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Dining Area
By: EloquentMisprints Date: November 22, 2013, 12:52 am
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Re: Dining Area
By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 16, 2013, 6:12 pm
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Sydora Reynalds
It wasn't until she walked into the crowded dining area that she
realized exactly why she had chosen to have this conversation in
the dine, she was terrified of being alone with her boyfriend.
She was pretty sure that he wouldn't physically hurt her, but
she still had marks from the last time she had tried to have a
real conversation with him. Of course, there was always a chance
that he would pitch a fit and draw everyone's attention to them,
the thought made her wrinkle her nose as she slid into a booth
at the far end of the room.
She didn't plan on things going smoothly, she didn't have much
of a choice though, she couldn't just stay with him. She'd known
about the other girls for... well, as long as she could
remember, but between her tutoring session with Reese and snide
comments that had been exchanged with one of her teammates,
she'd finally realized that he just wasn't worth the trouble.
Sure, breaking up with him threatened her entire emotional wall
that she'd built and, yeah, he could tell everyone what she'd
confided in him, which was terrifying, but being with him was
doing her more harm than good. There was no fun in the
relationship, it was all obligation and going out of her way to
please him... she didn't want that.
She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair and closing
her eyes.
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Re: Dining Area
By: GGJ5 Date: December 19, 2013, 8:44 pm
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Trent Fisher
Syd had contacted him, asking to meet up here. And Trent
figured, judging by the distance she'd kept from him recently,
that she was probably going to try to 'break up.' Or ask for
'apart time' or something. It wasn't a big deal, and he hadn't
really expected their relationship to actually be a
relationship, much less one worthy of calling a meeting to break
up.
But from how she'd talked and acted last time they had a real
conversation, Trent could reasonably judge that it was a huge
deal to Syd. He didn't want to totally disregard that, but
wasn't she making far too large of a mountain out of a molehill?
They weren't ever really serious, anyway. Had she hyped it up in
her head? Probably, Trent reasoned. She seemed the type to find
something and think about it and stress over it until it ate her
from the inside out.
If she got worked up today, he'd just have to let her down easy.
She was sweet, and hot, and that made her really nice and all,
but he had never intended for her to get so attached. Surely
she'd known that. But she hadn't wanted it to stay that way, or
she couldn't help herself, or... something.
There she was, waiting for him. He sighed, mentally preparing
how to let her down as he sauntered to her side. "Hey." He sat
across from her, giving her a smile to let her know it was okay,
and that she didn't need to freak out on him again. "So, you
don't have to tell me. You wanna make it officially unofficial,
right?"
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Re: Dining Area
By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 19, 2013, 9:11 pm
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Sydora Reynalds
She played idly with a straw wrapper that had been left from the
people before her, eyes focused on white table top. She glanced
up just as he sauntered into the diner, clenching her teeth
together and wrapping the piece of paper around her fingers
until it tore.
"Hey." He flashed her smile, which seemed almost patronizing and
full of pity, as slid into the seat across from her. "So, you
don't have to tell me. You wanna make it officially unofficial,
right?" She almost barked out a laugh, but suppressed it, her
shoulders shaking with the action.
"If this is what you call 'official', I pity the next girl." she
commented, though there was no heat to her voice. "But yes, I
want to drop the label, it isn't like it means anything to you
anyway." She rolled her eyes a bit and flashed a flirty smile at
the waiter who came up to take their order. She leaned toward
the waiter and rattled something off, the first thing that came
to mind, before turning her attention back to Trent.
"Are you staying long enough to eat or do you have a study group
to get to?" she asked, biting the tip of her tongue as the
question came out far more pointed than intended, the words
'blonde or brunette' threatening to slip from between her lips.
It wasn't that she was jealous of the girls, she really wasn't,
what bothered her was that he didn't have the decency to break
it off with her before going after them. She understood
perfectly that they could give him what he want and she just
wasn't capable of doing that without a long emotional
conversation that he didn't want to sit through. A soft smile
played on her lips.
"Did you think I wouldn't see them or did you just not care?"
she asked, her voice calm and conversational, "I'm not even
upset, just genuinely curious."
