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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 18, 2013 13:55:05 GMT -5
I poke out my lower lip playfully before smiling as his arms wrapped around my waist. Our lips meet for a moment and I sigh as she walks out of the room. "Love you too!" I call, opening my drawer and grabbing the little abggie that held the ecstasy and stuffing it in my pocket. I did love Jason.. and that was the reason why I was doing this. I look at the clock- five. It was a bit early to go out. I shake my head and walk down the hallway and lean against the door, coutning to a hundred in my head to ensure that Jason had gone. I peek out the window before opening the door. I lock it behind me and stuff the key into my left front pocket before starting down the stairs, brushing my red and black hair from my face.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 18, 2013 22:12:54 GMT -5
~Le Skip 3 hours~
My head was aching and I finally had long enough break to call Calden and I really hoped he would answer. I step outside and lean against the wall, grabbing a cigarette and taking a drag before dialing Calden's number and holding my phone to my ear as the dial tone rang.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 18, 2013 22:26:43 GMT -5
-le after skip-
The flashing neon lights. The music that threatened to burst out my eardrums. I loved it. I push my hair out of my face as I giggle at something Drake said, nodding a bit. "Wanna dance?" he asks, already standing. He takes my hand and drags me out onto the dance floor, his hands finding my hips. I grin, grinding my ass into his crotch. My red and black hair falls into my face and a flash hits my eyes and I blink, assuming that it was the lights.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 16:15:05 GMT -5
I look up as someone walks out the doors and huff when Calden doesn't answer his phone. The guy looks at me and shakes his head, taking his own cigarette and taking a drag as I did so with mine. He knew that this was the third time I had walked out her to call Calden, each with no success. After a while, he offers to take my part today and I accept before driving to the apartments. I was kind of pissed that he didn't answer my calls but he could just be asleep. That would make it all acceptable. Once I'm inside, I see that he's not even in the apartment and a growl escapes me. We told each other that if we had to leave at any time to tell the other but not in this case evidently. I go to my room and lock my door, knowing he wouldn't be able to get in and angrily toss myself onto my bed and decide to sleep. I was beyond pissed, beyond furious.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 16:54:24 GMT -5
I giggle as he spins me around, lips crashing to mine before I pull away, pushing my bangs out of my face. "I wanna drink." I slur, grabbing Drake's hand as I maek my way off the dance floor. My hazel eyes land on Bree for a moment but my drug and alcohol clouded mind doesn't register that she may be a threat, just that her face was tilted down towards her phone, a malicious smirk on her face. I plop down in a seat as Drake moves off to the bar and I tug my baggie out of the pocket of ym skinny jeans, pulling out the last tablet, a blue one with a dolphin on it. I put it on my tongue, closing my eyes happily for a moment. What had I been missing out on?
(Jason gets pic next post.)
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 17:16:31 GMT -5
I look over my room for a minute until I hear my phone ring and groan. If it was Calden, he was going to get a fucking earful. I walk over to see that it's Bree and that it's a picture. Yeah, it was probably best if I ignored her but at the moment, I was too pissed to care. I sit on my bed and open the message to see Calden kissing a guy and immediately know it's not photoshopped; she was too much of an idiot to even know how to work photoshop. I throw my phone at the wall and growl once it shatters. My head goes to the pillow and I feel tears fall down my cheeks. I walk over to see if my phone was decent enough to see the picture and see that it is before placing on my nightstand and punching the wall, amazed that it was hard enough to make a hole.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 17:50:57 GMT -5
I giggle as he comes back and I take the drink from, him to take a gulp of it, raising my eyebrows as he sits down beside me, our legs brushing. I finish the rest of my drink in a large swig and lips meet mine before I'd even sat my glass down.
