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Post by sparrow on Feb 27, 2011 0:33:05 GMT 1
James seems to have more of a temper.
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Post by loekie on Feb 27, 2011 0:34:32 GMT 1
oh yes he does... *smiles* James it is... alright... I'll put up a starter... give me a sec
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Post by sparrow on Feb 27, 2011 0:36:38 GMT 1
alrighty.
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Post by loekie on Feb 27, 2011 0:37:12 GMT 1
[[here it is... *smiles* I hope its okay if I have James be in fostercare for this one?]]
A young teen woke to pounding on his door.
“JAMES” came the low growl from outside his bedroom door giggled “JAMES you open this door now!”
“Whadda you want?” the blond boy groaned out as he slowly opened his eyes to greet a new day.
“You unlock this door now boy, or I’ll break it down” came the threat “Leave me alone!” the boy sighed annoyed. “James Ford, if you don’t come out now, I swear ta God, you’ll regret it.”. The blond groaned sitting up swinging his legs out from under the blankets and headed to the door unlocking it. Before he could open it though, the door swung open against his wrist, snapping it. The blond however showed nothing as he simply glared at the big guy before him “Yeah?” the boy questioned raising an eyebrow. The only answer was a hard smack in the face his head swinging to the side at the impact. The blond narrowed his eyes as he slowly turned his head back “Ya done?” he bit out. He might be acting all tough, but make no mistake, this guy scared the shit out of him. He just couldn’t let the older man see that, cause the day he did, might just be the day he died. He just was so tired of the man’s anger. James had his own Ford-temper to deal with, and that was more then enough.
Then he was grabbed by his arm and dragged to the living-room “Trust me Jamie, we ain’t done by a long shot” Sean growled shoving the blonde teen against the wall.
“You mind telling me what this is all about?” the youngster asked his eyes blazing, but mentally searching for escape-routes for if things really got out of hand.
“The police called me this morning” he started meaningfully and when the boy stayed quiet he narrowed his eyes “Well boy, ain’t ya gonna tell me what ya did?” he asked, but the blond stayed quiet again until he was punched in the face again “well??” he demanded.
“Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked ignoring the pain that had shot through him at the hit. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it all.
“Tell me what ya did” the guy ordered and the blond bit back a ‘what’s the point if you already know?’ and broke eye contact for a split second. This was a mistake. It showed the older male that his tactics were working, and that James was intimidated…as much as he often refused to show it.
The boy found himself being grabbed by the collar and he was pulled forward threateningly “Don’t you make me ask again” the older man hissed.
“I didn’t do nothin’” the boy insisted.
This earned him another punch in the face. Blood was dripping down his chin and he just wiped it away. “They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular all liquored up” he clarified.
The blond shrugged “and?” the boy asked.
“And they’re charging me a fine! Look at where we live! Ya think I have money ta spend on you and your foolishness?” he got in the boys face “You’re just good for nothing sack of shit” he growled in a dangerously low tone “I knew you where going to end up like your dead beat daddy”
The blond's face contorted in anger “Shut up!” he growled almost spitting fire taking a threatening step forward about to punch the bastard in the gut. His arm was grabbed though and before James could even register what was happening, a fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then another with the side of his head. After a few more blows, darkness seemed to pass over his vision and he fell unconscious. He woke up a few minutes later, lying on his bed in his room. His whole body ached, as he painfully sat up and assessed his most recent injuries. Suddenly, his anger was gone and a sense of despair and hopelessness washed over him. He absolutely refused to let the tears that burned behind his eyes fall and he rummaged through one of his bag to take out a package of his ‘magic’ powder that just made everything seem less bad.
When he woke up again a small girl stood near his bed eyeing him carefully.
“You shouldn’t get in trouble…” she whispered climbing on the bed. The boy groaned slightly as his head was still pounding but he offered the girl a small smile “No worries sugar-pop” he assured “I’m just fine” he shrugged as there was a shout from downstairs. He sighed. Time to face yet another day in this fucking hell.
“James, get your lazy ass down here” came a shout from down the stairs.
The boy sighed “Coming” he yelled back even though he knew the danger behind it. He swung his legs from under the covers, quickly putting on some jeans and a baggy shirt. He walked into the kitchen where he got to work fixing the ‘happy family’ breakfast. He didn’t even really care what they did to him, He was used to it after all, but he just wished he could spare it the new arrival. A small seven year old girl smiled broadly as she sat down at the table. The man of the house was less pleased though, and before he could get ready for school he had to make sure the new injuries could not be seen and he took a quick shower to get the fresh blood off of him, then he grabbed his bag, took the girl by the hand and walked out of the house.
“Are you hurt?” the girl’s soft voice questioned.
The southerner shook his head “Nah sugar-pop, I’m fine” he smiled at her “come on, you don’t want to be late for school now do ya?” his southern accent drawled. Even after 8 years with the other family one could still hear he was from the South.. Tennessee to be exact.
The girl shook her head and when they arrived to the building he walked in with her and made sure she was alright before heading across the street where the high-school was situated.
