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Posted 15 June 2016 - 03:56 AM
But now? Now things were different. The shoe had changed to her foot instead of his. She was walking up the stairs of the on-campus apartments as a victor. Sure, she hadn't won the battle yet, but she was going to. She was absolutely sure of that. She couldn't have done it alone, of course not, and for that she greatly appreciated Booker and his help, but she could carry out the plan in question all on her own. She didn't need his help with that. There was enough residual anger and enough spiteful pettiness inside of her that she could complete this simple task with ease that would make even the most serene person jealous. That was simply the type of person she was. Passionate, spiteful, and all too determined to get people back when they wronged her in any way. And he'd wronged her. Maybe not in a way that was grand or even all too hurtful, but he'd done enough to make an impression on her, and that was all that mattered.
She had left the Student Center a changed woman. There was a pep in her step that hadn't been there for several days. Hell, had it ever been there in her entire life? She simply wasn't the type to settle for something so easy but at this point, she would really take anything she could get. He had bothered her so much in such a short time period that she just couldn't live with letting things go. She couldn't exactly enact revenge during the ensemble, either, at least not without effecting herself in the process. This was perfect. It would be difficult, and she wasn't as naive to think it wouldn't be. As hot-tempered as she was and as easily offended as she could be, she'd certainly have to try very, very hard to keep both her mouth and her anger in control. But oh, it would be worth it. That victory sitting at the end of her little tunnel was enough motivation to cause even the most dire of insults to slide right off of her back. And if he upset her too much? Well, she could just bottle it all in and rant about it later. Nevermind that she wasn't any good at that sort of thing.
She took each step carefully, opting against the elevator and taking the stairs instead, her shoulders back and her head held high. C3, C3, third floor. Once she reached the destination in question, she squared herself evenly in front of the door, raised a dainty little hand, and knocked three times. She expected Booker to answer the door, though she genuinely had no clue. He had mentioned other roommates outside of Scott, and she wasn't entirely sure if they'd be here or not. She didn't really care, though. The bigger the audience, the better. She had performed in front of people for most of her life, so stage fright in the light of such a grand ordeal wasn't even a snaking concern in her mind. And if one of those roommates answered the door, well, that was fine too. She knew Booker's name, at least; she could just ask for him! No harm, no foul.
So she waited, albeit a little impatiently. She was just entirely too eager for this.
Posted 15 June 2016 - 04:32 AM
Booker, too, had been looking forward to this for a good portion of his day. The best part about it all was how clueless Scott was to the matter. Originally he hadn't been sure if his friend would be milling around in his room or smoking in the bathroom when Teagan got there, both of which would be a very disappointing turnout for the both of them, to say the least. But no-- he smoked almost as soon as he got back from class that day, told Booker all about the newest confrontation, and then settled in to play some video games for the rest of the evening.
Alright, Booker might have helped that along the slightest bit by hooking up an old gaming system that Scott had spoken a lot about lately. The guy had systems in his own room to play video games on, after all-- and while he tended to do it in the living room a lot of times anyway, Booker wanted to guarantee his presence there. So he hooked up the Nintendo 64 to the living room television, to Scott's pure delight, and to Booker's slight guilt. Ah, well. Payback for all the time Scott just took food.
One, two, three even knocks. There was no mistaking who that was. Trying not to smirk, Booker made his way from the kitchen area and to the door, smiling as he opened it. He gave her a warm welcome: "Hey! I'm glad you could make it!" before allowing her inside.
Posted 15 June 2016 - 04:33 AM
Scott hardly glanced up. He wasn't even sitting on the couch. His back leaned against it instead as he sat on a floor pillow just in front of it, his legs stretched out in front of him. He was so focused on whatever the fuck game it was he was playing, brow furrowed intently as he quickly read the dialogue on the screen and navigated to the character's rucksack to bring out a bunch of flowers.
Which he then handed to the lady character on the screen. It was Harvest Moon. He was playing Harvest Moon 64.
