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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Roof
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | James [@[@FacePunch]] |
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Accused -> Proud -> Angry -> Conflicted[/center]
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Brenna was surprised to see James step in between her and the exit. She blinked once while looking at him, shock on her face. Truth be told, she'd been a bit preoccupied with the cat fight to even spare a thought for Spider Boy. His question was what really surprised her though. She hadn't been expecting it, and she could tell that her answer was important to him.

She bit her lip, before answering. [color=powderblue][b]"No. I didn't know that was going to happen until right before it did. I promise.[/b][/color] the raven haired girl said, sincerity in her eyes. However, her answer wasn't complete. [color=powderblue][b]But that doesn't mean I'm upset that it did. The Mayweathers have been shitting on us since we got here, hell, tonight was just another example! Sam attacked Gia! That bitch deserves everything she got!,"[/b][/color] Brenna exclaimed, her voice raising. She could tell that James didn't approve of what Gia did. Not that she cared. Much. What Gia had done was what Sam deserved, nothing more and nothing less. And she'd defend that belief with her life.

She shook her head, realizing her temper had flared. [color=powderblue][b]"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just, I-I just, I mean all my life, I've gotten shit for who I was. First it was because I had powers, and now it's cause I don't want to help little old ladies cross the street, or take down the big bad guy. I'm just, I'm done with it! If you have a problem with what just happened, then fine! Feel free to keep on being one of the Mayweathers' whipping boys! I however, am done taking their shit!"[/b][/color] she shouted, her efforts to curb her temper failing, and only resulting in it flaring up once more. She pushed past James and stormed out of the dorms, her head a mess of emotions. 
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Roof -> With Sam
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] | Sam [@HushedWhispers] |
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Numb -> Pissed Off -> Apologetic[/center]
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For a moment, he was numb. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't even think. And then he felt the rain hitting his skin, pattering on the back of his neck. He could taste Avalon on his lips. His lips. The same lips that should've been kissing Sam. But they hadn't. His hair was wet now, and water was rolling down his face. His eyes were wide with shock. All he could think of was what he'd done. He should've been stronger. He should've fought, but he hadn't. He'd been weak. And he'd lost, and in the process, he'd hurt Sam. He ran a hand through his hair, spreading the rain water through it and clenched his fists, anger coursing through his body.

This was Gia's fault. She'd done this. Her and the rest of the Delphinas. They should've just stayed away from the party. And those dumb ass bouncers, the ones who couldn't keep out anyone. God damn it. He wanted revenge. He needed revenge. But it would have to wait. Because, somewhere, Sam was probably thinking he hated her. He couldn't have that. He'd seen enough movies to know that he needed to chase her. He just had to.

And so he did. Without so much as a goodbye to Avalon, he sprinted off of the roof, down the stairs of the Old East building, and back out into the rain, looking for Sam, frantically searching. He ran around the building, all around the campus, until he finally found her, leaning against a wall, sobbing. His stomach dropped, and his heart hurt, hearing those sobs. He gulped and slowly walked towards her.

And instead of opening his big mouth, he sat down next to her, just close enough so that their shoulder's touched. He leaned against the wall and sat quietly. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't think she deserved any half-assed apology, so he sat in silence, while the rain fell.
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Roof -> Her Dorm
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Upset -> Curious -> PISSED OFF[/center]
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What had she done? What a stupid question. She knew exactly what she'd done. She'd kissed Will, aka her best friend. And also her other best friend's crush. After her confrontation with Brenna, the realization finally sunk in. Her hand traveled upwards, to cover her mouth which was currently agape. She couldn't believe what she'd done. But she'd done it. She could still smell that disgusting cologne he wore, the kind she'd told him smelled like trash, but that he had insisted on wearing.

She shook her head and took a moment to compose herself. She wasn't going to break down here, in front of all these people. Grandma Levi had always told her, [i]"Crying is for bathrooms and the privacy of your bedroom. No where else."[/i] And so, Avalon snatched up the gift Peter had given her and ran downstairs to her room, tears already falling down her face.

Harold hadn't gotten back yet, and her room was still destroyed, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She'd just broken her best friends' hearts and she couldn't even think of a way to apologize. She kicked off her heels in anger, and clenched her fists as electricity danced between her finger tips. She wanted to shriek, and hit someone in the face. She wanted to break something, so, so, so bad. The tears were flowing heavily, streaming down her face now, as she took a seat on her mattress, gift in hand. 

What was this gift anyways? The note said to open it with Sam, but that seemed out of the question right now. Hopefully she'd be enough. There was a timer that seemed rigged to keep the ribbon tied. [b][i][color=springgreen]Weird[/color][/i][/b] she thought, just as the timer dinged. Confused, she opened up the package, to find a pair of eyes looking at her. And then she got a faceful of skunk. Her shriek pierced the air as the creature scurried out of the package and under her desk, hiding. This day had gone from horrendous, to fucking awful rather quickly, and she knew very well that someone was going to have to pay for this.