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Stalker kicks gives it such a negative connotation.  I guess I could go to a club, but I also like the idea of other people putting in work to please me so..

Can’t you just go to a club to get your stalker kicks?

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Really? What would you suggest then?

Or you could be having your own fun in other ways.

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I wouldn't say I'm the ultimate creep. You have to give the stalkers and the perverts of the world some credit. I'm third at best.

You are the ultimate creep. 

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Can somebody throw a house party or something? Watching people make fools of themselves at the fair was fun and all but watching ridiculously drunk people make fools of themselves would be far more entertaining. Booze increases peoples fuck up rate by substantial amounts and standing on the sidelines watching it all go down would be great.

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Do Better - Say Anything

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L U R K --  Cost you to keep me quiet ✖ Give in to the slow descent. Give in to the trust to feel it. ✖ We both know more trouble's gonna find us If we're all alone ✖ Be careful making wishes in the dark ✖ There ain't no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good ✖ Sleep with one eye open gripping your pillow tight ✖ Bootleg emotions bottled up explosions ✖ I'm coming after you when you're sleeping at night ✖  I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average  ✖ In all chaos there is calculation, dropping glasses just to hear them break ✖ I wanna be faithful I wanna be raw I wanna be ignorant and I wanna know all I wanna die someday I wanna live long I want what I ask for and I get what I want ✖

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It think that all depends on how far you're willing to go for alcohol and how self-serving the one supplying the alcohol is.

What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?

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Ooh, do you know Wonderwall?

Yeah, I don’t actually know how to play.  Just pretend with me, eh?

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He spoke slowly, deliberately as he was genuinely confused and possibly a bit worried when it came to her mental state. "I know that. I just said that. I literally just said that. I listed them. Are you alright? Do you have issues with your short term memory because you might want to get that checked out," he said in a soft spoken, mock concern. He chuckled as she put her hands on her hips. "Victoria, I am a student of psychology and therefore I am very self aware. There is nothing you could unearth about me that isn't already laid out on the surface for all to see. For me, what you see is what you get because I don't have time for fake bullshit. There is no 'you don't know me' retort because I've already shown you all of me." He ignored her last comment because honestly, why bother at this point but as an after thought, he added, "Putting your hands on your hips is another way to make yourself seem larger."

Wayde blinked. She continually contradicted herself and she was almost at a loss for words because of it. She claimed she wasn't phased by him trying to figure her out and then immediately said that him trying to figure her out pissed her off.  "Considering I'm getting your blood boiling saying things that you claim are nonsense while I remain unphased, yeah, I would say I have the dominant hand in the situation," Wayde said coolly, flashing her a grin. "You say you bring out the worst in others but as of now, you're giving me all the control. I'm bringing out the anger in you."

Once again, he was taken aback by her lack of understanding. It wasn't the same logic. It wasn't the same logic at all. Voluntarily responding to a false deduction with disinterest and an involuntary emotional response due to mental illness had no correlation whatsoever. Could she hear herself? "I'm bored with you. Enjoy your cliff dive," with a raise of the eyebrows, he gave her a curt nod.

"When I say break my heart, I don’t mean it in a strictly romantic sense. Your heart can be broken in many other ways and by many other people who are not a significant other, smartass. And what’s your story, Wayde? You’re so eager to figure me out that it’s only fair I shoot your own words against you." Victoria placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes. "You’re right. Our mind and personality is shaped by what’s around us, how we live, who we talk to, and what happens. But there are some of us who had an early start. From the moment we were conceived, we had inevitable traits in us. While we can ignore them, sometimes it’s better to just accept who you are and how you were born." Victoria thought of Evangeline who tried so hard to be good yet there was still a darkness in her— the very same darkness in Victoria. They were one in the same except Victoria fell into the darkness while Evangeline crawled out. The brunette fixed him with a steely gaze. "Thinking you were intelligent didn’t mean I was ‘warming up to you’."

Victoria’s eyes darkened. “That’s because I’m not trying to prove that I don’t care. I don’t enjoy people forcing their theories about me on me. I have no problem with you assuming you know me, rather I find it amusing, but the fact that you’re attempting to psychoanalyze me is actually pissing me off.” She rolled her eyes. “Right, because I need tips from you.” The demon felt herself losing control by the minute. “And you have the dominant hand in this situation?” Victoria asked mockingly. “No, I would tell you that you were wrong. You aren’t right simply because I haven’t walked away. That’s like saying someone isn’t depressed because they don’t cry. It’s the same logic.”

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Wayde couldn't help but laugh at her offer. "You honestly think I can do that?" Flexibility was critical in football but it wasn't like he was doing yoga every day to stay limber. Still, he bit his lip, pondering. What did he have to lose? "Okay. Sure."

Slowly, Dylan lowered herself, sweat beading at her hair line and her chest rising and falling against the tight fabric of her sports bra. You have no idea. But Dylan ignored the comment. Dylan was far from lucky. ❝If you’re so insistent on stay, why not just get down here and join me?❞ She raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge for the beautiful man in the moonlight. If he agreed, wonderful. If he didn’t, oh well. Dylan wouldn’t be offended either way.

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"Mmm, not everyone," he shook his head. "Never said someone broke your heart. You make it sound like the Notebook. I just said that someone you trusted or cared about deeply hurt you and thats very very broad. I mentioned mother, father and friends and boyfriend and maybe you don't even realize what made you this way but everyones got a story. The mind isn't as cut and dry as you make it out to be. Its far more complicated than 'I was just born a bitch'" He chuckled at her words. "Aww, you were warming up to me...that's sweet," he teased. "Not wise, but sweet."

