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Are you going to stop RPing now that the group is gone? Please say no. I love your writing and how well you play Bianca. Please keep RPing.
Aw, I don't know how long this has been here. But, yes, I am roleplaying still! I'm in a different roleplay right here if you still want to read from me.
You suddenly got colder; || Owen
Bianca stared at her phone, sincer confusion contorting the latina's features as she scoffed. What the fuck? She thought to herself, shaking her head. She'd expected a reaction from Owen but not such a hostile one as she'd received. Owen had a right to be upset, they were both his friends. But, Bianca didn't even know herself what was going on between her and Fitz, nevermind start telling people about it. Bianca was just frustrated. Tossing her phone on the bed, Bianca sat up and knit her eyebrows together. What was going on between them? She sighed, reaching up to touch her eye and cringed. Usually, taking a black eye was something she could do like a champ but the stupid girl from the ravine practically lunged into the punch and her head throbbed just thinking about it.
Why was Owen so angry? Was he seriously that angry that it was Fitz, or that neither of them told him? Bianca shook her head again, trying to shake her head free of all the thoughts swirling in her mind. What the fuck was happening to everyone? Bianca frowned and climbed off the bed. After receiving a few more texts and getting even more frustrated, Bianca decided to go down to that stupid gym and confront him. She sighed, grabbing her leather jacket and shrugging it on over her small frame. It took her only ten minutes to walk to the gym, probably less than if she'd tried to take her car. Bianca walked into the gym, tank top and ripped jeans attracting more attention than she had the time for. The girl muttered obscenities and waved them away, expression darkening when she found Owen by the weights. Sighing, the bunette walked over and crossed her arms. "Okay, I'm here. What the hell is your problem?"
Text to Owen;
Owen: You wanna see me, you come lift. I'm not going to the ravine. Chloe's back and I don't wanna deal with that shit.
Bianca: And she hardly wastes time on places like the ravine. Do you want me to come to the stupid gym?
Text to Owen;
Owen: Because I don't do feelings. Not anymore. Let me lift in peace.
Bianca: I don't get how this has anything to do with YOUR feelings. Ugh. Whatever, go lift. Have fun. I'll be at ravine if you feel like not being a stubborn ass but I won't hold my breath.
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Great. Mind telling me them, or are you too busy being an asshole for no apparent reason?
Owen: Too busy going to the gym.
Bianca: Owen, come on. What is going on?
Owen: I don't wanna talk about this shit.
Bianca: Why not?
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Great. Mind telling me them, or are you too busy being an asshole for no apparent reason?
Owen: Too busy going to the gym.
Bianca: Owen, come on. What is going on?
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Are you seriously mad at me right now? What is your problem?
Owen: What part of fuck off doesn't make sense to you?
Bianca: Apparently the fuck off part! Why the hell are you so pissed?
Owen: I have my reasons.
Bianca: Great. Mind telling me them, or are you too busy being an asshole for no apparent reason?
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Are you seriously mad at me right now? What is your problem?
Owen: What part of fuck off doesn't make sense to you?
Bianca: Apparently the fuck off part! Why the hell are you so pissed?
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Fucking hell. What does it matter who it is?!
Owen: Fuck off, Bee.
Bianca: Okay, what the fuck?
Owen: I'm going to work out. Peace.
Bianca: Are you seriously mad at me right now? What is your problem?
Text to Owen;
Bianca: Fucking hell. What does it matter who it is?!
Owen: Fuck off, Bee.
Bianca: Okay, what the fuck?
Text to Owen;
Owen: ...
Bianca: It's just a casual thing, O.
Owen: Why can't I fucking know?
Bianca: Because it's not even a big thing, Owen. Why are you freaking out so much about it?
Owen: Whatever.
Bianca: So, if I tell you who it is and he gets pissed, are you going to handle Fitz?
Owen: I fucking knew it was him.
Bianca: Fucking hell. What does it matter who it is?!
Text to Owen;
Owen: ...
Bianca: It's just a casual thing, O.
Owen: Why can't I fucking know?
Bianca: Because it's not even a big thing, Owen. Why are you freaking out so much about it?
Owen: Whatever.
Bianca: So, if I tell you who it is and he gets pissed, are you going to handle Fitz?
Text to Owen;
Owen: ...
Bianca: It's just a casual thing, O.
Owen: Why can't I fucking know?
Bianca: Because it's not even a big thing, Owen. Why are you freaking out so much about it?
Text to Owen;
Owen: ...
Bianca: It's just a casual thing, O.
Text to Owen;
Bianca: What's up?
Owen: You gonna tell me who you're dating or do I need to beat up every dude I know til I find out?
Bianca: I'm not really.. dating anyone, per se. It's just-- well, I'm not really sure what's happening with us.
Text to Owen;
Bianca: What's up?
And now I can feel a black eye coming on; great.