Post by katie1 on Jul 11, 2011 4:32:58 GMT -4
[atrb=style, width: 435px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/11ah8as.jpg) ;] she said she'd never settle for some boy she couldn't use pursed lips formed on the thin brunettes lips as she looked into the mirror, determining if she liked the shirt she had picked out. it's not like it exactly mattered though, it would most likely end up on the floor as soon as she got to jt's house. they were very much a physical relationship, but she didn't mind too much. she almost preferred it. as she tilted her head to the side, her hair fell over her shoulder, revealing her perfectly porcelain skin. a small smile formed on her lips before she then grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on as fast as she could, considering she had kept him waiting for so long already. it had been about two weeks since her and james had actually slept together, and she figured she better act on it before he started getting suspicious. however, it had already seemed pretty odd that she had stopped attempting to seduce him, stopped spending the night, and stopped calling as much as she used to. part of it was him wanting his space, and her allowing it, but the other part was the fact that she had found someone else. someone who knew how to take care of her, and satisfy her needs, those very needs that jt had neglected. it wasn't necessarily just for sex, seeing as she was emotionally attached to her new guy, unlike she had been for jt. it was hard trying to get attached to a guy who was constantly gone, claiming that he wanted his own space. gretchen tried to love him, but it was nearly impossible. they were just too different, and too busy for each other. so, she had found someone a lot closer, with a lot similar traits to keep her happy. the hard part was keeping it a secret. not that she'd be necessarily upset if james found out and dumped her, but she wouldn't allow him the privilege of holding this over her head forever. so here she was, attempting to string him along until she found out a perfect opportunity to end things. this would be handled delicately, and with care. it wasn't long before she was driving down the street in her fancy new bmw series, headed over to his house. being a deveraux, she never really had it too hard, a high class life style with parents who only wanted the best for her. but with all the things she was involved with, she had somewhat lost her ability to develop emotional attachment. which would probably explained why she treated people the way she did. but gretch got by just fine - and that's all that really mattered. her hazel eyes checked the rear view mirror anxiously, wondering what it was that her actual lover was doing. but her attention shifted back to the car ahead of her as she noticed the quick breaks, and slammed on her breaks to avoid colliding. fucking twat. she growled, annoyed with the driver ahead of her. it wasn't rare that she daydreamed about him, but it seemed to be getting out of hand. quickly, she locked the image of his face away into her mind before gazing intently at the road ahead of her, attempting to think only of james. for some reason, her mind drifted to when they were in high school, when he was a freshman and she was a senior. a small snicker escaped her, and she couldn't help remembering how dorky he was. she was known as the queen bee back then, and for some reason she had picked him up, dusted him off, and made him her own little project. gretchen took his awkward, dorky self and transformed him into one of the most attractive guys at the high school. she taught him how to dress, how to act, and how to score girls. but as time went on and as he received more and more attention from both the lower classmen and upperclassmen girls, she wanted him for herself. so, she did what she could, and managed to woo him for her greedy self. ever since his sophomore year they had dated on and off, in the most dysfunctional way possible. the truth was, they in no way belonged together, and why they were still dating was a mystery to gretchen, who was currently pulling into jt's driveway. she bit her lip, knowing that she had probably created a monster, but he was her monster. at least, for now. it didn't take long for her to be knocking at his door, brushing her hair back and planting a sweet, seductive smile on her face before waiting for him to answer his door. and when he did, she tilted her head to the side letting her words flow out of her mouth flawlessly, long time no see, stranger. she didn't much wait for him to respond before letting herself in and putting her new bag - one that she had received from you know who as a gift - and turning around to look at him. I hope you weren't expecting me, I wanted to surprise you. she smirked, slowly wiggling out of her jeans before tossing them to the side. Her eyes fluttered up to his, full of lust. I figured we could do something fun, together. but as she looked to the side, her eyes landed on tiny, red lace panties, and her eyes narrowed as she yanked them off the couch and examined them, realizing that they were not her own. part of her was relieved, while the part of her was royally pissed. did he honestly have the nerve to cheat on her? do you mind telling me who is the owner of these? she asked as calmly as possible, looking up at him, trying her hardest not to scream at him. she had created him! without her, he'd still be some sniffling loser. and maybe you could explain why the fuck do you think it's okay to cheat on me? she asked, venom seeping into her voice as she threw the undergarments at him, wishing that she had thrown something much harder instead. do you not know who i am? what i've done for you? she barked walking over to the table where her purse had been, and picking up the vase that was sitting next to it. her thin fingers wrapped around it, and she threw it at the wall behind him, as hard as she possibly could, causing the vase to shatter behind him. must i remind you of what a fucking loser you were? or how much people teased you? she yelled, letting her anger get the best of her, to say the least. the idea of ending things gracefully went flying at the wall; crushed into pieces just like the vase that was now lying at james' feet. this is the thanks i get for making your life so much better? she said calmly, feigning hurt. truth was, she was so relieved, and almost happy that he had been caught first. it would prove to make things much, much easier. this is 1191 words for tati the whore. also this really sucks dont read it ok. |