once again his gaze looked over Drew, eyes flickering downwards. “crudity.” He finished, looking up again with a blank expression of no interest.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 3:46:37 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew's mouth turned up in a snarky smile. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll fit in sooner or later. Or, like, into some group or something," she twirled her fork in the air, waving him off like he meant nothing to her. Her heart pounded in her ears as she chewed a bite of food and swallowed roughly.
"Usually new kids fit in pretty well. I mean with you..." she shrugged, though her eyes flashed dangerously. "Who knows where that'll be."
Lauren's fork dropped to her plate and she gave Drew a 'look'. Drew ignored her, her gaze going back to her meal subtly.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 3:58:06 GMT
David Mabley ; ; David stared, she did not. Giving Drew a calm look, “at least I don’t do smutty and drunken things to gain popularity. I keep my hands o myself.” He shot back, eyes narrowed as he was very tired of the little girl he knew being gone. Far off. Somewhere else and he didn’t know who the heck she was.
Ignoring his mother’s gasp and apologizing to Mr. Skyes, “Bret is…um…boy toy number what?” His hand went up his temple as his elbow rested on the table. David giving Drew a quiet look with a raised eyebrow, because honestly, he didn’t care for people like her.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 4:12:24 GMT
Drew Skyes: Lauren's eyes widened as she listened to what David said about her daughter; her gaze flicking to Drew now and seeing her mouth drop open slightly.
Drew's cheeks instantly flushed with heat, her facial expression turning into dark anger. Usually, by now she would've reached over and smacked that dull look from his chiseled face and fought back - but he had pretty much just called her a slut in front of her parents. Her eyes flashed with a new emotion; hatred; as she gripped the side of the table. The chair was shoved back so she could stand, making a loud screech that echoed around them.
"Excuse me," she hissed through gritted teeth, stomping out of the dining room and towards the back door. It was slammed behind her roughly, disconnecting her from the boy who had just fucked everything up big time for her. Oh man Bastian was going to kill her.
With an angry yowl, her foot collided with a deck chair, sending it snaking over the porch and not helping to relieve Drew's anger all that much. Her fingers gripped the railing so tightly her knuckles turned white, her breath heavy with frustration. How dare he. How fucking dare he.
This whole dinner was a joke. If she didn't try to please them all the time she probably would've just smiled slyly and retorted with, "Well at least I can get something, unlike you, Pretty Boy. Wouldn't want you to go to hell, now would we? Actually, how about I just meet you there, along with your dad?"
Okay, maybe that was too cruel. Her mind was thinking a lot of talk for stuff that would never leave her lips, though she wanted it to. Oh man she wanted it to so fucking bad. Instead of thinking about it more, she tried thinking of some excuses for her parents or some shit. Man she was fucked. Fuck Mabley. Fuck his Holy shit. Fuck his judgement. Fuck him.
Because Drew was herself, her mind slipped into the vision of two hot bodies grinding up against one another. Not fuck him literally you dumb shit, she scolded herself, clawing at her hair angrily and letting out a small growl. The fact that this little shit was getting so far under her skin made her even more mad. Why the hell was this happening?
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 4:24:04 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Realizing what h had said, all eyes were on him. The Skyes were quite shocked, exchanging worried parental glances as their daughters nature had come out; disappointment also at the young man but they could hardly blame him. Anger, though, was rolling off his mother as she looked at him. “Apologize—”
“But—”
“Now, David Peter Simon Mabley.” The chair slid across the kitchen floor with a small grind, James laughing at David’s two middle names only to be hushed by Mr. Skyes.
“I apologize for my rudeness at the dinner table. Excuse me.” He followed where Drew had left, hearing his mother’s angry sigh.
“Just recently after the anniversary of his father’s death has David been getting so different. I don’t know why.” She said as the door closed behind David. The dirty blonde standing shyly as he noticed Drew’s rage.
Biting his plush pink lips, walking forward so he could be seen approaching the girl, “hey.” David began, looking around the yard. “Look, sorry about that, I got out of hand.” He reasoned calmly, hazel eyes looking genuinely like he would apologize if she would let it go. But not knowing the Drew Skyes who grew up, he was falling into false hopes.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 4:35:19 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew's head dropped when she heard the sliding door open and shut, shaking her head with a sarcastic smile. This was just great.
When he spoke to her, she turned to look at him, her face contorted in ironic humor. "Sorry? Is this the fucking forth grade?" she snapped at him, facing him now head on and crossing her arms over her chest, eyes blazing. "I think it's about time you grow up, Mabley. Maybe you'd think twice before telling my fucking parents that I sleep arou-" she stopped, her breath exasperated as she shook her head. This was all just horribly funny to her.
"I'm not ashamed of who I am. You might be a good boy or whatever the fuck you are, but I'm not like you. I have to work to be who I am," she pressed a finger into her chest. "And who I am, is a slut. And I like to drink," she was being a bit over dramatic and hello why the fuck was she even giving him an ounce of her breath? He didn't deserve any explanation. But here she was, telling him all about her shit. She leaned forward, her grin crazy wicked as she stretched out each word. "And I like to fuck guys. It's not a secret. Well, not anymore!" she threw up her hands, smacking them back down onto her jean thighs.