"So so defensive, Victoria. I've never seen someone who supposedly doesn't care try so hard to prove they don't care," he crooned. "See how my voice is calm? Its a great way to let people know you're unaffected--even when you're not. You on the other hand..." he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Your voice is clearly upset and you're getting into my personal space. Subconsciously trying to invade my little bubble here and assert your dominance in the situation even though you have none. If I was completely off and you truly had nothing to prove to me, or to yourself honestly, wouldn't you have walked away once I got you all wrong? You could stand here and try and deduce my tragic backstory and if you were wrong, I wouldn't have to defend myself if I knew that every single thing you said was incredibly far-fetched...so I know that I at least got something a little right."

Victoria was slack-jawed. She wasn’t so much shocked at the fact that he was right in a few areas but that he had the audacity to dare think he knew her. “Everyone’s guarded.” Victoria shot back, her words laced with a furious venom. “You’re saying exactly what every one of those idiots says in regards to me: that somewhere along the way, someone hurt me and now I’m a bitch because of it. I’m casually cruel not because I expect the worst in people but because that’s simply my personality. I enjoy being that way. In fact, I bring the worst out of others. Nevertheless, I assure you that no one hurt me or broke my nonexistent heart. If anyone broke anyone’s trust, it’d be me. Do you honestly believe that I’d be so cliché as to have the trope of ‘girl was broken by someone and is now a bitch’ lingering over me?" Victoria stepped closer to him, anger coursing through her veins as she cocked her head to the side. "And here I thought I’d finally met someone smart enough to see past that and dig a little deeper. What a sorry shame."

She laughed icily, her self control diminishing by the minute. “Baby, I hate to break it to you but you haven’t got me figured out at all. I have absolutely nothing to prove to anyone. As far as I’m concerned, my reputation is set in stone in this town. Ask anyone and I guarantee their answers will be the same— A cold hearted bitch with a soft spot for animals. That’s what you’re going to get or at least, some variation of it. I never denied being the ‘you don’t know me’ girl because I know I certainly fall under that. And I have yet to be proven wrong.”

"Apparently not considering you’re a fucking killjoy."

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Wrath I can feel. Can't wait. The anticipations gonna kill me.

I’m not a dog, honey. My wrath is not some parlor trick. Trust me, when I get really angry, you’ll feel it before I will.

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What she wants people to see. "Exactly. You're guarded. You meet people with this almost immediate animosity. On the bench, your first words were rude--somewhat acidic. Just now, before you even knew who I was, your first words were once again, rude. You thinking that I'm some guy who creeps on girls cliff diving? You expect the worst of people before they can get a word out to convince you otherwise. Now, this could just mean that mommy and daddy taught you better than to talk to strangers or, like most, it could show that you don't want to open up to people at all whether they're strangers or not; that you have trust issues; that someone close to you had your trust but they hurt you so you only show parts of yourself and lock the others away. Of course, determining who that was: mother, father, friend, boyfriend; That is just just a little bit harder. That takes time," he said with a shrug, nodding.

"I can keep going. You also clearly take comfort in remaining this enigma that you aren't--at least to me. You hold your own in intelligent conversation as you proved on the bench and I'd be lying if I said that wasn't damn refreshing compared to some of the people in this town, but it had this very smug air to it like you had something to prove or an image to uphold. I also mocked you saying you were the 'you don't know me' girl with a bad attitude and you literally just told me that I couldn't figure you out if I tried--proving that you are the 'you don't know me' girl. Please correct me if I'm wrong in any of this, but I do feel like I've been getting better at..." He paused, lips forming a thin line. "'Unpuzzling'"

"Also, I'm pretty sure our ideas of fun would differ greatly."

"I only put on display what I want people to see."  Victoria replied before giving an airy laugh. "Believe me, you couldn’t figure me out if you tried. I have no problem with people attempting to unpuzzle me because I can count on one hand what they’ll come up with." The brunette brushed off his look, weighing his name in her mind. "Wayde then."

Victoria glared at him, aggravated that he was unfazed by her remarks. “Yes. Clearly, you’ve never done it before if you have to ask that. Plus, what else do you suggest I do for fun?”

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"Bad habit, I suppose...but, its hard not to read into it when you put it on display for everyone to see, don't you think?" as he spoke, he weaved his hands together, nodding. "If you don't want people to try and figure you out, then you might want to stay indoors. I can almost feel the hostility radiating off of your body," he said, giving her a pointed look.  "Wayde Fitzwilliam"

"Oh, I'd like to think I'm at least thirteen," he returned her eyeroll with a laugh before pausing for a moment at her words. "You really do that for fun?"

"Wonderful." She said with a tone of finality. The brunette raised an eyebrow at his words. "You’re already reading into my personality. Cute." Victoria crossed her arms. "For the record, I do have manners. Not to mention I prefer to maintain some sort of civility by referring to others by their name. So, yes, tell me."

"Who the hell takes a walk in the the woods at the middle of the night to get back home out of their own free will?" Victoria asked, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at his remark and sighed. "Alright, you’re twelve. Anyway, if you don’t mind I’d like to get back to jumping."

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Good. Get angry. It’s the only way we get what we want.