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Re: Dining Area
By: GGJ5 Date: December 19, 2013, 10:12 pm
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Trent Fisher
"Hey." He was trying to be courteous, but the look she gave him
was full of fire. As he expected. So he accepted it, and
continued. "So, you don't have to tell me. You wanna make it
officially unofficial, right?"
"If this is what you call 'official', I pity the next girl," Syd
commented, clearly working hard to show that fire in her. It
didn't surprise him that she had fire, but that she had such a
hard time showing it around him. He was positive that the fire
came out around other people so easily. "But yes, I want to
drop the label, it isn't like it means anything to you anyway."
"I never pretended, to use your words, that the 'label' meant
anything. I thought you knew that, too, but I think you forgot
after a while."
"Are you staying long enough to eat or do you have a study group
to get to?"
Her tone was clearly snide, and he knew what she was trying to
imply. But Trent didn't feed the flame. Why? Why did she want
him to fight her back on this, to act like it was a big issue?
That was the only reason she would be acting this way-- because
she expected him to react, too. He shrugged and placed his
order. No need to pass up a good plate of onion rings just
because some girl was trying to convince him to be sad over a
nonexistent breakup.
"Did you think I wouldn't see them or did you just not care?"
she asked, Syd's voice shifting to the ultra-quiet, brewing
anger mode that girls knew how to use so well. "I'm not even
upset, just genuinely curious."
Trent picked up a salt shaker from the table, glancing at it
reflecting the light of the diner as he talked. "You know, there
are a couple of things wrong with your statement just one. One
would be that you and I both know you're upset, so don't try to
pull that card. You're angry. You aren't being very self-aware
if you can't see that in yourself. Even right now, I can see it
in you. You feel like you've been wronged. But that's where the
second error comes in: You assumed we were much more significant
than we were. You said yourself," he said, putting the salt back
down and leaning forward, finding her eyes with his. "That it
was just a label, and that it wasn't 'official', whatever that
actually entails. I never promised any type of devotion to
anyone. And I don't plan on promising that any time soon, so,
honestly, I can't see how anything surprises you.
"So, to answer your question: Neither. I wasn't trying to keep
secrets from you. It would be naive of me to think I could, or
that I should. But as to the second part, no, I didn't care,
seeing as we aren't each other's property. And seeing as we
haven't spoken since the last time," he paused, knowing she'd
know what he meant, "It seemed reasonable."
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Re: Dining Area
By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 19, 2013, 10:48 pm
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Sydora Reynalds
"If this is what you call 'official', I pity the next girl." she
commented, though there was no heat to her voice. "But yes, I
want to drop the label, it isn't like it means anything to you
anyway." She rolled her eyes a bit and flashed a flirty smile at
the waiter who came up to take their order. She leaned toward
the waiter and rattled something off, the first thing that came
to mind, before turning her attention back to Trent.
"I never pretended, to use your words, that the 'label' meant
anything. I thought you knew that, too, but I think you forgot
after a while." Something flared up in her stomach, anger
clawing up her throat until she swallowed it back down.
"Are you staying long enough to eat or do you have a study group
to get to?" Her words were far more pointed than she intended
and she licked her lips, trying hard to contain herself. The
fire dulled a little and she was left with the one question that
had been eating away at her. "Did you think I wouldn't see them
or did you just not care? I'm not even upset, just genuinely
curious."
Trent toyed with the salt shaker a bit as he spoke, "You know,
there are a couple of things wrong with your statement just one.
One would be that you and I both know you're upset, so don't try
to pull that card. You're angry. You aren't being very
self-aware if you can't see that in yourself. Even right now, I
can see it in you. You feel like you've been wronged. But that's
where the second error comes in: You assumed we were much more
significant than we were. You said yourself," he put the object
back and leaned forward to meet her eyes, "That it was just a
label, and that it wasn't 'official', whatever that actually
entails. I never promised any type of devotion to anyone. And I
don't plan on promising that any time soon, so, honestly, I
can't see how anything surprises you."