"Hey man. Glad you've got company, but none of that blasting music shit. I'd rather the girls downstairs not--" He finally spared a glance up at Booker and the person he'd brought in, and for a second his mind was so boggled that his expression went totally blank. Why was she here? In his space? Was she here for Booker? "Hell, sweetheart. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were following me."
Posted 15 June 2016 - 04:54 AM
Her eyes absently trailed towards the tv where more things became instantly recognizable. Was that... Harvest Moon? It was. It was actually Harvest Moon. She had never played the game before herself but she'd seen several family members and even friends dabble with it here and there. She knew enough about it to know that it was very much not a game she would have ever imagined him to be so intently focused on. It literally focused on farming and romance and family life and she really just could not believe her eyes. She couldn't stop the slow spread of a smirk that engulfed her features either. It was hard to be neutral when everything was literally throwing itself into her lap as far as revenge went. The day, which had started off and stayed so, so terrible throughout the first half of it, was slowly becoming the very best day she'd ever had in her entire life. She continued smirking as she dragged her attention back to Booker, offering up a genuine smile before dissolving into what could only be described as a vision of pure pleasantness. This was an entirely different side to her than Scott had seen both times he'd ran into her.
"Thank you for inviting me! I'm glad to be here." Really, really, really glad. So glad that it was hard to keep herself from being a giddy mess of laughter. She had considered not being able to take insults and prodding in stride but what she hadn't considered was that she had no poker face whatsoever. Her every emotion displayed itself on her features at all times. She had always been that way. It wasn't unheard of for her to be read in mere seconds by strangers thanks to her forever telling expressions.
And then came the comment that she had been waiting for. It wasn't anything too terrible. Had it been anyone other than him, it would have been fairly mild, actually. But it was him, and he had used that godawful nickname again. It took a lot to smother the irritation that built quickly in her chest, but she managed to do just that by remembering what she'd came for. Victory. A battle won. A war waged. She had to manage. There was no losing now.
So she offered up a casual laugh at his comment, turning her attention to him only briefly, and only to give him a buried but knowing glance. And after that it was right back to Booker. The problem suddenly occurred to her, though, that she had no reasoning for being here outside of this little stunt they were pulling and if she couldn't come up with an excuse and fast, she worried that he would see right through what they were doing. He was smart. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't deny it either. "So you were interested in setting up a tutoring session eventually, right?" She tried to raise her eyebrows at him subtly, hoping he'd catch the hint and play along. The problem was that she knew absolutely nothing about Booker, nor his major, nor how intelligent he was or wasn't. If he wasn't the type to need tutoring, well, she'd just ruined the whole damn thing. "You didn't mention your major, though..."
Posted 15 June 2016 - 06:15 AM
Scott easily tore his eyes away from the television screen and planted them firmly on her now, dissecting her every move, look, and expression as she made them. Again, he put an unnecessary amount of focus on anything that finally managed to grab his curiosity, and she was not exactly an exception to that rule. What the hell was she doing here? He hadn't asked that question, but he did expect to get an answer at some point or another. Of course, her offering one so obviously in front of him had him questioning why she would do such a thing-- if she was truly here for a pre-arranged reason, why remind Booker?
He narrowed his eyes at the both of them, as if considering that very thing, though he didn't say another word for a few moments. Booker wasn't even making an effort to go anywhere else but right where they were, and judging from the shifty looks he was giving Scott every few seconds... well, he knew something was up. Scott stared at him intensely for a few moments, now dissecting his every expression in hopes of finding out more. One thing was for sure-- Booker knew something that he didn't.
"Undeclared," Booker asked after a hesitation that stretched just the slightest bit too long. Poor guy-- he wasn't a good liar. That was partly why their apartment life functioned nearly effortlessly, given how honest they all were with one another. Scott's eyes on him didn't help; Booker might have looked slightly alarmed as he brought his eyes back to Teagan and gave another nod. "But yes I could use-- I could use help. Plenty of help. Like loads."
He stumbled for a moment afterward, clearly not knowing how else to proceed. Booker dared a glance at Scott, only to see a slow smirk coming to the guy's features. Abort, abort, abort.
