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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 27, 2006 12:12:51 GMT -5
Jeremy wanted to know who had been calling her, but he wasn't about to grill anyone for information. He hated that, because mostly he kept to himself--unless you were speaking of... erm--something else. Yeah, that.
Instead, he stuck to light and airy, glancing around her room and then back to Adrienne as the noise of the phone slamming shut ran over and over in his head, for some reason. Damn, this girl was a bitch. He could handle it, though--hell, Rachel was his sister. "Guess you don't really like the person on the phone? You don't have to spill shit if you don't want to." He said.
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Post by Adrienne Martin on Sept 27, 2006 12:27:58 GMT -5
“His name is Jackson, and I hope he dies. He was inviting me to his…baby shower.” Say the words just pissed her off even more. Sliding off the bed, she went for the black beach bag that lay on her lightly done carpet, rampaging through it until she found a Marbol lite. Shoving it in her mouth she lit it and went to her balcony to open the door. It looked over the tennis court, a guest house, which she didn’t know E had, and the pool.
“We’re having a party. At that club…are you going?” She asked, her voice mellower and her tone much more relexed. It semmed the Adrienne was just a bad habit in her self.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 27, 2006 12:36:07 GMT -5
He walked out behind her, glancing subtly--yeah, right--at her ass as he did so. Standing next to her, he looked out at the gorgeous sprawl of the lawn and Orange County. It never failed to stun him, much as he hated the town. No, correction. He didn't hate the town--he hated the drama, the lies, the backstabbing, and even the romance. Romance in general was okay, but these people took it to another level. It was like they fell in love to climb the social ladder--not for themselves.
"Yeah, if you're there, I'll go." Jeremy replied. He didn't intend it to be a pick-up line--just to slip in that he was interested in her, somehow. He did this often, so there wasn't any lame confusion before shit started. [/size]
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Post by Adrienne Martin on Sept 27, 2006 13:02:34 GMT -5
Putting out the cigarette before she was half way done with it, she turned to face him and hugged him, it was the easiest way to reply without letting her voice crack, and with out having to go put on her make up so her eyes wouldn’t get puffy. That just wouldn’t do. And she wasn’t about to show any signs of weakness. No. That didn’t happen.
For second she felt sick, but then dismissed the idea. Not Now. Give it an hour.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 27, 2006 13:16:28 GMT -5
Shit, she wasn't one of those physco hug-me-I-need-you girls, was she? Dammit, he had fucking warning signals for those! But no, she wasn't. Adrienne had made that point earlier, so he wasn't about to worry now. She had hugged him, though, for no reason. Was she upset? Appreciative? Probably upset. This was how girls handled it. If Jeremy was a girl, he would be just like Adrienne--especially after Jessica's car crash.
"Hey." He said softly, pulling her a little closer. He didn't mean anything by it--he was just being nice. He hadn't come here to be a physcologist, but he could tell she wasn't in the mood for a hookup. Maybe later, maybe never. Whatever. It wasn't as if sex was a freaking rare thing. "You okay?" She was short enough to rest her chin on his shoulder, he noticed. [/size]
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Post by Adrienne Martin on Sept 27, 2006 13:39:03 GMT -5
“Let’s go do something. Being inside is depressing…. Which is not good for the lines that will start appearing on my forehead.” Adrienne stated randomly. What the hell. She was gonna let herself slid this one, and this one and only time. It couldn’t possibly kill her, could it? Nopee.
Pulling back. She looked at him. She had used the time to pull her self together, and she looked like Adrienne again. Bitch-y whore bag gaze, and an expression that’s says ‘Yea, you want me. Don’t lie.’ She switched her gaze from Jeremy to the back area of the land. Hmmm….
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 27, 2006 13:43:04 GMT -5
He pulled back from her, grinning. She was funny. It was nice that Jeremy kept realizing little quirks about her--maybe he didn't completely trust her a person on the whole, but he didn't trust anyone--and Adrienne was really fun to be around. Like him.
"What you want to do is good with me." He laughed. "I hate being inside, too. Maybe we could go to the beach, or something. Your choice."