Suddenly she found herself very close to David, her finger poking at him. "You are not like me. I'm not like you. That's how it's going to stay. I don't care if they force us to sit in a room together and talk about our fucking problems!" she shouted a bit. "I. Don't. Like. You."
Her chest heaved with the effort as her green eyes blazed in anger.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 4:44:02 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Looking down, letting her rant; he was used to kids screaming in his ears after a few months. A female yelling? Different but not wholly child-like. Drew was telling him every fatal flaw and he just grimaced, sex and drinking; he has never done either of them. Maybe because David has never had the social interaction or guts to go to a party which could very well involve that.
“Grow up?” David’s eyebrow rose, “you’re telling me to grow up and there you can’t take consequences like an adult. I don’t care whatever you do, sure I’m just the opposite; virgin and never drinking or whatever.” He lived on a diet of juice and water, his mother was very anti-soda so David rarely got any of that.
“Look at you, dressed like a child wanting to grow up and be like the big kids. Reality check, growing up is maturity and a job; not sex and drinking.” He retorted bitterly, scoffing lightly as he batted away Drew’s finger. “I’ve grown up, what the heck did you do all these years?” So much for apologizing.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 4:56:02 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew rolled her eyes, scoffing loudly. "Of course life is jobs and maturity to you, Pretty Boy. You're too scared of going to hell to actually live while you god damn can!" she motioned around her, hair flying a bit. "But if I look around me, Stud, I'm already in hell. I live in hell," why the hell was she telling him all of this. God damn it, shut up Drew. Her arms dropped and she crossed her arms over her chest again. "Oh yeah, you probably wouldn't know anything about hell because your Daddy raised you in church like a good little boy," she pressed her hands together as if praying. She didn't think two seconds about mentioning his dad.
"Well I'm fucking sorry you can't live a damn day in your life. I know guys like you. They think they're doing what's best for their salvation and their lives. They think they can stay "sober and cleansed". They walk around like they're on a fucking high horse and the world doesn't mean shit to them." She threw her hands up again. "There isn't enough room for all of us in heaven, Pretty Boy."
Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered over him, feeling the harsh words gathering on her tongue before she meant to say them. "Well at least I don't have Daddy Issues."
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 5:05:21 GMT
Daddy Issues. David just about snapped at that point, pressing his nose close to Drew’s. “I may be a church-goer and have my faith, but don’t you ever think I haven’t seen hell. I’ve been to South Korea, Vietnam, Africa, Egypt, Israel; I’ve seen the starvation of Africa and how wasteful America is. I’ve seen nuclear threats. Hell is horrible, and I don’t want to be trapped in it eternally.” Shoulders shaking, it was impolite to hit a girl first and David had his respect.
“You think I sit on a high horse of salvation? Drew, you don’t know me and my faith. I may try to be good, but I’d be damned if I told you half my mind and executed it externally.” Breathing hard, nobody insulted his father. They didn’t dare do that, his teeth clenched and gaze hardened.
“At least my parents were a reasonable age when they had me, were matured, and raised me like so.”
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 5:18:52 GMT
Drew Skyes: A sarcastic laugh, and then, "Well, didn't your parents plan just turn out great," she motioned to him, her voice soft but deadly. That sentence could've meant anything, really, about his Dad or about how he was as a person. They were both fucked up, she knew that. He hid behind his salvation and she hid behind her partying and sex.
With a squint of her eyes, she studied him carefully. Plump pink lips, sparkling eyes, puffed chest, exasperated demeanor. She'd probably gone too far with the Daddy issues - hey, she was smart in school, but not when it came to people. She pushed them away. Wanted them to love her, but that was never the case. There was no possible way for them to. She was, well, all of her nicknames and worse. Drew feared for her salvation all the time, but something told her she'd never change.
After another quiet moment, she spoke. "Just stay away from me, Pretty Boy," her voice was quiet, tired, and out of comebacks. He was right, duh. She'd never, ever admit it. But the fact that he cared enough to call her out on her faults - that made her heart tinge with a big of regret. Tomorrow morning, she'd be back to her normal, bitchy self. But while the night lasted, she'd probably cry a bit to release her anger. There was really no other solution. With a sniff, she moved towards the door, turning her back on David Mabley and walking back into her house, closing the door behind her roughly.
As she passed the table, Lauren saw her and cleared her throat. "Drew is ev-"
Drew turned to Mrs. Mabley, no emotion on her face. "It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Mabley. I'm excusing myself from our little 'get together'," she used air quotes, then quickly turned to leave up to her room, where the door was slammed.
"Drew Madeleine Skyes!" Lauren called but it was too late, sighing in defeat. "I'm awfully sorry about her behavior tonight Jillian, I don't know what's gotten into her."
