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there's a sharp pang in her chest hearing him talk to her like that . knew she didn't deserve to be spoken to in that manner — no one did . nonetheless , she doesn't take it personal and opts to still step inside the room , closing the door behind her . " do you hate me that much ? "
‘‘ hate you ? ’’ hate was a strong word, and despite what people may have thought, there weren't a lot of people he hated. because hating someone, meant that you had to care to begin with. nothing held his interest long enough for him to feel that kind of emotion towards a person. instead, it was irritation or disdain. there's a glint in his eye, and he can almost feel the sliver of hope in her — right before he cuts through it with casual cruelty. ‘‘ you're not that important. ’’
" can you just calm down for a second -- it's not what you think it is . "
‘‘ it's not what i think it is ? your dick just fell and slipped into her mouth ? ’’ she could fucking laugh. she wants to believe him, that this couldn't be true, that he couldn't do this to her. but no. she'd seen this story before and she knew how it ended. ‘‘ you fucking disgust me. ’’
" i'm holding you back ? " he stares at her blankly , letting the statement marinate . " holding you back from what , molly — fucking your way into a championship ? "
" i'm doing what i have to do — and no one, not even you, is going to stop that. " it's cut into the air as sharp as a knife, malice laced in every syllable.she needed this. and her mother had always told her that whatever was in your way was only an obstacle rather than a complete barrier. " you should want this for me. "
“did you think i wouldn’t find out ?”
“ did you think i didn’t want you to ? ” it’s almost laughable, really. they knew each other too well to be asking these questions. she knew he’d find out, just like he knew that she’d do something just to spite him. he hurt her, so she had to do it back in tenfold. “ you’re so fucking easy to set off. ”
He wasn’t sure what it was like, what made people end up in a place like this. Truth be told, the idea of his sister even being wrapped up in a lifestyle like this, was enough to make him uneasy. It’s why he hovered, she always looked over everyone else, who was going to watch after her? It’s how he met Blake, and why there’s something about her that he can’t shake. He’d always had a thing for broken things, after all— it’d be his and Ashton’s downfall. His gaze shifts to her, and he’s taking her bag out of the locker and bringing it closer so she can change into clothes more comfortable to go home in. “Because you’re smart, and kind, and funny.” He pauses, dropping the bag gently at her side. “And I like being around you.”
if you asked her how she ended up here, she’d tell you she didn’t know. she’d ripped out the pages of her past and made her own graveyard out of it. better that way. she let herself remain a shrouded mystery, because it was easier than letting people know the truth. there were times she had slipped, letting things reveal themselves through the cracks. how she used to never stay in one place for too long, omitting the part where it was her changing foster care placements. or how her grandma had made the best chocolate chip cookies, before everything went to shit and she never saw her again. it almost seemed like the perfect life. she’s watching as he pulls open her locker, her eyes shuffling towards the door carefully. they weren’t supposed to bring people to the back, vince had said for security reasons— or just another way to keep them all under his thumb. she’s slipping into the clothes, before slinging the bag over her arms. “ we should go. ” before vince or ramses or anyone else saw him in here. she’s stepping around him, towards the door that led out to the parking lot. ignoring his other words— until they reached the car. “ for what it’s worth, i like being around you too. ” and that alone was enough to scare her.
“I forgot my purse upstairs, it’s got my wallet in it. I didn’t realize your anyone else was going to be home.” Her gaze shifts behind him, to an empty hallway and her heart lurches. “Whose car is that outside?” It wasn’t his dads, not that she knew of at least.. and Amber hadn’t been home in weeks. “Is somebody here?”