"Scott, you know Teagan, right?" He asked, hoping to deflect. Scott's eyes shifted from Booker to the girl now, his smile widening.
"Oh yes, I do. But I'm curious, Booker. What subject was it you needed tutoring in? Why didn't you just knock on my door? Or Liam's-- or you could've even asked Evan, y'know." His eyebrows were raised as he spoke, his devious eyes glancing to Teagan for a moment as if saying "I know."
Posted 15 June 2016 - 06:30 AM
"Because that's a service I offer professionally around school with astounding results and I offered to help before he even knew he needed it." She wasn't the best liar either, but she was determined to try, at least. She shrugged casually, yet again turning her attention away from him though not before outright ignoring that little indignant smirk he had flashed in her direction.
"He needs major mathematic help before he can even consider declaring a major anyway. It's one of those skillsets that can make or break a career." Was she actually doing this? She felt at least a little successful, though there was a part of her that wished she had picked another excuse. There was nothing that came to mind immediately to tie the two of them together, though. She had gotten his name earlier by the grace of last-minute thinking but had rushed into this situation entirely too soon. This should have been a well thought out strategy, something she was usually very good with, but yet again her emotions had gotten the better of her.
It took everything in her power not to look over at Scott and see if things were going smoothly, but she knew that would be too obvious. The best way to sell this story was organically.
Posted 15 June 2016 - 06:43 AM
Offered to help before he even knew he needed it? What kind of sense did that make? Scott half scoffed, half laughed as he continued to watch both of them, not quite figuring out why in the world she would be here if it wasn't for the reason she spouted off now. He knew something was up. But the only thing he could think of was-- wait.
She was here for him, wasn't she? Teagan was here for the express purpose of trying to make an impression on him one way or the other. Judging from the way she wouldn't respond to a single one of his comments, Booker had already plotted this out with her. He knew quite well that the apartments' reaction to his douchebaggery was to ignore it entirely, as if it was beneath them, and it was indeed quite effective. Her ignoring him entirely would be intensely effective, too-- had he been completely convinced that she was here for a real reason.
And while he wanted to call her out on it-- while he wanted to give her that insufferable grin and go right back to taunting her-- he knew sometimes the long con was the one worth pursuing. So he shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to the television, resuming his little game. (Which he wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed about, by the way, even if he was smack dab in the middle of a heart event with the uptight librarian.)
(He had a type.)
"Don't let me stop you, then," he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "If my friend needs help, he needs help. Good on you for getting some help, man."
Alright, he needed to keep his mouth shut and keep those sarcastic comments reined in if he wanted to make this convincing. Neither was he very good at it either, though, as he was smirking as he kept his eyes trained on the television screen, his focus obviously divided between that and the two of them, his ears straining to hear any of their conversation.
"Ah-- anyway, yes. Math. Skillset. Career-- um. Where should we study?" Nevermind the fact that Booker wasn't even taking any math classes this semester. Fortunately Scott didn't know that, however.
Posted 15 June 2016 - 03:08 PM
And she really, truly thought she had a chance coming into this. She had found out his weakness! His weakness was doable! His weakness was almost effortless or, rather, it would be with some time and practice. She was starting to feel herself slipping up now, though. Every aspiration she had let bloom in her on her way over was being trampled under his big, clumsy feet (was he even clumsy?!). He was ignoring her ignoring him. It wasn't bothering him at all. In fact, he seemed almost amused by the fact that she was there at all. And in truth, she had no one to blame but herself.
She was so, so good at strategizing normally. She could make up a schedule for herself that encompassed every single one of her activities with time to spare for sleep and dinner. She could pile on activity ontop of activity to the point where she took on more than what should have been humanly possible. She could manage all this while still getting a decents night sleep. It wasn't ideal and she did crash sometimes, but it was rare. Planning was her thing! Ahw hadn't been born meticulously organized for nothing.
