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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 25, 2006 19:17:33 GMT -5
Pitiful. Horrible. Senseless. Screw the world. The damn dancing lessons were finally over and Jimmy was just itching to get his ass home. He had just spent the worst hour of his life, yet wonderful all at the same time, in some shit hotel. But this time, Jimmy wasn’t letting the good times get to him, Rachel or not. He was going to pretend as if none of it had happened. Jimmy refused to show up at cotillion. Refused.
Unbuttoning the first few clear buttons on his shirt, Jimmy stormed out of the hotel, jamming his hand into his left pocket and pulling his car keys free from them. His forehead was damp with sweat now, and his anxiety level was rising every passing minute. Keeping up his pace, Jimmy neared his car. Shit, he was supposed to give Spencer a ride too. Oh well, he wasn’t waiting; she’d have to find another way home. A finger padded a button on his key set, unlocking his car upon reaching it.
Jimmy leaned against his car, almost as if he was too tired to even open the car door and get inside. Considering the raging he had done, he probably /was/ too tired. He shut his eyes tight, breathing deeply before pounding a fist onto the roofing of his car. Anger management? No....heartache. The poor boy was suffering. He tried his best to cover up all of his emotions, and hell he did. Just back there, he kept all this shit that was now pouring from him inside. Fuck you Rachel. It was because of her that he was looking like a fool in the middle of the parking lot. Just ask him, it was all her fault.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 19:24:43 GMT -5
What the fuck was wrong with her? I mean, Jimmy? Sure, he was like the number one hottest O.C. bad boy, if you took her brother out of the picture. He was a cheating dickhead, but could she make him move away from that? Maybe. Maybe not. She could make most people do anthing, but maybe her history with Jimmy could distance her from that.
And since WHEN did first grade matter so much? Or middle school? It seemed so far away--like a black and white photograph, blurry and distorted--but still beautiful. Rachel, thinking all this, stormed pointedly out of the Montez, dragging her white Prada shoulder bag with her. Heels clicked along the sidewalk and she stood in front of the building, waiting for her car.
Fuck, was that JIMMY?
Dammit, she wasn't going to talk to him! She didn't even know what had happened, but she knew it was all his fault.
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 25, 2006 19:35:26 GMT -5
Re-opening his eyes, everything had been a blur for a good minute until Jimmy had blinked all of the haze away. He took in his surroundings once more, calming down as best as he could. He was sure he wasn’t crying, it was just sweat running down his face...right? Yeah, of course. Wiping the ‘sweat’ away from his face, Jimmy rolled over on his car, his back pressed harshly against the door. He took in a deep breath once more before realizing Rachel had made her way out of the hotel also.
Shit, she was coming towards him. God dammit. So, what better way to handle this like a man than just approach her also? Jimmy then lunged himself from his car after thinking about it for a second. He found himself walking towards her as she walked towards him. Though it seemed like such a far distance between the two, Jimmy found himself standing before the one girl who was now making his life hell. Speechless, the boy just stood there, folding his arms across his chest as if waiting for an explanation from Rachel. ‘So, go on.’ It what his eye’s seemed to scream down at her as he stared blankly, a small smirk about his lips.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 19:45:17 GMT -5
Rachel narrowed her eyes at Jimmy's glare. What the heck? Just a second ago he had been falling head over heels for her--or so it seemed. How did it change just like that, and did it even matter to her? There were too many fucking questions, but she knew she was pissed. Rachel took another step forward, putting her chin up a little, as if stiffening herself for a blow. Maybe she'd be the one throwing it, though.
There she was--standing in front of a literal emotional mirror image of herself. Angry, confusing, questioning, giving each other hell. That was what it was. "What the fuck are you trying to DO, Jimmy?" Was all that came out. She shook her head a little. She should have thought that through.
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 25, 2006 19:57:43 GMT -5
Damn, why had it been so hot outside? Of all the days... Panicked and almost a-dazed, Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows at Rachel. ‘What was /he/ trying to do?’ Wasn’t it Rachel who was giving him crap? Overly confused, Jimmy dropped his hands to his sides, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. He knew what he wanted. It was her attitude that got him. Finally, a few questions were answered, but now it was what /she/ wanted.
“What they hell do you mean by ‘what am /I/ trying to do?” he asked her, looking back towards her and throwing his arms into the air a bit. “What was that back there? Something was obviously going on. Or was that just you playing your little manipulation game?” she sat there, accusing her more and more, digging a deeper hole at each spoken word. A hole that Jimmy would not be able to get out of if he didn’t stop now. Oh what she did to him..
