dark horse

#shrugging #lmao #jackson

#undecidedstarter #literally no context needed

ms-moretz

@fvg.lxrd; tb to when I told bae to pose for me

#x #SLAYER HOODIE????#THIS IS MARIE HOLY FUCK

jackson-drewhurley

"Wow, I didn’t think I could ever hear that much sarcasm and the F bomb being dropped twice in an entire sentence."

#jackson #'thats just how i am' in reference to the fight she was having w/ her mom on the phone

"Well, think again. I'm Marie fucking Chapman and that's just how I am."

"Is that okay with me? Yeah, of fucking course that's okay with me, of course I'm up for that. Yes, I'm being fucking sarcastic!"

#idk someone kinda overhear her on the phone ok pls #undecidedstarter #marie you have such a fucking potty mouth

"To say i'm not looking forward to tomorrow would be an understatement."

#undecidedstarter

I'll be the one if you want me to.

#ashie #x #graphics #WOW lemme tell u about my emotions #otp: you're such a fucking cliche

{cry me a river} asher&marie

The journal was then thrown at his feet, and Asher jumped back slightly. He looked back at the girl, his heart dropping when he saw the tears brimming Marie’s green eyes. His mind flashed back to the night they fought, but he quickly willed the flashbacks away.

The girl’s gaze pierced his own, her words making him cringe and look to the floor. The tables had turned again. It was back to how it was before; Marie the aggressor. But this time, everything hurt ten times more, since he had done the same thing to her.

But he knew she was right.

Asher was a liar. He was a sinner. And he wasn’t a good person. He tried so hard to impress everyone around him, that he built up this whole facade just so he could be happy with himself, and have others be happy with him.

He had worn a mask his entire life. Marie was the one to remove it.

She told him they were done, and he furrowed his brows. They were done? Had they even started? Asher didn’t know, but he was losing his chance.

"Marie, I’m sorry, please just hear me out," He said, and she shook her head, more tears coming from her eyes. "Save it," She hissed, ready to slam the door in his face.

He couldn’t believe it. He was watching the strongest person he knew crumble because of him.

"Marie, please. I love you."

He did. He really did.

Please, just hear me out.

Marie shook her head so quickly, it almost snapped off her neck. No. She was done listening to other people. She was done trying to be someone she wasn't. She was done trying to be the good girl.

She was dark for a reason.

"Save it," she hissed, putting one hand on the door. She went to slam it, but stopped herself when he spoke again.

Marie, please. I love you.

At this, she almost laughed. Was he really going to play that angle? Telling her he loved her? No he didn't. It was obvious. He had lied to her, used her, played her for his own benefit. He didn't love her. He only loved himself and his stupid reputation. Marie should have analyzed him. He had the problems, always trying to impress people, never feeling good about himself without praise from others. There was something going on in his head that he needed picked and diagnosed.

But not by her. No, she wasn't going to waste one more minute on this asshole.

"I don't care." she said blankly, peering into him with dead eyes. "I hate you."

And with that, she slammed the door, waiting a few seconds before turning around and sliding down to the floor, burying her face in her knees and crying.

No one could really love her for her, could they?

#cry me a river

{cry me a river} asher&marie

Before he even had a chance to say anything, the girl held up his journal. His journal. The one that he had left in his backpack, at home. His eyes widened, and he reached out to grab the book, but she was quicker than him.

"How did you get that?!" He asked, his cheeks turning red with anger. She wasn’t supposed to know about that! He had done such a good job at keeping it a secret from her.

(Or so he thought, because she obviously knew now.)

At first, the point of the meetings were solely for that journal. His end-of-the-year assignment for AP Psychology was to do a study on a particular person. It could’ve been anyone, a parent, a sister, and in Asher’s case, Marie, the person he was paired up with for Savior program.

As time went on, he actually started to like Marie, and enjoyed the meetings because of her company. But, he wouldn’t let that get him a bad grade on his assignment, so he kept track of all their meetings in that little journal, and on the Monday before school ended, he handed it in.

And the next day, he earned an A+. He had written so much about her, and he knew she had read it.

He was in big trouble.

Asher reached for it, but Marie yanked her arm back so he couldn't, and she shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. He had verbally abused her because he felt used? He took their precious and most emotional times together and twisted it into a goddamn project. As if Marie didn't have enough reasons to want to ruin his life!