But this situation had more emotional ties to it than schoolwork. She panicked about the thought of failure often, of course, but that panic only drove her to try hard. In this situation it was doing nothing but pissing her off. Her own sensitive and dramatic nature was working against her and she hated it. Had she not already been so effected by him, she could have thought this out thoroughly. She wouldn't have just rushed in head first. But no, no, of course not. She just had to get him back at his own game.
There was no giving up now, though. Despite the heated anger that tried to flush her face at the sarcastic comment offered (she had heard that!!), she glanced around the apartment before having a quick lightbulb moment.
"Well, the kiddy game music is a little distracting. Do you think your room would be better for concentration?" It was both an insult towards Scott and a subtle indication that no, she wasn't here for him, thank you very much! She didn't have to see his presence at all! Still, even she knew that she would be worrying and thinking about nothing but him and his reaction even if he was out of sight.
Posted 15 June 2016 - 09:40 PM
Kiddy game music. Scott took that insult in stride. Had it been any other situation he might have educated a person on just how incredible Harvest Moon was as a series (he had a tendency to be overly defensive of the things he loved, including those he cared about and... video games), but at the moment he was purely ecstatic to hear anything that was directed at him. It presented him with a little dilemma, in fact-- on one hand he could retort with something snarky to piss her off, but on the other he was pretending not to listen. He was trying to beat her at her own game.
So he kept quiet, merely playing his game as usual. It was even tempting to turn it up, but instead he just left everything well enough alone, pretending she wasn't there at all. If he wasn't in an on-campus apartment he'd just blaze up right in front of her (he was in his own space, after all!), but considering that shit was iffy on campus, he didn't want to test it. She seemed like the sort that would report it immediately to an RA or something, considering how she'd reacted to his eyes being red in the cafeteria.
Perhaps that miffed him a little. He was even hesitant to go into his own bathroom to blaze up again, which was habit by now. Of course he was already plenty stoned; it wasn't as if he needed, so much as he hated being prevented from doing exactly what he wanted to do.
Not that he'd let that affect him, of course. He stretched out his legs and resumed eating cheese balls from a huge, cheap tub of them that sat right next to him.
Meanwhile, Booker was busy trying to keep his story straight and was... well, it might have been apparent that he wasn't the world's best liar or actor. "Yes! Yes, my room would be better," he agreed, though he supposed that completely defeated the purpose, didn't it? He didn't know this girl, and while he was perfectly happy making new friends, something about sitting in his room with her without any plans made this slightly uncomfortable. Still he got the hell out of dodge, going straight back to his room and sitting on the bed, his fake smile dissolving into an expression of sheer panic.
Posted 16 June 2016 - 02:39 AM
Her expression mirrored Booker's exactly as she paused to stare at him, entirely too shell-shocked from the situation they'd just left to really do anything but outwardly express her panic. "So that didn't... go well." She couldn't blame him, though. Really, there wasn't a single part of her that thought this was any of Booker's fault. It was hers, fully, and she mentally took responsibility of it immediately. "I guess we probably should have planned a little better, huh?"
Some kind of well-thought out map to the encounter was necessary. She probably should have realized that sooner. "Is there any salvaging this situation?" There was an undeniable clip to her voice now as she peeked her head towards the open door, seeing not Scott but the flicker of light against the wall nearby from his game. "Or am I just doomed to be his little playtoy forever?"
Posted 16 June 2016 - 02:51 AM
Alright, so he wasn't the best liar. He might have been successful in past attempts at pissing Scott off this way, but it also didn't entail a lot of acting so much as letting it roll off his shoulders. Bringing a girl he didn't even know into the apartment-- with Scott staring, picking apart their every move-- was obviously a dumb move and he knew it now. "Shit, I'm so sorry," he breathed as soon as they were out of earshot of Scott. He, too, look sort of panicked, eyes looking wildly about the room as he tried to figure out a better plan.
He told this poor girl to come here, after all. She deserved some kind of satisfaction out of this, not to just come in and be embarrassed all over again. "We can salvage it, we can!" He told her as reassuringly as he could, though there might have been undertones of panic and doubt in his tone nonetheless. "Okay, uh-- we can just stay in here for a little bit, right? If we appear like we're having fun and he's not included, he'll-- I mean regardless of why you came here to begin with, it'll bother him."
