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[sierrapratt]

scottxmcbride​:

This whole situation was Scott’s worst nightmare, and the more people who witnessed it, the more he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He hated himself in that moment, and it was unfortunate that hatred, in his world, manifested as anger. “There’s a 7-Eleven down the street. Next time, I suggest you just meet there and avoid all of this.” He gestured emphatically between the two of them. He may have been able to rein in his need to scream, until Hockheim’s words reached him. He laughed, manically, and turned on his students, staring at him with clear amusement in their eyes. “Enjoying the fucking show?” he snarled at them. A few scattered at his words, and the ones that were a little bolder, and decided to remain, at least ad the decency to wipe the smirks off of their faces. His face screwed up a little, and he was glad he had aimed his little outburst at the kids, because otherwise, she might have borne the brunt of his impatience, even more than she already had. “There was nothing you could have done.” He admitted. “If there wasn’t a chance for me and Meghan, you would have been it. But I thought that there was. And as long as I had that idea in my head…” he did not need to say anymore. They both knew what followed that statement, and they both knew what came next did not need to be vocalised. 

Sierra was quiet. Not that she had a choice or anything, she didn’t know what to say or how to speak up without bursting into ugly tears. That was bound to happen at any moment, so any attempt to keep it at bay was being utilized. She shut her eyes once he shouted at the students watching. She hated the feeling of being under a microscope, and Scott raising his voice at them probably didn’t help with that at all. If she’d turned around, she’d see the chunky kid giving him a ‘jeez, take it easy’ expression while his friend started pushing him back into whatever class they were supposed to be in. She finally opened her eyes again but found it hard to look at Scott. She may have asked for the reasoning behind everything, but that didn’t make it hurt less. She wasn’t sure what she expected, in all honesty. “So basically, no matter what, I’ve always been and always will be the second choice,” she nodded slowly, her face starting to crumple. She could feel the breakdown she’d wanted to hold back starting to avalanche. “Why did you even bother with this, then? If it’s always been her, why did you go through the effort of anything with me? That is such a fucked up thing to do to someone you love, Scott.” She wanted to say more but physically couldn’t. She was shaking from how hard she was crying now, using a hand to cover her mouth and muffle the sobs threatening to escape. 

[sierrapratt]

scottxmcbride‌:

Scott’s short fuse had been his downfall for as long as he could remember. It had been lit when he had seen Sierra again, and not had burned down, the explosive display of his temper incoming. “Yeah? Is there nowhere else in New Jersey she could meet you, then? You knew what you were doing, Sierra.” In truth, there was little need for him to pop off at her like this. She had certainly been the innocent party, but had not been the only one to have hurt. The whole situation had tied him up in knots for months. He didn’t think he would ever be the same, and this little encounter just brought everything back. He was blinded to the attentions of those who had filtered into the corridor. The only thing he saw was her, rage clouding her peripheral vision. “Don’t act like I didn’t love you, Sierra. i did. It just wasn’t enough.” 

“No, I didn’t. In fact, this is the last thing I wanted. All I wanted was to find the stupid art room and not run in to you, but here we are.” Sierra remained silent while he spoke. Even when she heard a voice behind her mutter something along the lines of ‘that’s some hot anger, hot enough to pop some corn’ and another voice shushing them, her eyes remained fixed on Scott. At least, the weird, distorted, blurred-by-tears figure of him. There wasn’t going to be a proper way to make him see what she’d been through, although she was sure he could imagine. It was still difficult to wrap her head around the fact that there wasn’t going to be a her and him in the end. “I never said you didn’t love me. I just don’t...” She shook her head, struggling to get the words out. The sobs were choking her at this point. “I don’t know what I did wrong, Scott.” The first round of tears started to roll down her cheeks. There was no use in trying to hold them back, anyways. That dam was bound to break sooner or later, and as much as she wished it wasn’t in front of him, it was beyond control. “Can you at least tell me that? So I don’t have to wonder for the rest of my life why I wasn’t enough for you? Just tell me where I fucked up. Please.”

[sierrapratt]

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“Did I want a scene?” He repeated, incredulously. He had been sympathetic to her needs, of course he had, but there was only so much one man could take. He certainly did not take kindly to being screamed at in his own place of work, and that was what caused him to cross his arms over his chest, glaring at her with an intensity usually reserved for his most annoying of students. “I have never, at any point, wanted to make this difficult for you, Sierra. I have been as honest with you as it is possible to be. If you want to continue with this, that’s on you.” He had raised his voice without realising, his words becoming less clear as the Scottish accent began deepening. “Well what the hell else am I supposed to think when you just show up and throw me the stink eye in the hall way? Why would you even arrange to meet here anyway?” 

