&& prisoner

i'm a prisoner to my addiction, i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and cold. i'm a prisoner to my decisions. i'm a prisoner to my addiction. hallie x ashley 1x1s nice!

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Alessandra grabbed the boy by his face. Her index and middle finger groped his left cheek and her thumb squished his other cheek, forcing him to make eye contact with her. —- Wow. Those are some … pretty eyes, she thought. “Yeah. Get it right. It’s a bonfire. My bonfire to be exact. And if you’re gonna stand around here and look like a terrified two year old, you might as well go home,” she said with a stern glare in her eyes. Suddenly, a sharp smirk grew on her face. It was a face that could terrify the life out of anyone. Letting go of the human puppy dog’s face, her fist made it’s way down to his collar. With a rough grip, the cloth wrapped around her knuckles. “No,” she started. “You’re not going home. You’re staying with me tonight. I’ll teach you what a real party is. Not your fucking swanky shit. Let’s go. Grab a beer. You’re in for a wild night.”

There was no way Lip was escaping, not without being completely and utterly embarrassed. He was dead silent and couldn’t not look her in the eyes. Lip slowly raised his eyes so he’d be making eye contact with the very aggressive girl holding on to him. “I --- well... never mind. You wouldn’t really like my answer to that.” When he saw her facial expression switch gears to a terrifying grin, his eyes shot down to the dirt floor. He felt his whole body tense up as she clutched his collar, unsure of what to do. “I-I’m not?” he asked, gulping down his fear. “I-I don’t think this is a real good idea, um, I sorta have a curfew, uh.” He wasn’t lying, he did have a curfew, but it wasn’t until a while later.

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Did she have a job of her own? Of course. Did her dad pay the rent? Yes, of course! Did she want a roommate even though the money wasn’t necessary? Why not? It gets lonely just living with just one person in a big apartment like hers. Katerina didn’t want to put an ad in the paper. Do you know how many creeps would call her? She figured a coffee shop around her apartment in Soho would be a better fit. 

Once the blonde felt the tap on her shoulder, she was kind of stunned who she was talking to. He was definitely easy on the eyes and he seemed like he was a nice guy. She definitely wasn’t expecting someone like him to ask for an apartment. Maybe the universe was actually trying to be nice to her for once. 

“—-Hm? Oh! Yes. Yeah. I am. I’m guessing your an apartment hunter. I’m Katerina. Nice to meet you, uh ––” Her voice trailed off to ask the handsome man’s name. 

Caleb squinted his eyes when she stopped talking, but soon realized it was his turn to talk. “Right -- uh -- the name is Caleb. Pleasure to meet you, Katerina,” he said with a smile. “Do you have time to talk -- like, right now?” He asked, looking around, specifically back at his stuff to make sure it was still there. The boy looked down at his watch and titled his head back and forth. “If you do, I have about an hour or so before I  have to go to work and --” he reached around her to grab the flyer, “which happens to be just a few minutes away from where you live. If you can talk now, let’s sit. I can buy you a drink, food, whatever. If not -- should I give you my number?” He was being charming, he knew he had to be. If he wanted a place to live, he couldn’t be rude.

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discoliips:

Alessandra was well aware of her friend’s idea to invite the prissy pansies to her bonfire. Was she happy about it? Hell no. Did she let it happen? Hell yeah. She thought those stuck up snobs needed to get their noses out of the money trees and get their knickers untwisted to have some real fun. Lessa led the pack of, what some people would call, rebels, so whatever she said went. 

Behind the fire, the brunette stood with a beer filled Solo Cup in her hand and her best friend standing next to her. When she observed the Swankers, as she would call them, her eyes focused themselves on a —- particular one. He seemed somewhat scared to be there, as if someone was going to kill him or something. After taking her friend’s untouched beer right out of her hands, Alessandra decided it would be best to give him—- a warm welcome.

She arrived in front of the boy who she saw whispering to his friend with a smug grin on her face. Her tight leather crop top and skirt hugged her body’s every curve perfectly as her eyes stared into his. “Secrets, secrets are no fun. Not unless you share it with everyone. Haven’t you heard that one before? Unless you Prissies don’t believe in that,” she remarked with a bit of a drawl to her voice. Her left arm crossed her abomen as her right elbow rested on the bone of her left wrist and her right hand’s fingers met her chin gently. Suddenly, her right index finger met his chin as she said, “You. What’s your problem, huh? You don’t like my bonfire? Is that it? Well, you can scurry on home and tuck yourself away in your tempurpedic and hide under your downfeather comforter if that’s what you want. Wouldn’t be less fun without you just standing in the corner, now would it?”

There was no words to describe how Lip was feeling once the girls started to walk over, he wanted to just disappear. He was terrified. Confrontation wasn’t his friend. Ashe saw them approach, he quickly took a step away from his friend, and just watched as they walked over. Around school, they were the people that no one wanted to mess with -- and it wasn’t wrong. Alessandra freaked him out and he didn’t wanna be on her bad side. Except, just his luck, she called him out. “Fuck,” he thought to himself. Right at that moment he wanted to just melt and be one with the dirt. It would have made his life a lot easier. “I -- sorry,” he said, his stutter starting to kick in. When she saw her arm moving, he wanted to die. This was not how he wanted the night to be at all. “No problem. It’s a fine p-party -- bonfire -- r-really.” That’s all he had to say, and he looked up at his friend, who just started chuckling. This is why he needed new friends. Friends who would back him up. Yet, that was not the case for Lip. His stare went down to the ground, hoping she would leave.

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Caleb was sitting down, drinking his coffee, and looking through the newspaper for any apartment listings. His day wasn’t going as well as he thought it would. The idea was to find two or three good apartments in his price range, but nothing was showing up. With his pencil in his mouth to examine the newspaper closer, he heard the door open, and like always, he turned to see who was walking in. About 98% of the time, he didn’t know the person, but that’s just how Caleb was. He went back to searching, but the blonde had walked up to the bullentin board that was a few feet in front of him, so he kept his head up. There it was. She was looking for a roommate and the location was only about three blocks from where he worked. Eyes widened, he shot up and walked up right behind her, taping on her shoulder. Realizing that the pencil was still in his mouth, he took it out and just started to twirl it with his fingers. “Uh, hey... You’re looking for a roommate?” He asked, realizing that he was pretty close to her, so he took a small step back to give her personal space.

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Lip was obviously uncomfortable. They were on someone else’s territory, and he only knew his friends that were with him. Where would they run if the cops came? Which was likely to happen where they were. Why his friends even agreed to come to the party was beyond him. He wasn’t a goody-two-shoes, persay, he just liked being places that were in his comfort zone. They had been there for maybe ten minutes, and he was ready to leave. Arms folded against his chest, he nudged his friend slightly, and moving his mouth a few centimeters away from his ear. “Can we -- can we please go?” he asked, in a loud whisper, so he could heaar over all the music and other voices.