That made sense. He could roll with that... and he wouldn't have to act if it was genuine, even if it was a sort of genuine that was planned ahead of time. "C'mon, uh-- what are your favorite online videos? Like stupid videos that make you laugh every time?"
Posted 16 June 2016 - 03:25 AM
She didn't immediately believe Booker's attempt to salvage the situation though as he went on, as he gave out ideas and tried to form strategies, she had to admit that he was kind of right. After all, that had been sort of her intent. She hadn't considered the having fun aspect, but she did imagine that her ignoring him entirely from another room might ruffle his feathers a little bit. And that was good enough, right? It wasn't a huge victory but a small battle won was still something to be happy about. This could work. This could work and it could lay the bricks for a bigger victory down the road. That was how the best strategists in history had overturned wars.
"Ah, um... hm... I really like cat videos. Oh! And that Eharmony video of the girl that really loves cats. My cousin and I quote that a lot. Oh! And the video with the guy, he's a meteorologist somewhere, the one where he's like, 'pretty much everywhere, it's gonna be hot.' It makes me laugh everytime. I don't know why. Have you ever seen it?" She and Melanie were both so, so serious, but when their humors surfaced it turned out that they were kind of... simple. And a little weird. Still, she was already patting her pockets, searching for her phone just in case he hadn't been blessed by either of those videos.
Posted 16 June 2016 - 05:13 AM
Okay, okay. He could do this. So long as she had a sense of humor, it'd be believable that they were enjoying themselves-- mostly because he had no trouble at all enjoying himself, under almost any circumstance. This would be easy, and she was willing to play alone. For this reason he easily googled the videos she was talking about, as well as a few he was interested in, queued them up on youtube, and chromecasted to the television in front of his bed.
So maybe he was one of those guys that was mediocre in all things, but he knew how to manage his way around a youtube video.
First he started with the eHarmony cat video, which sounded familiar but he'd mostly forgotten about. His laughter was organic then, genuine; even Scott would be able to tell from the next room. "I can't believe I haven't watched that in so long, that's a good one," he said as he let the player automatically go to the next one-- his choice, with that one guy from that intervention video with the most ridiculous cry in the universe.
His TV was up loud enough, too, for that cry to at least be slightly heard in the next room; if Scott was paying enough attention (which Booker was relatively sure he was), he could likely tell exactly what they were watching. It'd drive him insane.
Booker cackled as that video finished out and went to the next in the playlist, though as the ad played between, he shot a look at Teagan. "I think this'll work. Really. I think we got this. I give him five minutes before he comes in here with something dumb to say."
Posted 16 June 2016 - 01:17 PM
So her laughter was genuine too, to a degree. The cat video pulled from her chest a real, light round of laughter, though she was still thinking about Scott in the other room too much to let go completely. That went absolutely out of the window at the next video however. It started off fine enough but as soon as he cried, she couldn't help herself.
She busted out laughing. She had never really been a loud laughter but something about the noise that man made sent her into hysterics. The video kept replaying it, too, a YouTube remix of sorts, and every time it happened she just dropped further and further into her laughter.
By the time it was finished she had tears streaming down her face. "I've never seen that one before, oh my god! Imagine being that guy's family. How can you ever take his crying seriously?" She found herself blinking at his comment, though, hoping he was right. "Well, I mean, we are technically doing exactly what you said, so... So maybe they hadn't screwed up too bad after all.
Posted 17 June 2016 - 12:57 AM
She wasn't so bad. Booker liked her just fine, and if Scott wound down enough to see her as she truly was-- rather than the easily worked up, hilariously angry girl she was around him-- he'd probably like her just fine, too. Yet it occurred to Booker that Scott's reaction to her was a bit different, obviously a hell of a lot flirtier than he acted with his roommates. In general, however, he usually saw some pretty snarky attacks rather than such a ridiculous smirk, rather than a nickname like "sweetheart."
And he could've sworn he saw a little bit of hearteyes on the guy.
