drag me down

Yeah… Yeah, whatever romance isn’t really that bad. Oh you are? I didn’t think you would be. She’s still technically a teacher at the school though so it is still very much off limits. I don’t even know if she thinks of me like that she probably thinks I’m too young for her when I think about it. I’m just tired of the whole one nights; not that I have a lot of experience with it… At least you can stare at something pretty. Maybe you should just try a little harder? I mean it’s not like it can kill you to try and enjoy the tutoring sessions.

I think you’re just blinded by teenage hormones. Hey, I might not be one for happy endings and all that bullshit but it’s nice to hear that one of my good friends is doing well for himself; It’s gonna be one of us and if we’re being honest, better you than me.. I don’t need any of that drama. Tomato tamotto, you’re both of age and she doesn’t give grades so it’s not illegal nor is it bribery for good grades. Dude just tell her, what do you have to lose? Maybe she’ll surprise you.. ladies in their twenties are sometimes kinky as hell. Yeah she might be pretty but this whole tutoring thing is shit. I’m just there to graduate high school with a passing grade, the lowest one possible.

#ryanxhale

“Oh you’re sure of it? I think you must have imagined all of that.” Charlie spoke dryly with a very contradictory smile on her lips. Busying herself with writing down notes and highlighting certain passages that could help with picking the right prompt Char hummed in acknowledgment looking up at him. Finding something humorous in what he was saying Charlie observed him, scrunching up her nose when his feet hit the table. “What makes you so sure about that?” She asked raising an eyebrow. Luckily for them the two seemed to be the only group in that section of the library, so she didn’t have to worry about the normal rif raff bothering her sessions. “It could be fun if you pick one that you really enjoy… What do you like to do? Any hobbies?” She asked trying to engage him into the assignment.

“Denial is the first step to acceptance,” the blonde male went on, enjoying every moment of their conversation and how much he looked to be bothering the other blonde. “Come on, you and I both know that this whole tutoring thing isn’t going to work out.. there’s no hope for me really,” he stated, a smirk playing on his lips. There was truth behind his words, tutoring wasn’t his forte and he absolutely despised the fact that his teacher decided to put him through this. Sometimes he really regretted making a promise “You know what, let me think on that and I’ll get back to you,” sarcasm still spilling from his words. While the essay wasn’t going to be fun or anything involved with tutoring, he was having one heck of a ball teasing the girl across from him.

#charliextills

Awe you can’t handle feelings, alright you got me no more softy feelings. Of course you are, I mean come on aren’t you some gift to females. Please, I so am not all creepy by far the least creepiest. I guess you could say that… It gets a little weird cause like I consider her a close friend, but then again she’s like my teacher when I get to school. I don’t just want to sleep with her, I mean that’d be fine also I just kinda want something more stable. Is that naive of me? You got yourself a girl tutor? Damn lucky… I mean lucky if she’s cute is she cute? Irritating huh? More so than the kind of irritating it is when you’re around other people or just cause you don’t want to be there it’s irritating.

Thank God, I thought my ears were going to start bleeding. I might be a gift to the ladies but certainly not how they’d like me to be. Always wanting romance and all that shit, I don’t understand it. I’m just giving you a hard time, I’m actually happy to hear that it’s going good for you in that aspect. Of course you can’t tell anyone that or I’d have to kick your ass. I can see how that is a bit weird but if you think about it, technically she’s not really a teacher - just a person working in the library - no big deal if you ask me. Naive? Hell man, if you want a relationship, that’s your prerogative, fuck what anyone else thinks. She’s not bad looking, no. I’d have to say it’s probably both.

#ryanxhale

Giving him a peachy smile Charlie shrugged using her hands with the motion. “Really? I thought my face screamed how thrilled I am.” Raising her brows as she spoke the male already getting under her skin and they hadn’t even started the session. She watched him pace, making her slightly nervous as she followed his intimidating figure. When he finally sat she let out a sigh of relief, part of her thinking he would have bolted sooner than later. “Don’t worry about it, that’s why I have a book.” She murmured pushing the materials over to him. “You’re not the first or the last person that’s going to tell me they didn’t bring the stuff.” Charlie smarted off before reaching over and opening the book to the prompt page. “So the first thing we have to do is get you to pick a prompt for the essay and then we could discuss more of the details and how to piece it together which parts could be stronger and which are already really good. Does that sound like a good plan?” Meeting his gaze, Charlie was dead set on not wavering in his presence even if he sent her blood running cold.

