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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 2, 2013 20:03:12 GMT -5
I frown as he snaps and pulls his hand away. I listen to him and look up slightly, deciding I could find some way to make him trust me. "If you want, I can let you stay with me. I live in an apartment and I have more than enough room," I whisper as I watch him struggle. I knew he was anorexic and it was going to be something I would stop him of once he trusted me enough. He wouldn't like it but I knew it would be worth it in the long run. "Or, even get you your own apartment if you want," I add after a while though my eyes were now focused on the ground. I knew he would probably still try to push me away but I wasn't going to let him do so as easily as he wanted.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 2, 2013 20:12:42 GMT -5
I look up at him dubiously as he spoke. Get away from Leah? Surely anything would be better than her.. right? Physical abuse would always be better than mental abuse, in my opinion. Though Jason was messing with my mind by claiming that he was gay and that he liked me. But, I'd rather deal with that than my sister. "O-Okay." I whisper, nodding once. He had no clue what he was getting into with that, though. I had no clue why I had just agreed to moving in with him other than the sheer fact that I totally hated Leah. She'd brought me here, uprooted me from New York where I had friends- even a boyfriend. She stood for everything that was bad in the world, or at least in my eyes. "A-And you don't have to worry about me bothering you, I'm usually never home." I add softly, looking at a fixed point on the forest floor. Yeah, usually passed out or high in some back alleyway.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 2, 2013 20:31:28 GMT -5
I watch as he nods and look down for a minute before looking back up. My fingers trail along the ground and I look at him again before smiling slightly. I hear his next words and shake my head. "I'd actually rather you be home more then. I don't like being home alone," I whisper before glancing up at him and looking back down. My fingers trail in the grass and do my best to constantly keep my eyes from him though I don't succeed.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 2, 2013 20:41:25 GMT -5
I chuckle bitterly at his words and shake my head. Like I was going to change anything for him. He'd just offered me a place to and then Jason was going to try and dictate my life? No. I sigh and push my red and black hair from my face before pushing myself to my feet, leaning against the tree for a moment for support. "L-Let's go get some of my stuff. Leah's probably still passed out from last night." I say softly, looking down at my feet. I still didn't know how this was actually going to work out, but anything would be better than living with her- even if I got beat up. "And my clothes are still in the gym locker room." I add, picking at my sleeves before pulling my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lighting one up before putting it back. I couldn't seem to go twenty minutes without a smoke, which made it really hard at school, so I had to time my bathroom breaks perfectly.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 4, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -5
I frown as I know he won't change and shrug mentally. I watch as he struggles to get up and I look down for a minute before looking bck up at his words. I force my arm under Calden to help balance him and smile slightly. "Since we'll be living together, think you could trust me just a little?" I ask, keeping my arm under him as I look over at him. It was probably useless but I wanted to find some way to get him to trust me. I keep my arm around him and begin walking to make sure that he wouldn't fall or something. That wouldn't be good for us.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 4, 2013 20:02:21 GMT -5
I want to flee from his touch as he an arm around me to help steady me. I could walk by myself just fine, it was just sorta hard getting up sometimes. I huff softly at Jason's words and don't reply, leaving his arm around my thin body as we start back towards school. I wanted to get my clothes from the locker before someone decided it would be funny to put them in the toilet- if they hadn't already. I finish my cigarette within minutes and angrily drop it in front of me and pause in my step to smush it under the toe of my sneaker before walking again. "Let's hope my clothes are still there." I mumble darkly to myself as the school comes back within sight and I push my red adn black bangs out of my face, still resisting the urge to push Jason's arm away.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 4, 2013 20:24:10 GMT -5
I hear the soft huff and decide not to push the topic further. Once he is done with his cigarette, I wait beside him before walking again. "They will be. While everyone escaped, I put them in my locker to make sure nothing happened to them," I say smiling softly at him. It was probably useless for me to keep trying so hard but if everything worked out right, I could finally get him to trust me. My reputation was the only thing I worried about, the only reason I had beat Calden for so long. It was the only way I could keep my position. If we started dating though, I would probably find a way to get out of it, even if it meant losing my spot on the team. I huff quietly and keep walking, looking over at him out of the corner of my eyes before sneaking into the locker rooms.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 4, 2013 20:35:35 GMT -5
I nod silently as he says that he put my clothes in his locker. I was thankful, yeah, but I wasn't going to show Jason that. If I did he might turn on me- something about me showing weakness or debt to him. I had just developed a prey mentality over time, and I couldn't help it. Soon we make our way to the locker rooms and I follow Jason in and over to his locker, hazel eyes downcast to my sneakers as he undid his lock. I look up and take my clothes from him, holding up my pointer finger to tell him to wait before turning to walk down the bank of lockers and turn to go down the other aisle. I didn't even want the potential of Jason seeing me. Or anyone, for that matter, that's why I was always either really early or really late to change. I quickly pull my black long sleeve shirt over my head, my emaciated frame exposed before I grab my hoodie and pull it over my head- it was too hot to wear a shirt under it. I then sit down on the bench to pull my shoes off, then my shorts down before I tugged my skinny jeans on, huffing as they got stuck. I bend over to straighten the seams and pull them on fully before doing the button and threading my belt through the loops. I then pull my Converse on before tying them and pushing my hair out of my face and gathering my things.