"Scott flirts like hell with you," he said abruptly between videos, looking over at her. He was laughing slightly still as the next video played. "I don't think he hates you at all."
And as if he hadn't dropped something as strange as that, he cackled at the next video. As he suspected, Scott was already rising in the next room, his ears trained carefully to the ridiculousness that was happening within Booker's room. He wasn't exactly pissed yet, but he certainly had that fear of missing out that led to being pissed.
Posted 17 June 2016 - 01:27 AM
And that thought alone was frustrating enough to have her glancing back towards the light flickering in the room next door. She couldn't hear anything happening, though, outside of the occasional ping and blip of cheerful music and rucksack rotations (and yes, she knew what those sounded like). She imagined she would be able to hear him get up and move towards the bedroom they were in if he so chose to, but she also imagined he might just be as sneaky physically as he seemed to be mentally.
That was still an assumption riding on how she guessed he was, though. She had no idea that he really was an all around straightforward and honest person. She had no idea that he wasn't conspiring against her, that he wasn't out to get here, that he likely would have backed off if she had shown him that enough was enough. She genuinely figured he was out to get her as revenge or maybe just because she was a fun, little game to poke and prod and irritate. A toy. She hated that idea.
She raised her eyebrows at his statement, though. Had she thought he hated her to start with? Maybe at first. Maybe a little. But now, now she just figured he was testing her, bothering her constantly for amusement value. It wasn't hate, not at all. She didn't realize exactly what it was, but she figured it wasn't hate. The flirting was easily dismissable, though. Easily. She figured that was just something that he'd noticed would instantly spark a reaction. Nothing more, nothing less there. It was another thread to tug at when he wanted to make her dance for laughs.
She was about to comment on those facts, too, offer up a rebuttal as to why he wasn't exactly wrong but why he wasn't exactly right when the video faded and shuffled to the next. She found herself laughing at that one, too, though something in the suggested tab caught her eye shortly after. "Oh, this one is good too! My cousin Max really loves it. He used to play it all the time until I guess it kind of stuck with me."
Posted 17 June 2016 - 04:25 AM
Of course Scott was miffed about all of this. One moment he had the upper hand and was eternally satisfied, his eyes trained to the television as he played his game. Yet the next moment he was hearing them laughing, hearing a familiar youtube video in the next room. Suddenly he was curious. He waited a moment, figuring it would fade with time, but it seemed as though an entire rotation was going through on the television.
So he rose, creeping over to the door as quietly as his tall form would allow, crouching over as if that would help. To some extent he had the traditional fear of missing out, the kind that Booker counted on, but to another degree-- well, maybe he was curious. Typically he burst right in, fully pouting, when something like this happened in the next room. But this time he lingered by the door, listening, curious, having never seen Teagan like this before. For a half second he forgot about his attempt at victory and listened, almost grateful for having lost.
And then Booker spoke, and something in his words-- something about his tone-- made Scott's ears turn red. What the hell had they been talking about in there? He expected badmouthing, rants, the adorable temper he'd come to know from her. Yet Booker was talking seriously, as if analyzing his own emotions. Scott hated it. He hated to think about anything he felt, he hated to talk about it, he hated to think that it had any prominence over his life. Yet he was an emotional being regardless, always acting on impulse rather than proper thought.
So he blinked, waiting for her to speak. When she didn't say anything, he felt even more baffled. He'd been so curious for her answer-- yet she skimmed right over it, talking about family instead. He wasn't sure why that bothered him. Why he'd really, really, really wanted to hear what was on his mind. It wasn't the first time he'd wanted insight into someone's thoughts, but it was a rare occurrence nonetheless, one spared for his close friends.
She wasn't a friend. Yet something about her drew him in more than any of his friends ever had.
He hesitated one more moment before bursting into Booker's room so suddenly that his friend jumped in surprise. "This doesn't sound like studying," he said quickly, almost accusatory, as he looked back and forth between them.