#ugh yes and it'd just be the most odd places ever!#charliextills

A smirk came across the blonde’s face, “I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes light up the moment they laid themselves upon me,” he teased even more, his arrogance pouring out of him even more so than usual. “Of course,” he murmured, he wouldn’t have expected anything less. “There’s no point in it really,” he shrugged. “I say one or two more sessions and I’ll be about done,” he stated matter of factly, relaxing back in the chair and putting his feet upon the table. “A prompt? Because that sounds like so much fun,” he rolled his eyes, clearly bored with the situation already and if he had it his way, he wouldn’t even be there - hell, he wouldn’t even be in school anymore.

Nah you’re fine I don’t mind your teasing. You’re not that bad dude, who knows maybe something serious would do you something good? Or it could just be a bad idea altogether. No we aren’t I just you know stare at her from afar like the creep I am. Yes we are friends! I kind of ditch my classes sometimes to hang out with her, not like it is something super serious. Oh your tutor huh? I didn’t even think you’d take the tutoring thing seriously. Is he as annoying as me? Or is he worse cause there’s this one guy I compete with in class and he is the most annoying person I’ve ever met. Not that much older she’s like 22 or something.

#me too dude!#chat #ryanxhale #she's irritating because she talks back to him and omg he's so not used to it and i just lskdjfasdj

Don’t me getting all soft on me now, dude.. you know I can’t handle that shit. No, maybe sometime in the future like several years from now but right now I’m just fine with the single life. I knew you always had a creepy side to ya. All jokes aside, it is kind of weird that you two are friend’s being she’s the freakin’ librarian and you’re the student but hell if she’s 22, you’re 19.. it’s age of consent, why the hell not? The tutoring thing is shit and sometimes I wonder why I even made the promise but actually he’s a she and she’s just irritating dude.

It wasn’t funny honestly if you were to tell me you fancied someone I wouldn’t tease you… I’d probably ask if you’d been possessed though. Fine, I was fawning and still am. She’s seriously something else Heath like there isn’t a word in the world that could describe just how amazing she is. Oh? Sounds like you are having trouble with the ladies, this I got to hear about. One of them finally decide to argue with you before you kicked them out? Chocolates and flowers? She’s older than us I don’t think she’d like just that.

#haha for real xD #chat #ryanxhale

Come on, you know it was funny but hey, I’ll stop if you want me to. You never know, truthfully I’d probably think the same thing but let’s hope that doesn’t happen, I’m already screwed up enough as it is. Are you two friends or something? Because if you’re talking about her like that and you don’t actually talk to her then something’s wrong here. No trouble with the ladies.. I’m just trying to figure out what’s up with my tutor. How much older are we talking? Please don’t tell me she’s older than 35.

Hey! I told you that in confidence not so you could use it against me and it wasn’t fawning! I- I nev- never said I wanted to b-bang her Heath. Yeah like you could have any issues dealing with females. I need– I dunno help whoo’ing her or something.

#he's just like why are you coming to me of all people to whoo her??#chat #ryanxhale

You know I’m just joking around, man. But it definitely was fawning and I can bet you a dollar to a penny you’re about to fawn some more. Sure you didn’t.. you’re at least thinking it though. You have no idea. Buy her chocolates and flowers, that’s every girl’s thing right?

Gritting her teeth at the nickname Charlie couldn’t tell properly if she hated the nickname or if she loved it coming from his lips. Tugging the beanie off of her head, the young blonde rubbed the back of her neck. “Seems to be so very lucky indeed.” She mumbled under her breath while she finally really took his statue in. He was something else, attractive yes, but despite his godlike features Charlie was interested in him. Why he was at a cemetery so early in the morning drinking his life away? Questions and ideas swirled in her daydream state, shaking herself awake again before she let out a huff of air. “Might as well sit down… Please.” Adding the mannerism at the end of her sentence like her mother had always taught her finally taking her own seat chewing mindlessly on her bottom lip. She knew he was trouble, he practically wreaked it from his pores the cigarette smoke still lingering about him. He was the definition of the boys she was strictly told to stay away from, yet she wasn’t turning him away.

The male’s eyes studied her and while he’d never admit it to anyone, he did find her to be quite easy on the eyes. “Someone doesn’t sound very happy to see me again,” Heath stated, only toying around with her. If we was going to be stuck in tutoring session with this girl, he might as well have fun with it and their clashing personalities. He stood pacing for a moment longer after she had asked him to sit down and fought the urge to get out another cigarette right there in the library. Mentally sighing, he found himself sitting down across from her at the small, rounded table. “Yeah, I didn’t bring my book or anything really,” he admitted, watching the girl’s face for an expected expression. Truthfully, when his English teacher mentioned tutor sessions, he didn’t think they’d last very long, perhaps one or three so he figured to hell with bringing his things.