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 26, 2006 19:33:09 GMT -5
Rachel's anger took over again, and she forgot any pleasurable feelings she had expierienced while dancing with Jimmy. Why had she ever made such a stupid move? She knew this was going to happen--she knew it! They could never just be friends could they? No, they couldn't.
"Oh, so now it's my fault?" Rachel tried her best to muster up a sarcastic, even condescending tone--but apparently her vocals weren't with her, because all she sounded was maybe--possibly?--a little hurt. Damn him! What did he do to her? "Sure, something was going on, Jimmy, but why can't you except it? Why are you angry about that? What did I do?" She asked, pissed, not asking for an apology. [/center] |
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 26, 2006 19:42:00 GMT -5
The mere smirk upon Jimmy’s face had finally faded as a glare from the eyes took its place. He knew his feelings, but then again he didn’t. Or maybe he didn’t /want/ to know them. Either way, Jimmy was in denial. It was written all over his face. Surely Rachel could see that. Right?
Rachel’s tone only made everything seem just a bit worse. Jimmy lashed out yet again, his arms being thrown into the air as he spoke, well, yelled. “Hell yeah it is your fault! ’Cause this is what you do, Rachel! You lead a guy on, thinking he may have a chance and then once he thinks he is in there, you push him out!” he exclaimed, his face turning a light shade of red as he had. It was all true, but I guess it wasn’t /all/ of her fault, Jimmy did have a tendency to fall very fast. Which is funny only because usually that is the girl’s part. As Jimmy finished his explanation he grew silent again, waiting for what she had to say next. He shook his head slightly. Yeah, life was good. Heh.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 26, 2006 19:48:04 GMT -5
What the fuck? So all this was manipulation and games to him? Didn't he see--of all people--that this had been different? That all her usual flirtations got thrown to the wind and that all she could do was the mutter out meaningless words and stare at that gorgeous face of his? Didn't he fucking get it?
Boys were such goddamn idiots.
Rachel realized that she had to speak again.
"It's what I do? Isn't that what you do, as well? We're too goddamn alike, Jimmy! It's my fault that you're falling for me, or that I--maybe for a minute there--was falling for you?" Rachel was filled with the sudden urge to cry, but she didn't. She bit back her tears--because a Schellenberg didn't cry.
"Don't you admit to emotions? Why fight it? You're scared, Jimmy. Just plain scared--of falling too hard, or too fast. But why couldn't you just take a chance? Just leave it alone, let it be? Doesn't everything end in pieces? Why did you have to ruin it? It could've been beautiful--but you were scared." She said simply, offering up a shrug and wiping furiously at her eyes.
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 26, 2006 20:08:13 GMT -5
No, Jimmy didn’t understand anything at the moment. No, he didn’t realize that maybe--just maybe, she could’ve been falling for him too. No, he didn’t seem to have the patience with the whole situation. All of these were straight facts, and if told they may come out rather confusing. But there was one ‘yes’ fact to the whole problem; Yes, Jimmy had fallen for Rachel...once again.
Intently, Jimmy listened to Rachel’s words, taking in all she had to say bit-by-bit. He noticed her face twisting slightly in want to shed tears, but she fought them back. Ah, there went yet another piece of his heart. She continued to rip it, piece by piece. “I understand that we are too much alike. And yes, it does partially have something to do with what I do.” He stated, calmer than he had the whole argument.
/He/ was fighting emotions? What about her? Why couldn’t either of the two just admit it? Rachel was right, Jimmy /was/ scared, but he felt he had every right to be. Jimmy was aware of how she treated the guys. She would flirt and then watch them fall to their knees as she walked off. She had always been one to get to guys like that. It was many of the reasons that many of the girls were jealous of her. Just then, Jimmy stepped closer to Rachel, taking her within his arms. He didn’t want to see her cry and he now felt bad about everything. For screaming at her, and for blaming her, let alone dancing with her. It /was/ his fault.
“Listen.” Jimmy started, releasing Rachel and looking back down at her before continuing. “This is all my fault. I did fall or you. I am falling for you. I’m scared, you’re right. I’m afraid of my wants, my needs and life in general. I thought I could go on with my life...without you. But you do things to me. Unexplainable things. It hurts to want you, though it all feels right. I know what I want, but really, it’s about what /you/ want.” He finished, his voice was steady and a deep breath was exhaled.
Then she left. He watched her walk away, only hoping she would re-open the slammed door and now give him all of her reasoning like he had just done. He’d get down on his knees if he had to, there had to be something. At least there was towards him. She may not feel these same feelings for him as he did her, but it wouldn’t change any of it. It just wouldn’t.
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