Posted 17 June 2016 - 01:12 PM
That very realization had her glaring up at him from the floor. That was such an intrusive and confrontational entrance that she couldn't even really stop her temper from spiking fast. In an almost instant minute, she became the girl that he first met: huffy, sharp eyed and mad.
"I don't know how they do things in the land of the Amazon where I'm sure giants as rude as you come from, but in normal people land, it is generally appreciated when people knock and don't just barge right in!" She was already starting the process of picking herself up off of the floor as she snapped at him, too, not wanting the disadvantage of being even smaller in comparison to his looming form. Poor Booker would genuinely be stuck in the middle of this now. Both of their plans went right out the window as she attempted and failed to calm herself down. He had been so accusatory, though, so suspicious, and for whatever reason, she couldn't make her mind realize that that was the exact reaction she had been after.
The embarrassment probably had a hand in that. She was already clunsy and high strung to start with. Falling and succumbing to jumpy scares like that was something that happened often, and something that was sure to piss her off everytime. "And why does it matter anyway?!"
Posted 18 June 2016 - 12:23 AM
There she was. Now Scott was getting her attention. His irritated expression started to form into a smirk as he watched her eyes flash red. He considered helping but Booker was already on it, already offering his hand even if he didn't have anything to say one way or the other. Not that Scott minded; he loved his friend, certainly, but he was here for Teagan.
And he was absolutely one hundred percent convinced she was here for him, too.
"How Western of you to presume that people from South America are naturally rude. I'll have you know I was born and raised right here in the heart of Colorado, and it's perfectly normal for me to walk room to room in my own fuckin' home." He eyed Booker with a silent warning, as if daring him to correct him. Booker kept his mouth shut if only because he was curious, if only because he wanted to see this entire thing unfold.
He took a step towards Teagan, smirk widening as he considered what she said next. "Why does it matter? Why? I could deflect that question right back atcha, sweetheart. Why are you here at all?" He took another step towards her, looking back and forth between Booker and herself, ready to finally offer his conspiracy theories.
"Doesn't look like you're studying to me, and from what I recall, Booker isn't even taking a math class this year." Booker's shoulders slumped from being caught in his lie. "So that still brings to question, sweetheart-- why are you here?"
Posted 18 June 2016 - 02:56 AM
Everything about him made everything worse, too. As usual. He was already smirking, indignant, reminding the back of her mind that was still sober and free of this little emotional tantrum that he had won yet again. That she had failed. That she had came here with a plan and vengeful intentions and she had ruined them because she just could not handle one single second of weakness. And that failure would be waiting for her later when she got home and calmed down and could realize just the extent of how badly she had fucked up.
But now she was in the moment and he was making stupid comments and god she just could not deal with the depth of his arrogance, she just could not stop herself from freaking out further as he completely missed the reference of her insult and implied that she was generalizing an actual continent of people. It was mind blowing. Had he done that on purpose? Was he trying to get her goat? She didn't want to assume he was stupid but damn. "I didn't -- Amazonians! You know, freakishly tall warrior people that live in a matriarchal society? The fictional race of people that are so ridiculously huge?! I can't believe you would even... What is wrong with you?"
It was too much, just. Too. Much. So much so that she couldn't even begin to think up excuses. Their lie had been destroyed, blown to pieces. She could see Booker in his peripheral and he was already sinking into himself, his shoulders slumping as he, too, realized just how screwed they were. She didn't have an answer anymore. She was here for him, that was exactly the reason she'd came altogether, but he clearly seemed to think that meant something other than pissing him off and it didn't.
But saying that would just make her defensive and she just wanted to leave. Leave and forget this entire day ever happened. Leave and start writing her will because he was going to send her to her death bed from equal doses of stress and rage. She took a breath, tried to calm herself, and turned around to Booker, gathering up her things and shaking her head in a furious huff. [b]"I'll see you later, Booker." It was short and clipped and she hadn't meant to sound that way towards him when he had done nothing but be helpful and kind, but she was still so mad that it tainted everything she did. Hell, it had her pushing passed Scott forcefully despite how much room there was between him and the door and literally stomping out into the main room, then out of the apartment completely.
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