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she threw it at his feet, ignoring his question on how she retrieved it. Clearly, Asher could not keep a secret. She would never tell him about who she really was. For all she knew, he would use it as extra credit, too.

"You used me," she choked out, staring deep into his eyes. It was his turn to feel small and guilty and broken. "You're a fuckin' liar. That's your real sin. You think you're such a good person, but you're not. You think you know me so fucking well, huh? You don't know anything about me!" She screamed, the tears in her eyes at boiling point.

Clenching her firsts, Marie took in a deep breath, furrowing her brows with disbelief. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head some more. "Don't call me. Don't come by my house. We're done," she spat, her tone rough and drained.

#cry me a river

{cry me a river} asher&marie

Asher hadn’t seen Marie in a week.

And this time, he actually wanted to see her. He didn’t want to avoid her anymore. He was over what had happened. All the things he said to her replayed in his thoughts over and over again, and he couldn’t believe those things had ever come out of his mouth.

Serpent. Whore. Temptress. Heartless snare.

How could he have said those things to her? To someone he loved? He was so ashamed of himself. He understood why she was avoiding him now. She ignored all his calls, and Asher was down to his last possible way of apologizing,

He would have to do it in person.

After slipping his shoes on and zipping up his hoodie, he carefully slipped out of his room, tip toeing down the hall. He crept past his dad’s office, the blonde man’s full concentration on the computer. He would be able to slip out of the house easily, and be back in time before the man even noticed.

Asher wasn’t allowed to go places by himself. His dad insisted on taking him everywhere. Ever since his mom passed away when he was seven, his father became extremely protective over him. He treated him like a child, most of the time. Asher believed it was because his dad was stuck in the past, trying to hold on to the times when it was the three of them, as happy as could be.

He slipped out of the house, carefully closing the heavy door behind him. He took a deep breath, then stepped off the porch, heading in the direction of Marie’s house.

He had no idea what she would do when he got there. Forgive him? There was a slim chance. Punch him in the face? Most likely. He extremely nervous, but he knew it had to be done.

All too soon, he was in front of Marie Chapman’s house. He walked up to the door, and took a deep breath. He raised his fist, and knocked three times. As soon as he did, he immediately regretted it. He wanted to turn around, and sprint back down the street. But that would be a waste of sneaking out of the house.

And it was too late, because the petite blonde girl had answered the door.

Marie had been planning her revenge for a week.

There were so many great things she could think of, but they all involved getting her hands on something of his, whether it was planting something on him and finding a way to make his dad find it, to just completely destroying something important to him, like his laptop. Nothing too devastating or serious, but enough to get her point across no one breaks Marie Chapman's heart.

Her powers had been advancing and developing so rapidly lately that she wasn't worried at all about how to go about this plan. The only reason it had taken her so long was because she had to wait until she was ready; until she had stopped crying and started getting angry. Not to mention, she wanted to do this when she was alone.

And now, everything was in place. It was time.

Sitting criss-crossed on her bed, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing hard on the thought of his bag. All its details, the little rocketship keychain, the stain on the right strap, the frayed threads on the inside pocket, came to her vividly, though she had never taken that close of a look at it. Somehow, though, she just knew.

When she opened her eyes again, the bag was sitting right in front of her. She smirked to herself and sat up, pulling it towards her and dumping out all it's contents. They dropped onto her mattress in several thuds, creating a sea of books and pencils. One object, though, stuck out. In small, threaded font, the cover read AP Psychology: Teenage Girl Study.

Raising an eyebrow, she reached for it, and as she flipped through, her heart broke more and more with each page, her blood boiling.

It was about her. Asher had analyzed every one of their meetings. All those times she had opened up to him, he documented and diagnosed. Marie's disliking of social structure comes from her parents neglect. "Fuck you, Asher, you don't know shit about my family!" she whispered to herself. Marie is very smart, but dumbs herself down to make up for the attention she doesn't get at home. Marie is meanest to those who try to help her because she thinks they're out to get her. Marie this, Marie that, Marie, Marie, Marie. He was talking about her like he knew her so well. None of this was true. She couldn't believe it. Who did he think he was?

When she got to the last page, she lost it.

A+ Excellent analyses, Asher.

He used her for a fucking grade!

When Marie heard the front door, she stormed down the stairs, yanking it open. She was going to tell whoever it was to screw off, that no one was home, that she didn't want whatever they were selling, but when she saw it was Asher, she only got angrier.