-le fade/skip-
I stumble across the apartment parking lot, the hundred dollars a reassuring weight in my pocket. I start up the stairs, foot clipping the end of one so that I trip but I don't fall, catching myself on the railing. A drunken giggle escapes me and I try the front door to find it locked. I pat my pockets down and huff when I don't have the key. "Jason? You home? Let me in!" I call, knocking on the door a few times.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 17:57:10 GMT -5
~After~
I look up when I hear stumbling on the stairs and growl when I hear Calden's drunken giggles. Being me, I get up and open the door before going back to my room and locking myself in there, not even waiting for a welcome from him or even looking at him. He could do all he wanted to try to get me in a better mood but I was far beyond fucking pissed. I hod the proof in my pocket that he had cheated on me and he could deny it all he wanted to but there was no doubt. Bree had sent me three more pictures of Calden and that same guy over and over again until I told her that I had enough. My thighs were now going to be scarred by this memory and it was going to be all I would ever want to forget. The first person I truly love enough cheats on me; not surprising, everyone else did but it hurt.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 18:01:25 GMT -5
I look back as the door opens and my brow creases as I watch Jason's retreating back. "Where ya going?" I slur, walkng in and shutting the door behind me. I flip the lock and run a hand over my face before a sudden feeling of nausea washed over me. I hold it back and shake my head a bit, wandering into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. "Jason?" I call, wondering where he'd gone. I mentally shrug and take a sip from ym can, shuffling down the hallway and pulling the money out of my pocket before hiding it in a sock.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 18:07:48 GMT -5
He speaks and I don't reply as I lay back on my bed and close my eyes in hope to get more sleep instead of cry some more. He calls me and I ignore him again before grabbing a bottle of vodka from my closet and taking a large gulp and laying back again. He had nerves to come back home after everything. Maybe in the end he was doing it to break up instead of making me find the balls to confront him about all this shit. More tears fall down my face as I think about it and I hold back all sounds that wanted to escape me as I huff again.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 18:12:40 GMT -5
I huff as he doesn't appear and I take another swig from my can. I set it in my dresser before sitting on my bed and pulling my shoes and socks off. I put them off to the side before tugging off my skinny jeans to pull on a pair of gym shorts. I drop the socks and jeans into the hamper in the corner of my room before picking up my beer again. "Jason? Come on, didn't you miss me?" I ask, shaking my head a bit. What was going on with him? Could he.. no, he couldn't know. How would he have found out?
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 18:16:18 GMT -5
I take a swig from the bottle before putting it on the nightstand and growling when a glass hits the floor and shatters at my feet before hesitantly unlocking my door and going to the kitchen for a broom. No matter how pissed I was, I tended to be a safety freak about broken glass. I sweep it up and walk back before tossing it into the garbage and heading back to my room, sincerely hoping I didn't have to see Calden magically waiting in there for me.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 18:28:08 GMT -5
I'd since reassured myself that he couldn't know about what ahd happened earlier before I jump as a bottle hits the floor. I hear Jason walk by my door and I get to my feet from where I'd been laying on my bed, tossing my empty can into the trashcan as I passed. I lean agaisnt the doorframe as I wait for him, looking up as he started down the hall. "Hey, baby." I slur, holding out my arms to him with a drunken grin on my face.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 18:33:27 GMT -5
I look up when I see Calden at my door and growl before walking past him. "Don't call me baby," I hiss as I walk to the bathroom to lock myself in there again. He smelled like alcohol, all over. He drank so much it sunk into his clothes, his breath. A huff escapes me and I sit against the door, remembering the lock on the bathroom didn't work and knowing he knew that too. I hated that this was how it was; me avoiding him and refusing to even look at him. It hurt me more than it hurt him, I could tell anyone that and know it was true.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 18:42:10 GMT -5
"What?" I whine, watching as the bathroom door slammed shut after him. "I just wanna hug." I huff, crossing my arms over my chest in a pout even though Jason couldn't see me. "Whatever." I huff, turning to walk back into my room, angrily slamming the door behind me as I flop onto my bed, staring at the wall. But the E still had a hold of me, as did the alcohol. I couldn't just pass out. I get to my feet after a minute or so, pushing my hair out of my face as I pull down my gym shorts and dig my skinny jeans out of the hamper to pull them back on. If he wouldn't hug me, there was someone who would.
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