{ @heathxemerson }

You remember that little tid bit I told you about how my school got a new I librarian and she was pretty? Well, I lied she’s a lot prettier then I anticipated and you’re the man of this friendship so I need your help.

#hahahah i had to!#chat #ryanxhale

Oh yes, how could I not remember.. you fawned over her even then. So you’re telling me the student wants to bang his teacher? Damn, and I thought I had issues. What do you need my help for?

Mindlessly scrolling through her Twitter feed, Charlie was barely paying attention to whatever hashtag was trending or even the group chat she was in discussing the upcoming events for the school year. Her mind solely focused on the stranger in the cemetery and what his story could be. In her mind alone she had picked apart the meeting piece by piece knowing full well that it wasn’t going to do her any good to be intrigued by a boy who drank in the middle of the day in a cemetery. Hearing a familiar nagging voice the young blonde raised her head to see the stranger once again. Her mouth dropping open before she closed it setting her phone face down on the table to stand up “Please tell me you’re not Heath…” She asked half of her praying that it was while the other prayed that he wasn’t and this just happened to be her lucky not so lucky day with the stranger.

The blonde was attractive, he’d give her that. But guys like him weren’t good for girls like her -- or vice versa. She was pure, intelligent, and good, Heath knew that while he was just plain out bad and as most would describe him ignorant and walking into that library and spotting the same girl from the graveyard, he knew he was doomed in that instant. A smirk played at the male’s lips, the girl’s expression amusing to him.·“Sorry sunshine, that’s the name,” he grunted, not sitting down beside her quite yet.·“Isn’t it our lucky day?” sarcasm as always.

#haha will do!

Scrunching her eyebrows together Charlie truly believed she had never met anyone so– irritating. The blonde didn’t even have to tell her a perverted joke and she was already tired with the attitude. Rolling her eyes she shook her head. “Yeah you sort of have that whole ‘no sorry’ thing written on your face.” She commented dryly despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. “No… I was just– Nothing, I’m leaving now try not to trip any other strangers or throw your bottles around the graveyard.” With another shake of her head Charlie reached into her pocket to produce the keys to her car heading straight for it and on her way to the library.

Despite her being nearly thirty minutes late to the tutoring session, it seemed that the student she was tutoring hadn’t checked the time either. Sighing under her breath in relief she began to set up the assigned group of tables she had in her name with all the materials they’d end up using. Once done she sat down mindlessly thinking about the stranger in the cemetery.

#don't mind me if i use this gif a lot i just really love it #chat #charliextills

Heath raised his eyebrow at the blonde. “Yeah, yeah.. who died and made you queen?” he questioned, matching the girl’s same dry tone. If he had another bottle at his disposal, he would’ve thrown it against a tree again in that moment. Instead he took out a cigarette and lighter, flipping the lighter in his hand before lighting the cig. “Careful where you walk,” he commented as he parted ways with her to walk down to the library.

The male couldn’t figure out why he agreed to tutoring sessions, for all he knew his high school career was down the drain – hell, the only reason he was still in school was because his mother made him promise to stay in school so he could at least have a high school diploma. Flicking the second cigarette onto the ground, he blew the smoke from his mouth and walked in. “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he muttered with a sigh, debating on if he should walk back out the way he came.

charliextills:

Leaning heavily on one foot Charlie raised her shoulders in a shrug. “I already said I was sorry and I know that the napkins won’t clean you up, but I don’t have anything else.” She had never gotten so bitter with anyone in her life, but the blonde boy in front of her was frying her nerves. “There’s also a gas station on the corner that has one of those hand dryers you could use.” She muttered under her breath before giving him a nod of her own well past late.

Heath sighed, “If you’re expecting an ‘it’s okay’ or an apology for my shit attitude you’re expecting it from the wrong guy,” he stated, assuming she was still around him for just that as he finished up trying to dry his clothes. “Talk about a buzz kill,” he murmured to himself as he turned around and bent down to pick his belongings up off of the ground. As he turned back to face where the girl was, he couldn’t stop the rude question that was coming from his mouth. “Is there a reason you’re still here?”