Clenching her jaw, she summoned the notebook behind her back and held it up.

"What the fuck is this?"

#cry me a river

Does the thought of new powers scare you? Or excite you?

"Are you kidding? It's fuckin amazing!"

#Anonymous

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

She choked on her own words, and tears formed in her eyes. He almost smiled, but that would be too morbid. He wanted to make her feel like she had made him feel for so long. He wanted her too feel small, insignificant, like she was in the wrong.

"It was all in the heat of the moment, you tempted me!" He retorted, jabbing a finger in her direction like she did. He was still shaking, and his skin burned a deep red.

She was gonna get what she deserved.

"You’re a serpent,” He growled, the cold tone he had been using since she came still there. “You’re a whore." He said, the world leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He had never called anyone that. The look on Marie’s face threw him off.

She was crying. He never intended to make her cry, but on the other hand, he was being pretty harsh.

She was crying and he wasn’t even finished yet.

"You’re nothing more than a temptress. I fell victim to a heartless snare.” He shook his head, his jaw clenched.

"You should be ashamed. Get out of my house. You make me sick.”

In a way, Asher was right. It was all in the heat of the moment. But she hadn't intended to tempt him. She was impulsive, always acting on her emotions as they played out, and that wasn't something she could always control. Had she known he was going to be this devastated about losing his virginity, she would have given him time to think.

Serpent. Whore. Temptress. Snare. These words and the tone he said them in made her eyes swell, and before she could stop herself, tears streamed down her cheeks. This was good, in a way. She was finally understanding why she had been so cold all along. Her subconscious was protecting her. The reason she couldn't stand Asher in the first place was because something inside her knew he was going to hurt her.

Her little black heart was breaking.

Droplets of tears clung to her eyelashes, her lips trembled, and her body ached. Never before did she care about other peoples opinions, but Asher was different. He was supposed to help her. They were supposed to take care of each other and look out for one another. They were supposed to be friends. He wasn't supposed to hurt her. If anything, she was supposed to hurt him!

"You..." she whispered, sight flickering in and out of focus. "You said you loved me..."

Oh, how stupid and naive she was. No one could love her, not even herself.

Glancing up at him, her face still downcast, she let out a small noise from the back of her throat and pushed past him, flying out the door and into the street, where she tore at her hair and let out a loud cry. All her emotions and energy built up inside her, wracking around, bouncing through her veins and muscles, and it was so overwhelming she lost control. A fist-full of rocks from his gravel driveway flew up into the air and scattered in all different directions. She gasped and froze in place.

Did she do that?

Pushing aside the thought that she was developing new powers, Marie ran home, swearing to herself that she wouldn't let this sadness get the best of her.

She would get her revenge when the time was right.

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

His gaze remained cold as she turned to face him, her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. He was seeing himself reflect in her. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Asher could almost laugh when she finally spoke. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. She didn’t understand, huh? Well she was about to. Marie was about to find out how she single handedly ruined Asher.

"You know Marie, being around you makes me feel filthy. Disgusting. Used." He spat, his voice never wavering and the coldness in his tone never leaving.

His mind was racing, his thoughts a mess in his head. He had so many things to say to her, and they were all trying to come out at once. He was so angry, his skin burned and his hands shook.

"You made me impure," He spat, narrowing his eyes.

Blinking rapidly, Marie struggled to look him in the eyes. This was so uncalled for. Filthy? Disgusting? Used? She didn't use him at all. There was a reason why she chose him. She liked him. Well, past tense. She didn't like how he was acting now. It made her nauseous.

"I didn't use you, Asher," she started to explain, but he interrupted her with a horrific accusation. Impure? Oh, God, this was a religious thing, wasn't it? Marie's heart rumbled inside of her. She clenched her fist. Her jaw hung agape in shock. Was he really blaming her for this? What they did was completely consensual. He wanted every last bit of it, she knew he did. He knew what he was doing when they did it and he loved it. He loved her.

Past tense?

"Are you fucking with me?" she choked, shaking her head, tears brimming her green iris'. "You're mad at me because we had sex?"

Dropping her gaze to the floor, Marie took in slow, deep breaths, trying to keep her cool. She had been known to have fits of rage and anger in the past, but it had been so long since her outburst and she wasn't too fond of the aftermaths.

Sticking out her finger at him, she spat back, "You wanted to. We both did, don't try to pin your 'sins' on me!"