"How about you don't psychoanalyze me, Trent?" she snapped, she
felt like she was under a microscope and he was poking and
prodding at her, "I feel like we should have made sure we were
on the same page." She clenched her jaw, "And maybe like you
shouldn't have pretended we were together when you were screwing
other girls. You had the fun, pleasurable little rendezvous with
them while I got the backlash and that isn't fair. All you had
to say was the only thing you wanted out of the 'relationship'
was to get in my pants and it would have stopped then and there,
but you didn't and now I have Lindsay and the team telling me
every reason you wouldn't want to sleep with me." She swallowed
back the bile that was rising in her throat and bit down on the
inside of her cheek, the familiar taste of copper prickling at
her taste buds.
"So, to answer your question: Neither. I wasn't trying to keep
secrets from you. It would be naive of me to think I could, or
that I should. But as to the second part, no, I didn't care,
seeing as we aren't each other's property. And seeing as we
haven't spoken since the last time," he paused, "It seemed
reasonable." She rolled her eyes, plucking a toothpick from the
container and toying with it.
"What would have been reasonable would have been to call it off
then." she commented, lowering her hand into her lap and
clenching the toothpick in her fist, pressing her thumb down
hard against the point. "Instead you ran off to some study group
that you hadn't even planned on going to."
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Re: Dining Area
By: GGJ5 Date: December 20, 2013, 4:50 pm
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Trent Fisher
"How about you don't psychoanalyze me, Trent?" Syd snapped.
Trent leaned forward, emphasizing his words carefully, so that
she'd know he was serious here. "The reason you feel like I'm
psychoanalyzing you is because you're so far from self-aware
that whenever someone points out what's evident, you feel
unnerved." He didn't really know that. Really, it was a shot in
the dark. But it was logical. He was just saying what he thought
was true about her. And if she didn't see that in herself, if
she felt uncomfortable or unnerved, then maybe she didn't know
herself very well. He knew himself very well. He knew who he was
and what he was like and what he was made of. He knew he didn't
commit, and he didn't expect that of himself. Sydora,
apparently, was not as aware of herself, or maybe even as aware
of others. Or maybe she was intentionally avoiding the obvious,
choosing what to be blind to.
Girls were complicated.
"I feel like we should have made sure we were on the same
page."
Trent raised his hands in a sign of surrender. "I thought we
were."
She clenched her jaw. "And maybe like you shouldn't have
pretended we were together when you were screwing other girls.
You had the fun, pleasurable little rendezvous with them while I
got the backlash and that isn't fair. All you had to say was the
only thing you wanted out of the 'relationship' was to get in my
pants and it would have stopped then and there, but you didn't
and now I have Lindsay and the team telling me every reason you
wouldn't want to sleep with me."
"Now that's not fair to pile on me the things other people say,"
Trent said, pointing at her as he spoke. "Can I help what they
say? Can I control the words in their mouths? They don't know
what's inside my head or how I think or feel about people--
them, or you. So don't get mad at me for something that I have
zero control over. And forgive me for my naivete, but I thought
we were on the same page. It's not like I'm particularly
secretive. Although you seem to feel like I am."
He sighed. "So, to answer your question: Neither. I wasn't
trying to keep secrets from you. It would be naive of me to
think I could, or that I should. But as to the second part, no,
I didn't care, seeing as we aren't each other's property. And
seeing as we haven't spoken since the last time," he paused, "It
seemed reasonable."
She rolled her eyes, plucking a toothpick her the container and
toying with it. "What would have been reasonable would have been
to call it off then." Trent shook his head as she continued,
"Instead you ran off to some study group that you hadn't even
planned on going to."
"All right, you like labels and definite beginnings and endings.
I get that. So, here it is then: we're calling it off." He
picked up two onion rings and took a large bit into both,
purposely emphasizing how not a big deal it was. "Problem
solved," he finished, mouth full.
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Re: Dining Area
By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 20, 2013, 10:44 pm
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Sydora Reynalds
"How about you don't psychoanalyze me, Trent?" She snapped.
"The reason you feel like I'm psychoanalyzing you is because
you're so far from self-aware that whenever someone points out
what's evident, you feel unnerved."
"You're cute, really." she shot back, glaring over at him. "I am
plenty self-aware, which you would know if you took the time to
fucking talk to me. Instead, you choose to infer and, newsflash,
you're wrong. I'm unnerved, because you're judging me and you
don't know a damn thing about me."