Running a hand through his hair, Jeremy inspected the expression on her face. She was fading back to that come-hither glance. Didn't she realize that her normal face--the one that showed actual emotion--was a lot sexier than that smirk she was wearing? He could see through her facade--whatever had caused her to break down, even for a moment, still caused her pain. It always had, it probably always would.
Whatever. She was smoking either way.
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Post by Adrienne Martin on Sept 27, 2006 16:18:12 GMT -5
Pulling back, and stepping back into her room, she headed to the connecting door, to go through her closet. This was nothing like E’s but it was roomy. Whatever. Selecting a Cancun wash jean mini and a white bathing suit, she hurried out and into E’s room to steal her shoes. Just a few moments latter she cam back, 3-½ inch heel in hand with a clear heel. Very cutee.
Scooping up the clothes, she dumped them, and her pack of cigarettes into the bag, she pulled off her pants to replace them with a pair of white shorts, and slipped her feet into a pair of blue round toe sling backs. Instant-a-goddess. Then with a breath of excitement she blankly stated, “To the beach!”
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Post by Jeremy Schellenberg on Sept 27, 2006 16:23:38 GMT -5
Jeremy watched her go about changing in admiration. He really didn't care about clothes--his Diesel jeans, black leather blazers, white tee shirts, dark button-ups, and Lacoste polos were enough for him. Taylor often called the look 'bad-boy-prepster,' which he found funny. He had added a New York flair to an Orange County wardrobe.
He laughed. "To the beach. We'll take my car--it's out in front. C'mon." He grabbed her wrist lightly, taking charge of the situation and leading her out of her room, down the stairs, and into his black Cadillac SUV. His baby. "Like it?" He asked.
Of course she did.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 14:09:22 GMT -5
“Aw, It’s a Doll!” Adrienne replied, letting emotions slips. Fuck it. And put of pure Adrienne-Ness, She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, and winked. Whatever. Today she was going to have a little fun, and things didn’t go as planned she do him, and consider it a hook up, and be on her merry way. Maybe shack up with that guy E was dancing with at the lessons. It sure as hell would be funny to watch her heat up….
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 28, 2006 14:18:27 GMT -5
"Thanks." He smiled, turning the key in the ignition, putting his foot on the pedal, gripping the steering wheel, and... the car jutted out of the driveway. Jeremy drove fast. It made him feel dangerous, even though he probably already was.
Jeremy, though, almost rolled his eyes as she kissed him on the cheek. Was that all he got? A peck on the cheek? Surely he was worth more than that. Well, he'd just have to see how much she wanted him, he thought as he pulled the big black car into a parking lot at the beach. He went around and opened the door for her, offering up a hand.
Aw, what a gentleman. [/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 15:54:44 GMT -5
“Thanks, so much.” She said, not taking his hand, but getting out anyways. In the short time it had taken her, Adrienne had wrapped herself in a towel and changed her clothes, she was clad in her white bathing suit, with was basically Eve’s with a bigger top, and her skirt, and E.V. shoes.
Standing out side of the car she questioned Jeremy lightly. “So, how did you meet Elizabeth?”
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 28, 2006 16:09:07 GMT -5
"Well, a long time ago. But I came back and went to dancing lessons--Cole hadn't arrived yet and she looked a little worried. I decided to save her ass. I'm a fucking white knight, I guess." He smirked, stepping back from the car a bit.
He walked down toward the beach, making a motion for Adrienne to follow him. Just because he was on her turf, he wasn't letting her play him like she had seemed to do with so many guys. Jeremy Schellenberg always kept control.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 30, 2006 1:43:17 GMT -5
"Lovely." Adrienne nodded, then went on.
"Wil you, like, come swim with me? Let's do something lame. No ones here, and everytime I try stuff like this is ends up in a hook up. You would enjoy that. Trust Me."
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 30, 2006 17:32:01 GMT -5
"I'll swim with you." He said with a smirk, loving that idea. But whoa--she had just killed the potential hookup by mentioning it. "You're so sure I'll like it?" He laughed, putting his towel down on the sand and pulling off shirt. Whoa, six pack. [/center]
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