outfit: click
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 4, 2013 20:45:25 GMT -5
I knew he was slightly thankful though I knew he wouldn't show it. As we walk in and I get his clothes, he motions for me to wait and I sit down, leaning my head against the wall as I hum silently to myself. Fallen Star by Blood on the Dance Floor was stuck in my head and I knew that around Calden, it wouldn't seem so bad for me to hum the song. I pull out a my wallet, looking inside to see the picture of him I had gotten out of my year book. I was...weird. That was for sure. Then again, I had a crush on him for a while though never wanted to come out about it.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 4, 2013 20:54:46 GMT -5
I grab my book bag and stuff my shirt, shorts, and sneakers into it before slinging it over my bony shoulder and start back down the aisle, shoes scuffing softly on the tile floor. "Let's go." I say simply, looking over at Jason where he sat on the bench, looking at something in his wallet as he hummed. The tune seemed familiar, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I push my red and black hair from my face, sticking my bony arm through the other strap so that it wasn't pulling me so hard to one side. I roll my shoulders and start towards the door, hoping that my luck with not running into any other jocks or preps wouldn't run out.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 4, 2013 21:04:43 GMT -5
I look up when he comes out and quickly put my wallet into my pocket before smiling at him and standing up. "Want me to get that?" I asked, looking down at my feet before looking back up and smiling at him. It would probably take a while for me to gain his trust but I would start small. I open the door before he gets there and poke my head out, making sure no one was coming and smiling as I see no one. I look around for a minute though I'm waiting for Calden to come out. When I take a step out, my ankle pops and twists the wrong way, making me fall to the floor and curse under my breath.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 4, 2013 21:12:16 GMT -5
I hesitate for a moment as he offers to take my bag before I nod slightly and shrug it off to hand it to Jason. I roll my eyes as he cuts in front of me to stick his head out of the locker room door. I take a step behind him, watching as he fell to the floor. I stare at him, not knowing what to do. Maybe it would just be better to cut my losses and run, just go on about my life and pretend that none of this shit had happened today. Finally I squat down beside him,wondering what was wrong. "You okay?" i ask simply, not knowing what else to do. Maybe he'd just slipped and I was making something out of nothing. "Need help getting up?" I add, though it was kind of comical, the thought of me trying to haul him to his feet.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 4, 2013 21:22:02 GMT -5
I take the bag from Calden and smile slightly. When I hit the ground, I wince, knowing that I had strained my ankle far past what it could go through. I look up as he squats down and nod. I notice him ask if I need help up and shake my head. "No, don't worry about it. Quite honestly, I thought you would take the chance to run," I say with a slight frown. I knew it was more of the logical decision for him and I wouldn't have been surprised if he did run. After a moment, I find my way to my feet and wince as I stand on the ankle. I'd have to go to a doctor soon.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 4, 2013 21:29:21 GMT -5
I sigh as he nods in response to my question and I bite my lower lip, looking at the floor. I couldn't do anything to help, and I just hoped that no jocks would decide to walk around the corner. "I was thinking about it." I reply bluntly, shrugging my bony shoulders. I stand after he does, pushing myself off with the help of the wall. I wrap an arm around Jason's waist as if I'd be any help to him, and start down the hallway towards the school doors. We just had to cross the parking lot and then we'd be free.. I hoped. What if this all turned out to be one big prank? Well, if it was, I'd cross the bridge when we got there. I let Jason go to push the door open and hold it for him before resuming my position beside him.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 5, 2013 9:04:17 GMT -5
I nod as he says he was thinking about it and feel his arm around my waist as we stand. I smile slightly though I was sure that if I fell, he would too. My ankle couldn't have much pressure on it, leaving me limping through the doors. I lead him to my car and look around to make sure no one I knew was paying attention. I open the door and get in, unlocking it for Calden to get in. I sit up enough to dig my keys from my pocket and start the car before looking at him. "Thanks," I say quietly, unsure of what else to say.
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