"And maybe I feel like you shouldn't have pretended we were
together when you were screwing other girls. You had the fun,
pleasurable little rendezvous with them while I got the backlash
and that isn't fair. All you had to say was the only thing you
wanted out of the 'relationship' was to get in my pants and it
would have stopped then and there, but you didn't and now I have
Lindsay and the team telling me every reason you wouldn't want
to sleep with me." She could feel her blood beginning to boil.
"Now that's not fair to pile on me the things other people say,"
Trent said, pointing at her as he spoke. "Can I help what they
say? Can I control the words in their mouths? They don't know
what's inside my head or how I think or feel about people--
them, or you. So don't get mad at me for something that I have
zero control over. And forgive me for my naivete, but I thought
we were on the same page. It's not like I'm particularly
secretive. Although you seem to feel like I am."
"Not fair?" She scoffed, clicking her tongue. "If it wasn't for
you not being able to keep in your pants they wouldn't have said
the things they did. You couldn't try faithful? Just for a
little while? No, obviously not, you had to stick it in anything
in a skirt."
"So, to answer your question: Neither. I wasn't trying to keep
secrets from you. It would be naive of me to think I could, or
that I should. But as to the second part, no, I didn't care,
seeing as we aren't each other's property. And seeing as we
haven't spoken since the last time," he paused, "It seemed
reasonable."
She rolled her eyes, plucking a toothpick her the container and
toying with it. "What would have been reasonable would have been
to call it off then. Instead you ran off to some study group
that you hadn't even planned on going to." She slid her hand
into her lap, pressing her thumb down hard against one of the
points.
"All right, you like labels and definite beginnings and endings.
I get that. So, here it is then: we're calling it off." She was
so close to flipping the switch, to shoving another brick into
the hole that Trent had formerly occupied.
"Problem solved," he finished with a mouthful of food. So damn
close. She pressed down harder and harder until the toothpick
snapped in her hand and a long, sharp splinter embedded itself
in her flesh.
"Fuck." she hissed, reaching back on the table and grabbing a
few napkins to wrap around the injury finger. Wincing as the
wooden dug deeper into her skin, she gritted her teeth and
lifted her finger up to inspect. "Shit, that's deep." She
swallowed hard and shook her head.
"Yeah, problem solved." She bit out. "I'd say you could go back
to the 'single life', but you never gave it up. So, hey, maybe
we'll get sloshed at some party and you'll finally get into my
pants. Conquest without the commitment and all that jazz."
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Re: Dining Area
By: GGJ5 Date: December 21, 2013, 9:12 am
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Trent Fisher
"So, to answer your question: Neither. I wasn't trying to keep
secrets from you. It would be naive of me to think I could, or
that I should. But as to the second part, no, I didn't care,
seeing as we aren't each other's property. And seeing as we
haven't spoken since the last time," he paused, "It seemed
reasonable."
She rolled her eyes, plucking a toothpick her the container and
toying with it. "What would have been reasonable would have been
to call it off then. Instead you ran off to some study group
that you hadn't even planned on going to."
"All right, you like labels and definite beginnings and endings.
I get that. So, here it is then: we're calling it off." She
wanted things black and white, so he gave it to her black and
white. It still didn't make sense to him what her issue was. Had
he ever promised her utter devotion, or any sort of monogamy? As
far as he knew, he hadn't. "Problem solved," he finished with a
mouthful of food.
Sydora stared at her finger, complaining about a papercut or
something. Well, then, if she had the time to do that, then
maybe she was getting the idea that it wasn't a big deal. "Yeah,
problem solved."
He gave a nod as he started wrapping the paper around what was
left of his food.
"I'd say you could go back to the 'single life', but you never
gave it up. So, hey, maybe we'll get sloshed at some party and
you'll finally get into my pants. Conquest without the
commitment and all that jazz."
Trent raised an eyebrow, staring at her. He was sure they both
knew they were going to avoid each other like the plague from
here on out. "I think I'm gonna bow out before you go nuclear.
Try not to fester no this too much, all right? It's seriously
not worth expending your energy on." He stood, picked up his
food, and dug into his pockets for some cash, dropping it on the
table as payment. "Later."
Trent has left the diner.
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