Sierra wanted to keep chewing him out and pretend like she didn’t feel anything other than anger. She did, though. God, did she feel every fucking thing. “Because she works here, you idiot,” she practically spat out. She was trying to keep it together. Trying was the key word. The longer the stood there, the more she felt her resolve crumbling. She knew it was bad when she saw some tall, floppy haired kid and his friend with frosted tips about to enter the hallway, only to pause and listen for a moment before turning around. The tall one had to pretty much drag his buddy away, who seemed pretty curious about what was happening. She understood, she really did. If this was anyone else, she’d want to break out the popcorn, too. Unfortunately, this was her reality. “You didn’t want to make this difficult? Really?” she replied, but she couldn’t mask the hurt behind her anger anymore. She never wanted to let him see how badly it fucked her up, and maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was something he needed to see, so he wouldn’t pull that shit with anybody else. Tears sprang to her eyes as she spoke once again. “Why did you propose to me then, Scott? Why would you do that to me?”

[sierrapratt]

scottxmcbride‌:

He should have left it there, and let sleeping dogs lie, but Scott had never been quite that rational. As a matter of fact, he was a huge fucking idiot, and his next action proved it. Instead of doing the normal thing, and letting her walk away, effectively ending any chance of confrontation between them, he followed her down the hall. Once he was close enough to reach her, he grabbed her upper arm, and whirled her around to face him. “You know what?” He said, eyes narrowing in a mild irritation. “No. You don’t get to come to my work, make a scene, and then storm off.” He released her, and spread his arms wide. “You wanted to see me? Here I am. What do you want, Sierra?” 

Sierra would’ve been perfectly happy with leaving their interaction at that, but  that obviously wasn’t enough for her ex. She was initially too shocked to say anything as she was yanked back, her expression incredulous while listening to him blow up at her. It were as if he thought she was the reason they were the way they were. “A scene? Really?” she replied, her voice rising in volume with each sentence. “You want a fucking scene, Scott? Because I can give you one.” She could feel her hands shaking, trembling with pent up anger that’d been building from the moment he mentioned Megan over dinner that night. If Scott’s science teacher friend was there, the other Scottish one, he’d probably compare it to lava about to burst from a volcano. If she was really lucky, he’d probably show up in the middle of this. “I didn’t come to see you, you self-centered, arrogant asshole. I’m here for Tati, my friend. You know, the person who had to console me for days after you decided you loved somebody else? Remember that?"

[sierrapratt]

scottxmcbride‌:

Scott hated his job. He had never enjoyed teaching, and couldn’t remember why he bothered to follow this particular career path in the first place. He wasn’t cut out for it, wasn’t good at it, and the students annoyed him to no end. However, since his last horrible break up, work had become an escape for him. He still wasn’t sure how he went from having two beautiful women telling him that they loved him to none, but what he did know was that he would never stop feeling guilty for leaving Sierra a few weeks before what should have been their wedding. Luckily, he hadn’t seen her since they had sorted everything out and officially parted ways. Until now. 

How she had gotten into the school was anybody’s guess. Perhaps she was visiting Tati. It had been through her that they had met, after all. It was weird to see her there, and even weirder that she seemed shocked to see him. “Um,” he began, breaking off as he fully took in the sight of her. God this was awkward. “Are you here to see me?” 

Sierra could barely look him in the eye. After everything, it still felt like too much. It may have been more than a year that had passed, but that sick to her stomach feeling didn’t go away. As long as the memory of having hot tears running down her cheeks while Googling about the possibility of getting refunds on wedding dresses was in tact, she didn’t think that feeling could leave. 

She was sad, and that was probably obvious. She’d just gotten to a point where she was feeling okay, though. Being near him made her feel a lot less okay. In fact, if she were to recall her therapy sessions and the many, many ceramic pots that were thrown at photos of him taped to her wall, angry was the better, more proper term to use. If it wasn’t for that anger, she probably would’ve laughed at his question. “What if I was?” she asked. “Not that it matters. Knowing you, you’d just leave and not look back. Why don’t I make it easier for you this time, hmm? Marilyn or whatever her name is is probably waiting for you, anyways.” With that comment, she turned her back on him and started walking back down the hall. Even if it was the wrong direction, any path away from him was the right path.

[sierrapratt]

It was supposed to be a simple visit to Tati’s school. That’s all that was supposed to happen. Unfortunately for Sierra, there was way more in store for her. For one thing, Franklin Jonas Secondary was gigantic. She couldn’t remember her own high school ever being that big. She squinted at her cell phone, her friends directions to the art classroom seeming enough. It had Sierra wondering if she took a left hallway when she was supposed to go right. No matter how you spun it, she was lost. Maybe it’d just be easier to find the main office and go from there. With a sigh, she turned only to run right into someone behind her. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she muttered, wondering what poor teenager she’d managed to collide with. Any smile that way have been on her face was wiped away pretty quick when she met the eyes of the person. It wasn’t a teenager. God, how she wished it was. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered, probably louder than necessary. Of all people, it had to be Scott. Jilted lover was the most cliche term, but it fit her relationship to him perfectly. She bit her tongue for the moment, trying to think of how to get out of there without committing murder. @scottxmcbride​