she couldn't have came at a worse time. he was reeling from the aftermath of a shitty coke high and dealing with an unwanted visitor -- and now her. he could almost fucking laugh. " i'll get it. " it's nearly a dismissal, but it wasn't spat out with venom. he wasn't trying to hurt her.fuck. is someone here ? before he can even answer, say it's nothing, the door is turning, followed by a familiar redhead stepping out. fucking convenient. she's brushing by zena, with a smile that could rival the one of the devil's. leaving the two of them to sit in silence. " it's not what it looks like. "
Fingertips gripped around the nape of the bottle in his hand, taking a small sip and ignoring how it’s starting to grow warm from nursing it over the last half hour. He’ll set it down, glancing back at her now. His brows furrowed a bit, and confusion is quietly etched a crossed his features. He had never outright said it, but he figured that she’d known. He didn’t stay at the club because he wanted to, he didn’t give her rides home because he felt obligated. There was something here. “What gave you the impression I didn’t?”
she wasn't someone that people cared about. she never had been. she could count on one hand the people that were close enough to even give some semblance of a fuck, and he was one of them. someone that was cared about didn't end up in a shithole like this just to survive. they both knew that. " because why would you ? " truth was, it would only be a matter of time before he got tired of her too. and that feeling burns and tears away at her insides. she wants him to stay.
“ thank you for your services but , you are no longer of any value to me . ” / @getsevens
" you are so fucking predictable. " whatever cat and mouse game he wanted to play wasn't going to work. she wasn't going to beg on her knees for him to have her again like he was used to. instead, she'll bite. " all i have to do is say the word for you to come crawling back with your tail between your legs. it's that easy. "
A client, and he knew that there was no place between him to feel the way he did. But shouldering his emotions had never been his strong suit. Lips pursed, and he nods not saying so much in response before he comes to terms with the fact he has to say something. “I think there’s certain lines we can’t uncross.” He finally breathes, turning his back and toying with trinkets on the shelf in her dressing room. “I just want you to be careful.”
certain lines they couldn't uncross. and he was one of them. whatever this was, had been nothing more than a mistake. then why did she keep coming back for more ? " i don't remember where the lines end and begin anymore. " any boundaries she had set for herself had been clawed apart at her own hands. there was no one to blame but herself. " i'm starting to think you care, em. "just like she was.
“That guy? — you can’t be serious.” @getsevens
" he's just a client. " emerald knew that this was business, and getting him tangled into it had been a mistake. " you and i both know i wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole if there wasn't money involved. " even she had a price.
oh-- he's sorry, he's sorry, he's fucking sorry?! she'd never felt blood boil to the point of blurring vision. there's a tightness in her jaw now, pearls clenched with the emotion poured through a venomous gaze. her nose nearly wrinkles as the following words are snarled from the bite of canines. "sorry." it's merely a scoff, like he was nothing more than the ruin of her favorite shoes- instead of the empire of her broken heart. fuck him. her pacing is quiet, a few footsteps and she's standing closer now. chin tilts dangerously, irises normally fluttered in hues of hazel were churning like a storm in the distance. her breath touches the part along his, tongue delving to wet brims only as a taunt of selfishness. you can't have her- even if part of him always will. "you're sorry?" brows fitted together, scrunching gently with each syllable. "i remember." her tone has shifted, lower, almost a whisper. "let me guess- your cock accidentally ended up in her mouth? did you trip and fall into her gaping cunt?"
he should've expected it — he did expect it, and still, he isn't prepared for the whiplash that her anger brings. she's closer now, and he's cornered. she wouldn't let him leave, even if he had it in him. maybe if he didn't care about her, or if the last three years hadn't been intertwined with i love you's and promises that had now been broken, he could've. instead, he has to stand there and unravel in her newfound hatred. ‘ amaya, ’ he can't say anything that she wants to hear, and he knows his next words are going to blow up in his face, the moment they reach her ears. he has to be honest. ‘ it wasn't like that. ’ because it had always been more than physical with luce, even before he set eyes on amaya. even she knew there was something more beneath their friendship, it was why she hated luce — tali too, all of them. but he had tried to ignore it, thought he could get over it. and he did, until it all came crashing down. ‘ she just understands me. ’