#haha she's adorable!#chat #charliextills

charliextills:

Charlie was already becoming annoyed with the male in front of her. “You’re ridiculous.” She commented with an eye roll of her own. She wasn’t going to spend her entire afternoon arguing with the attractive male. Her phone was a lifesaver almost sending the text she tried to ignore his noise, but for some reason it had gotten under her skin. “I guess not.” She spoke with a forced smile reaching into her bag to produce some napkins. “Here it’s all I got. I have to go.” She was trying to cut this unpleasant run in as short as she could while patiently holding out the paper towels in her left hand.

He rose a brow at the other blonde, “I’m ridiculous?” Heath questioned. “I wasn’t bothering anyone,” he mentioned, which was the truth if he ever told it. The young man let out an annoyed laugh. “You think napkins are really going to do the trick?” he questioned once more. Despite his disapproval, he took the napkins from her anyways and though he didn’t bother with as much as a ‘thank you’, he nodded his head at her to show his appreciation, or lack thereof.

charliextills:

Setting her shoulder’s back Charlie shook her head profusely at the drunken male. “I care for your information just because people are dead doesn’t mean you should be an inconsiderate asshole.” The words fell from her mouth so quickly that she really didn’t think about how rude she might have sounded. Biting down on her lip she couldn’t argue his point because if there was one thing she hated it was wet clothes and littering. Ignoring his glare briefly Charlie looked down at her phone her fingers swiftly texting her reply that she’d be there soon, she groaned why did she schedule such a late meeting. “I’m sorry next time I’ll look where I’m going does that make it better?”

“Oh yes because me just sitting here drinking a beer is so inconsiderate to the dead,” he retorted with an eye roll. He quickly got up from where he was sitting, already tired of the girl bothering him in his stuper. His eyes stayed on her as she pulled her phone out to, what looked like, send a text out to someone. He made a slight noise, as to tell her to leave him alone. Heath gave her a questioning look, “Does that make my clothes any dryer?”

charliextills:

Glowering at the male she had tripped over, Charlie tried her best not to jump at the sound of the bottle hitting the tree. “Excuse me? Why don’t you–” She trailed off not coming up with a better comeback considering it was her fault. “You’re not supposed to be drinking in here…” She cursed herself for sounding like a child, but it was the truth while you could show up pissed drunk liquor wasn’t allowed in the graveyard. “You’re kidding right? It’s seriously a drink and you’re complaining about it being spilled? You don’t look like the type to spend hours doing your laundry for it to be perfect. And the waste is actually all the glass you probably broke so–” Charlie stopped once again groaning underneath her breath as her phone vibrated once more.

Heath’s eyes landed on the person who had tripped over him. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, of course it was some rich, goody-two shoes. The blonde studied the other as she tried to think up a comeback. “Not supposed to be drinking in here,” he half mocked her. “Shit, who the hell cares?” the man retorted with a shrug of his shoulders. “No I’m not kidding. I’d rather not go around with wet clothes,” he mentioned as if it were obvious -- she seemed like just the type who would clearly understand that. “The waste was the drink you made me spill all over myself,” Heath glared at her as she stopped mid sentence when a vibration of a phone was heard.

charliextills:

Charlie could never put into words why she spent so much time in a cemetery sat next to her grandfather’s. Maybe because it gave her a sense of serenity as screwed up as that might be, she felt at piece with all of the dead surrounding her. Kind of a fucked up thing coming from the female that was always sprightly and alive. The calmness gave her never stopping brain the quiet time it needed from tutor sessions, to her parents griping at her for not going to some ivy league school. She knew she had the brains for it, but there was something holding her back. A part of her blamed this place strangely, without it what would she do when she was stressed? This was her haven, and she couldn’t leave her grandpa the one that always knew ‘she was destined to change someone’s life’. Now she just snickered at it because she had daily comments about how she saved them. Hearing her phone vibrate loudly in her hands, she groaned standing fully. “Bye Gramps.” She murmured softly before heading towards her last tutor session for the day not even noticing the legs sticking out as she tripped catching herself before she slammed into another tombstone. “What the f–”Her words trailed off as she looked at the owner of the legs. “I’m so-sorry.”

A few moments later and he would know someone else was there as said someone decided to practically step on top of him. He spilled his beer down his shirt and sloshed it onto his pant leg, “Shit!,” he said, not even bothering to see if the person was okay. Five years ago he would have been the one saying sorry and checking up on the other to make sure they were okay but it wasn’t five years ago and he wasn’t that person. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” he mumbled, throwing the beer bottle at a tree across from him “What a waste,” Heath rambled on.