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

Asher was a mess.

He hadn’t seen Marie in over a week, and frankly, he was happy about it. He never wanted to see her again.

Everything was fine at first. They had sex, it was awesome. Asher told her he loved her, and it was great! He told her he would call her and take her on a date, and he never came through. But he had a reason.

He was perfectly okay with the fact that he and Marie had sex, until he went to church the following Sunday. That particular service just happened to be about the importance of saving yourself till after marriage. Asher fidgeted in his seat, his dad elbowing him lightly. “Son, control yourself,” He said, smiling softly. Asher laughed nervously, and he swore he could feel sweat forming on his forehead.

After that, he was disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe he gave himself away like that. He felt dirty, and no amount of showers could take the feeling away. (Literally, he had taken hundreds of showers to try and wash the feeling away, and now he was sure his body permanently reeked of lemon body wash).

He was in his room, praying for forgiveness when someone knocked on the door. He tensed up. He knew it was Marie, something just told him it was. His dad wasn’t home, he was at work. Asher was alone, just like when Marie came and tainted him.

He crept out of his room, and looked through the peep hole, seeing his temptress on the other side. She knocked again, and Asher scoffed. He opened the door, just enough to peek his head out.

"What do you want?" He sneered, glaring at the blonde girl. He didn’t want to see her. He didn’t even want to be near her. She looked confused, and answered his question.

She brushed past him into the house, and he looked at her with wide eyes. He did not want her in his house. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to see you.” He said, his voice cold.

When Asher responded, his voice so bitter, speaking words she never would have expected, her heart sank. She didn't understand what she was feeling anymore. He seemed to have that effect on her.

How did he not want to see her? He said he loved being around her. He said he loved her. But now, they had gone eleven days without speaking. Her assumptions were false, apparently. He wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't just shy, waiting for her to make the next move. He was... Well, Marie couldn't tell.

What happened? What did she do? Why did everything change? Her thoughts were like blades digging into her brain, making her head throb. Turning around to face him, her lips parted, but she struggled to speak.

"I..." she swallowed, shaking her head. Her throat closed up. What the hell had gotten into him? A week ago, he was the sweetest, most sincere person alive (because Grace was dead), but now, he seemed angry. Cold. His eyes were blank and made her chill to the bone.

"I don't understand."

Holding her hands out to the side in surrender, she licked her surprisingly dry lips. She wanted to bring up what he said. She wanted to shout, "You said you loved me, and now, you're avoiding me?", but she struggled to say anything.

Maybe he really had used her. It didn't feel so good being on the other end.

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

It had been over ten days since Marie last saw Asher. They left off on a strange note; they had sex, he said the dreaded L word, and Marie left. He said he would call her and that they would make plans, his exact words being, "Call me cliche all you want, but I love being around you, Marie. Let's go on a real date soon, okay?"

For some unknown reason, she agreed. She didn't know why, but she did. Dating wasn't exactly something she was comfortable with. She had never been on a date, nor had a boyfriend, and her only other kisses were petty dares. Their first time together was real. She just wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

But after the special night, after creating such an unforgettable memory, Asher failed to live up to his promise. He hadn't called. Now, Marie felt like the cliche one, waiting by the phone, wondering if it had all been an act. There was no way, though. Asher didn't have it in him to lie to her, or to use her. She could see it in his eyes that when he said he loved her, it was real. Still, she knew she needed time before she could say it back, and he probably knew that, too.

Maybe that was why he was avoiding her.

She couldn't handle the awkwardness anymore. Truth be told, she missed him, and he was going to have to suck it up and tell her what was going on.

Putting on a flashy smile and flipping her curls over her shoulder, she took in a deep breath. She could do this. It was going to be okay. He was probably just embarrassed.

Knocking three times, she raised an eyebrow when the door wasn't instantly opened like every other time. She knocked again. And again. Just as she considered that no one was home and began to turn away, he peeked through the door and growled, "What do you want?"

Clearing her throat, Marie furrowed her brows in confusion. "To see you?"

Pushing the door open and brushing past him, she looked around the house. It seemed that they were alone, so why was he acting so strange?

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I knew I liked you, I knew I cared, And I knew that something was brewing in the air. But I don't fall easily, too many betrayed me, But maybe I love you, maybe I do, Maybe this feeling inside me is true.

{loverboy} marie&asher