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 5:28:18 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Not far behind, David entered, ignoring everything. “I’m sorry once again, mom, I’ll be waiting in the car.” His flushed cheeks as David walked across the house and out the front door. Pulling out his phone with pictures he had downloaded and never showed to Mrs. Skyes; but instead he pulled out his earbuds and placed them in the usual spot. Slamming the car door, David leaned back in the passenger seat.
Bastian had glared at the boy for most of the time he was walking out of their house; making sure James was okay he grabbed Drew’s plate and followed his daughter up to her room. Knocking on the door, “sweetie, it’s me. I thought you’d like dinner at least.” He smiled, looking down at his daughter as she opened the door. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” He asked, green eyes blinking behind his glasses.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 5:38:06 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew was buried in the blankets and pillows of her bed, trying to hold back the tears. When her dad knocked on the door she turned slightly to face him, then stared at the wall blankly. "No thank you." She said simply, curling up into a ball and hugging the pillows tighter to her body. She was just in the mood to sleep and be done with the day, wake up, and have her horrible life back on it's dangerous track.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 5:43:51 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Nodding, her dad closed the door. Knowing after the Mabley’s left he and Lauren would have to talk privately. It seemed Drew and David had differences to get over, and he could tell Lauren liked their presence. It would be best to compromise on how to deal with the two teenagers. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 5:59:50 GMT
Drew Skyes: Just a regular party, that's all Drew was going to. Friday night, big rich guys house (that yes, she'd fucked once), free booze and hot dates. Drew was indifferent about going, feeling the stress of the past few weeks weighing on her heavily. She couldn't believe she hadn't gotten wasted in over a month - too long. With all the frequent visits from David and his mother making her feel like shit, she thought a night on the town would be really nice.
And fucking crazy.
Her bare feet scratched the pavement dully, not making her cringe from pain when she stepped on rocks and shit. Her feet had long ago callused over so she could walk around barefooted without dying. The movement of her gaze flickered through the ground anyways, searching for glass or nails just in case. Bret was long gone, no longer a part of her amped life; though he wanted to be. Sad texts of: You were the best i ever had. and I love you, don't break my heart. Came everyday from him, but she deleted them no problem. He wasn't the first boy to follow her after she got rid of him.
Surprisingly enough, she'd came to the party with a few of her tough, bitchy friends; Ariel, Larissa, and Bailey. They all were the group who slept around and partied a lot with college aged people. Like this party, it was a mix of college and high school, no one could really tell the difference unless you were a total party virgin or something. Like David. But David would never show up to one of these parties.
As they entered the front door of the large house swarming with people and pulsing with dance music, Drew and her friends moved towards the dance floor automatically to start grinding with boys they didn't know and on each other. Hey, that's what girlfriends were for. They helped each other get laid. A few head nods were given to Drew, but she just swayed her hips at them and moved on. Boys had to come to her, not the other way around. Playing hard to get was her favorite thing.
After a while of dancing, she and Ariel moved to the side of the living room, from there she could see into the kitchen from where they were perched. They gossiped and sipped drinks subtly, not ready to get drunk too much. Drew thought she'd take her time; like sex, it was a slow, seductive process that ended in her waking up regretting what she'd done. And yet she'd do it all over again a hundred times if it meant not having to face the real world.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 6:10:42 GMT
David Mabley ; ; David was very awkward at his first party, for one, he didn’t know if there was any alcohol. It all seemed like sweaty and dancing bodies, which he could easily avoid; but the drinks were making him lick his lips every time someone passed. Hazel eyes following along towards the drink table as he looked it over; “you thirsty?” A voice spoke from behind, pouring a drink, looking David over.
“Y-Yeah, whatcha got?” Never drinking much sodas besides 7-Up and Sprite, the other darker drinks were much unfamiliar tastes to him.
The other woman smiled, handing him a cup. “Here, it’s Pepsi.” He tasted it, not realizing the unfamiliar taste was alcohol as he downed it slowly. Licking his lips, David nodded; he liked it. The drink tasted exotic and like rebellion against his strict dietary, health-nut mother. E had said he was visiting a student’s house who wanted to go over Robotics; he probably was going to spend the night.
David didn’t realize that it was codeword for party, and once he was in the house it was impossible to leave. With all the shoving and moving, he had lost the door fairly easily. So, David did the logical thing and sit in the corner and drink what he thought was plain soda. Ignoring all the pressures to dance, even some girls he recognized as Drew’s friends or integrated with that clique were there.
His thumb rolled around the cup as he sipped what was his—what was his fifth drink? David couldn’t explain why the lights and dancing was blurring, but he kept licking his lips and breathing a bit more heavily. People noticed him, and he would just shoo them away. His speech becoming slower with a slight slur of the words. Thankfully, he was still fairly coherent at this point.
Not in his right mind. Noticing the one girl he probably should expect, and dislike, but instead David Mabley waved over at Drew. He was drunk, experiencing it for the first time, and hell he was smiling stupidly from across the room from the girl. His dirty blonde locks ruffled, his red t-shirt hanging off his body in a light sweat from the heat of the room. He wore his watch, which was now turned oddly as David had been playing with it and his purity ring most of the night. |
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