《Smii7yxOC》Dance?
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"Right. I am never doing Pax again. A man came with his sister and when I had a photo with them he grabbed my butt. Luckily my camera was set up so I will have all of the needed evidence for my Twitter." Not a soul was happy about what I had said. Disgust and annoyance left as they made comments about him. Most being comments about him being a pervert.
The car ride was mostly quiet though. The few who were in the car with me sat on a device of some sort. Phones or consoles. Not a proper conversation held until Craig gave a shout.
"You two fucking?" He looked back in the mirror as Sami stopped whispering into his ear. I pretended to be confused whilst I also looked at Jaren and Grizzy. Acting like Craig had spoken to them. Though Grizzy had an idea. He grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek.
"Fuck off my bitch. Craig had to learn this last night." I set off laughing as Jaren made it out like he was possessive. Only I could even handle a dude like that with me.
"Shut up Jaren. You can't even move the air when you talk." Sami seemed to enjoy this as she laughed and agreed with me. Only for us to pull up at the location. My eyes then set on the building.
"This is going to be hell." I climbed out just after Grizzy and walked to the desk. Where a lesser spotted Tyler was talking to the man behind the desk. They seemed to be highly neutral so I ignored them.
"I know you." Evan's girlfriend looked and pointed at me. My cover had been blown for me purely by some miracle and a highly observant woman.
"Yeah. We have met before. Not directly but I liked you. I also liked your phone case." Her eyes went wider when she realised who I actually was but there was still something about me that took a second longer to click.
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"You're going out with John. You two went on a date at the same time as Evan and I." My lips quirked into a smile as she picked up the impossible pieces.
"I was but I wasn't. John and I aren't really in a relationship. Evan wanted me to give a stamp of approval. I figured a date would let me blend in more and it worked. How can you possibly remember that?" She gave me a knowing look and tapped her nose twice as if it were a secret.
"Cookie. You're the only girl on the poles. All of our girlfriends are pussies." I laughed at the manner of Tyler and especially as I was well aware of how badly he didn't mean any of it.
Jaren took this moment to move to my side and lace our fingers together. Making sure we never parted as we walked into the large hall. Meeting the instructor and walking to the available poles.
For hours we videoed and laughed. Trying to dance on a pole. Some seemed to be just natural. Marcel just couldn't get the hang of it. He was right by me and he kept putting me off. Jaren wasn't much better. Until the time came to an end and we all headed back to the house.
My eyes felt heavy but I still had a few more hours until it would be an acceptable time to fall asleep. My mind was so clouded that I was unresponsive. No social interaction was at all desirable. Only I was in a relationship and he seemed to be a very talkative dude apparently. Not that the almost year had told me that, his constant talks drove my all too often tired mind, over the edge.
I had barely made it into the garden for a slow pace around when he came out. Not a single cell in my body desired any sort of conversation so I gave a lame excuse about showering and headed in. He followed me.
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"Jaren. I am just showering. You don't have to do this." I kept level and calm though my mind was heavy and busy.
"I want to though. When I get upset you are the only one who will pester me until I tell you everything. Now it's your time. I want to help you." He had good intentions but my stupid ass had no patience.
"I'm not like you. I don't want to talk about it with you." He didn't seem to take it well and to be fair to him I wouldn't have either.
"Eleos. Just talk to me. I am willing to help you. We can sort this out and you can be a little more comfortable." The shower was on behind me and the towel on the radiator. No external force entered my mind aside from Jaren's words though.
"Maybe you can't help me. I'm not some sort of two year old who needs their booboo to be kissed. Besides, us being comfortable will never work. It sounds like we are settling. As if you are going out with me because I'm the only person who will go out with you. Like I am all you could get." I had raised my voice a little just as he had and then we hit a full-on shouting match.
"MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT. MAYBE I AM JUST SETTLING BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I AM THE ONE WILLING TO HELP. YOU AREN'T EVEN WILLING TO GIVE IT A GO. AT THE SCENT OF SOMETHING GOING WRONG YOU RUN AWAY." Never in my almost twelve odd months of knowing him had I heard him shout and be angry. My body was shaking slightly. Only I was so stubborn I couldn't give in.
"PERHAPS BECAUSE YOU ARE A PIECE OF COMPLETE SHIT THAT ONLY WANTS ME FOR MY BODY. YOU HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF STICKING AROUND. WHY SHOULD I LET YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT?" He was pure rage. He was rage personified. He looked red with a pair of clenched fists at his side.
"I TOOK A HUGE ASS RISK BY GOING OUT WITH YOU. I COULD HAVE BEEN HURT AS BAD AS YOU CLAIM TO BE." Jaren was going personal and I wanted it over. Only he didn't seem to be budging.
"YOU TOOK A RISK? DON'T YOU THINK I TOOK A RISK? I AM YOUNG AND NAÏVE. SO NAÏVE. AND DON'T YOU THINK THAT MAYBE JUST MAYBE THE IDEA OF A FULL-ON RELATIONSHIP SCARES ME? WHAT IF I GET HURT AGAIN? I'M 19 AND YET I HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH SO MUCH SHIT DEATH SEEMS TO BE KINDER. NOW FUCK OFF AND SETTLE ELSEWHERE." Fuming and pissed, Jaren opened the door before finally giving his last few words.
"IF YOU'RE THAT SCARED PERHAPS WE SHOULDN'T EVEN TRY. WE CAN TAKE THE COOKIE APPROACH." I felt the fear of the fight kick in and my eyes spring with red, hot tears. None falling. Not until he left me be.
"FINE. JUST LEAVE ME THE ALMIGHTIEST FUCK ALONE." And with that, the door was closed and Jaren left. Both of us were crying.
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