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‘‘ hate you ? ’’ hate was a strong word, and despite what people may have thought, there weren't a lot of people he hated. because hating someone, meant that you had to care to begin with. nothing held his interest long enough for him to feel that kind of emotion towards a person. instead, it was irritation or disdain. there's a glint in his eye, and he can almost feel the sliver of hope in her — right before he cuts through it with casual cruelty. ‘‘ you're not that important. ’’

there's a sharp pang in her chest hearing him talk to her like that . knew she didn't deserve to be spoken to in that manner — no one did . nonetheless , she doesn't take it personal and opts to still step inside the room , closing the door behind her . " do you hate me that much ? "

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‘‘ it's not what i think it is ? your dick just fell and slipped into her mouth ? ’’ she could fucking laugh. she wants to believe him, that this couldn't be true, that he couldn't do this to her. but no. she'd seen this story before and she knew how it ended. ‘‘ you fucking disgust me. ’’

" can you just calm down for a second -- it's not what you think it is . "

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" i'm doing what i have to do — and no one, not even you, is going to stop that. " it's cut into the air as sharp as a knife, malice laced in every syllable. she needed this. and her mother had always told her that whatever was in your way was only an obstacle rather than a complete barrier. " you should want this for me. "

"  i'm  holding  you  back  ?  "  he  stares  at  her  blankly  ,  letting  the  statement  marinate  .  "  holding  you  back  from  what  ,  molly  —  fucking  your  way  into  a  championship  ?  "

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“ did you think i didn’t want you to ? ” it’s almost laughable, really. they knew each other too well to be asking these questions. she knew he’d find out, just like he knew that she’d do something just to spite him. he hurt her, so she had to do it back in tenfold. “ you’re so fucking easy to set off. ”

“did you think i wouldn’t find out ?”

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“ i’m just doing my job. ” — “ maybe if you were doing yours, you wouldn’t need one for me. ” she wasn’t some sort of risk that needed to be monitored, she may have been his safest bet out of all of them. “ are we done here ? ”

"are you asking for an ankle monitor ?"

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" did you think i wouldn't find out ? "

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" you're holding me back. "

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if you asked her how she ended up here, she’d tell you she didn’t know. she’d ripped out the pages of her past and made her own graveyard out of it. better that way. she let herself remain a shrouded mystery, because it was easier than letting people know the truth. there were times she had slipped, letting things reveal themselves through the cracks. how she used to never stay in one place for too long, omitting the part where it was her changing foster care placements. or how her grandma had made the best chocolate chip cookies, before everything went to shit and she never saw her again. it almost seemed like the perfect life. she’s watching as he pulls open her locker, her eyes shuffling towards the door carefully. they weren’t supposed to bring people to the back, vince had said for security reasons— or just another way to keep them all under his thumb. she’s slipping into the clothes, before slinging the bag over her arms. “ we should go. ” before vince or ramses or anyone else saw him in here. she’s stepping around him, towards the door that led out to the parking lot. ignoring his other words— until they reached the car. “ for what it’s worth, i like being around you too. ” and that alone was enough to scare her.

He wasn’t sure what it was like, what made people end up in a place like this. Truth be told, the idea of his sister even being wrapped up in a lifestyle like this, was enough to make him uneasy. It’s why he hovered, she always looked over everyone else, who was going to watch after her? It’s how he met Blake, and why there’s something about her that he can’t shake. He’d always had a thing for broken things, after all— it’d be his and Ashton’s downfall. His gaze shifts to her, and he’s taking her bag out of the locker and bringing it closer so she can change into clothes more comfortable to go home in. “Because you’re smart, and kind, and funny.” He pauses, dropping the bag gently at her side. “And I like being around you.”

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she couldn't have came at a worse time. he was reeling from the aftermath of a shitty coke high and dealing with an unwanted visitor -- and now her. he could almost fucking laugh. " i'll get it. " it's nearly a dismissal, but it wasn't spat out with venom. he wasn't trying to hurt her. fuck. is someone here ? before he can even answer, say it's nothing, the door is turning, followed by a familiar redhead stepping out. fucking convenient. she's brushing by zena, with a smile that could rival the one of the devil's. leaving the two of them to sit in silence. " it's not what it looks like. "

“I forgot my purse upstairs, it’s got my wallet in it. I didn’t realize your anyone else was going to be home.” Her gaze shifts behind him, to an empty hallway and her heart lurches. “Whose car is that outside?” It wasn’t his dads, not that she knew of at least.. and Amber hadn’t been home in weeks. “Is somebody here?”

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" you shouldn't be here. "

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she wasn't someone that people cared about. she never had been. she could count on one hand the people that were close enough to even give some semblance of a fuck, and he was one of them. someone that was cared about didn't end up in a shithole like this just to survive. they both knew that. " because why would you ? " truth was, it would only be a matter of time before he got tired of her too. and that feeling burns and tears away at her insides. she wants him to stay.

Fingertips gripped around the nape of the bottle in his hand, taking a small sip and ignoring how it’s starting to grow warm from nursing it over the last half hour. He’ll set it down, glancing back at her now. His brows furrowed a bit, and confusion is quietly etched a crossed his features. He had never outright said it, but he figured that she’d known. He didn’t stay at the club because he wanted to, he didn’t give her rides home because he felt obligated. There was something here. “What gave you the impression I didn’t?”

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" you are so fucking predictable. " whatever cat and mouse game he wanted to play wasn't going to work. she wasn't going to beg on her knees for him to have her again like he was used to. instead, she'll bite. " all i have to do is say the word for you to come crawling back with your tail between your legs. it's that easy. "

      “  thank  you  for  your  services  but  ,  you  are  no  longer  of  any  value  to  me  .  ” / @getsevens

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certain lines they couldn't uncross. and he was one of them. whatever this was, had been nothing more than a mistake. then why did she keep coming back for more ? " i don't remember where the lines end and begin anymore. " any boundaries she had set for herself had been clawed apart at her own hands. there was no one to blame but herself. " i'm starting to think you care, em. " just like she was.

A client, and he knew that there was no place between him to feel the way he did. But shouldering his emotions had never been his strong suit. Lips pursed, and he nods not saying so much in response before he comes to terms with the fact he has to say something. “I think there’s certain lines we can’t uncross.” He finally breathes, turning his back and toying with trinkets on the shelf in her dressing room. “I just want you to be careful.”

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" he's just a client. " emerald knew that this was business, and getting him tangled into it had been a mistake. " you and i both know i wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole if there wasn't money involved. " even she had a price.

“That guy? — you can’t be serious.” @getsevens

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he should've expected it — he did expect it, and still, he isn't prepared for the whiplash that her anger brings. she's closer now, and he's cornered. she wouldn't let him leave, even if he had it in him. maybe if he didn't care about her, or if the last three years hadn't been intertwined with i love you's and promises that had now been broken, he could've. instead, he has to stand there and unravel in her newfound hatred. ‘ amaya, ’ he can't say anything that she wants to hear, and he knows his next words are going to blow up in his face, the moment they reach her ears. he has to be honest. ‘ it wasn't like that. ’ because it had always been more than physical with luce, even before he set eyes on amaya. even she knew there was something more beneath their friendship, it was why she hated luce — tali too, all of them. but he had tried to ignore it, thought he could get over it. and he did, until it all came crashing down. ‘ she just understands me. ’

oh--   he's   sorry,   he's   sorry,   he's   fucking   sorry?!   she'd   never   felt   blood   boil   to   the   point   of   blurring   vision.   there's   a   tightness   in   her   jaw   now,   pearls   clenched   with   the   emotion   poured   through   a   venomous   gaze.   her   nose   nearly   wrinkles   as   the   following   words   are   snarled   from   the   bite   of   canines.   "sorry."   it's   merely   a   scoff,   like   he   was   nothing   more   than   the   ruin   of   her   favorite   shoes-   instead   of   the   empire   of   her   broken   heart.   fuck   him.   her   pacing   is   quiet,   a   few   footsteps   and   she's   standing   closer   now.   chin   tilts   dangerously,   irises   normally   fluttered   in   hues   of   hazel   were   churning   like   a   storm   in   the   distance.   her   breath   touches   the   part   along   his,   tongue   delving   to   wet   brims   only   as   a   taunt   of   selfishness.   you   can't   have   her-   even   if   part   of   him   always   will.   "you're   sorry?"   brows   fitted   together,   scrunching   gently   with   each   syllable.   "i   remember."   her   tone   has   shifted,   lower,   almost   a   whisper.   "let   me   guess-   your   cock   accidentally   ended   up   in   her   mouth?   did   you   trip   and   fall   into   her   gaping   cunt?"   

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‘ i'm not — i'm not starting a fight with you. ’ and they both knew that. she wasn't a combative person, she didn't like to be the one to add fuel to the fire. she's obedient, almost to a fault, in moments like these. because he knows what kind of power he has over her, how he can sway her to do practically anything. all he had to do was say it, and she'd be willing. pathetic. please what ? she doesn't even know. take her back. love her. anything. ‘ please just talk to me. ’ and the fact that she has to ask for that, is humiliating in itself. that she was willing to succumb to desperate attempts, just to be his favorite again.

god,   it   was   easy.   she   was   so   fucking   easy.   it's   almost   boring,   the   way   he   can   twist   the   truth   and   she'll   believe   it.   maybe   part   of   him   should   have   shown   her   mercy,   let   her   go   from   whatever   the   fuck   this   trap   was.   but   a   butterfly   without   wings-   couldn't   fly.   and   he'd   mounted   hers   a   long   time   ago.   lips   pursed,   and   he's   ignoring   her   now,   it's   fucking   cruel   almost.   an   exasperated   sigh   is   etched   into   drew's   features   now,   tilting   his   chin   up   from   his   spot   on   the   couch.   but   there   it   was-   the   sharpness   in   her   tone,   it   stirs   excitement   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach.   god-   they   needed   to   be   fucking   put   down   if   it   kept   coming   to   this.   "you   have   half   a   fucking   drink   and   find   something   to   argue   about."   of   course   he's   twisting   the   narrative,   it   was   his   to   bend.   "please   what?"