James sighed as he walked up to his new school. He threw away his cigarette-but. He sighed his first class of the day.. history. Marvelous. Why did he even bother? He sighed sitting down in the back row. He yawned taking out his books and opened one he had just started reading. It might come as s bit surprise, but the young southerner loved to read. It was his way of escaping his hell-hole of a life. His casually leaned back in his seat his eyes lazily scanning the book. He really had no intention to pay any attention to the teacher what-so-ever.
The teacher had started his class and kept his eyes on the new blond that had just started school today. The boy seemed rather into the book he seemed to have brought instead of class. The older man smiled slightly and shook his head as he walked over to the blond’s desk.
“What was the cause of the WW1.. Mr. Ford?” he asked standing right before the boy.
“People are morons…” the boy replied lazily without looking up from his book.
The teacher was a little taken aback by the answer “thank you for that insight Mr. Ford. The rest of the class just chuckled.
James sighed bored “The relationships between the countries were already strained because of the new imperialism. When the crown prince of Austro-Hungary was killed in 1914, it was the last straw and tada… WW1” he summarized. There were a few more things that had contributed, but hell.. who cared? He hadn’t looked up from his book and now lazily turned a page.
The teacher raised an eyebrow “very well, just put the book away” he ordered smiling slightly.
The blond simply shrugged “sure teach” he responded putting the book back in his bag. He sighed… now how was he going to get through this class? He just leaned back in his seat staring out of the window. This was going to be one looong day. Luckily to bell sounded to at least end this nightmare... He slowly rose to his feet and collected his things before heading for the door...
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Post by sparrow on Feb 27, 2011 0:41:11 GMT 1
[[Where do I insert Caramel since she's a mute?]]
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Post by loekie on Feb 27, 2011 0:43:10 GMT 1
Perhaps you can have her walk into him or something??
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Post by sparrow on Feb 27, 2011 1:14:43 GMT 1
"Caramel! Wake-up! We've got to get you to school before it starts!"
The redhead's eyes opened and she looked around the room. She opened her mouth to yell back, but she knew she couldn't. In her dream, she'd been able to speak and it still lingered in her mind. She rolled out of bed and jogged over to her clothes. No shower this morning as she'd taken one last night. Caramel ran a hand through her hair, finger combing it before slipping on a green dress and a pair of black sandals. She glanced in the mirror and decided it was perfect before sliding the bookbag onto her back and grabbing the silver purse from her door handle. She jogged down the stairs and met her mom in the kitchen.
"I want to get you to school a bit early so you can find you're way with ease. The principal has aggreed to put you in normal classes due to your grades and all your teachers already know you're mute. It won't be long before every student does. You'll probably be able to start with your second class today. Which, is math.And..."
Her mom kept talking,but Caramel just tuned her out and set her stuff on the table.,She grabbed a yogurt from the refrigerator and just stared as her mom continued to speak. She spaced out, then suddenly heard snapping in her face. Her mom was motioning for them to leave. Caramel threw the empty yogurt cup in the trash and grabbed her stuff. They jumped in the car and within a matter of minutes, they were off to the new school. "Now, I do not want you getting into any fights at this school. I don't care what the other kid does. That's how you got kicked out of the other school. Even though it was his fault for continually messing with you about you being a mute."
Caramel nodded in agreement and her mom continued to talk. She was nervous, the daughter could tell. She crossed her legs in the front seat of the car and sat back. Caramel had a pretty mean temper on her, ecspecially with people that continued to annoy her after teachers, her mom and their friends had told them to stop. She sighed and closed her eyes. She really wasn't looking forward to this new school. It would probably end the same as the other one. After ten minutes, her mom pulled up to the school and she ushered Caramel in. The principal met them at the door and they all shook hands.
"It's wonderful to have you here Mrs.Nite and Caramel. I'm sure you'll be pleased with this school. The students and teachers here are excellent." They continued talking and talking, even as they went to the principal's office. Caramel tuned out because she knew no questions would be directed towards her. When someone met her for the first time, they never did. People tended to be afraid to speak to her because they were afraid of hurting her feelings. It was lie everyone treated her as if she had a contagious disease and didn't want to mention the word mute or they might catch it.
She heard the bell ring and saw students instantly clamoring outside the door to geet to their next class. The adults were still talking. Finally, they stopped and stood. She was led out of the office and admist all the other students. She could feel everyone's gaze on her. One,she was a new student. Two, she had fire red hair and bright green eyes. Not very usual. They led her to her second class and they stood until everyone had gone in. The teacher came out and they all started talking again. After five or ten minutes, she shook hands with her new teacher, hugged her mom, then was led inside the classroom.
The teacher cleared his throat. "This is Caramel Nite. She's a transfer from Elk Grove." She smiled, then sat down to where he pointed.
[[Sorry that's not as long as yours.]]
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Post by loekie on Feb 27, 2011 1:22:48 GMT 1
That's fine! don't worry about it! I won't be able to reply anymore tonight... I'm sorry... but it's about 1:30 am here and I'm getting a bit tired and won't be able to write up a decent reply right now
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Post by sparrow on Feb 27, 2011 1:30:14 GMT 1
It's fine!Just reply when you can a we can play post tag. I understand the tiredness!See ya later!
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Post by loekie on Feb 27, 2011 22:37:41 GMT 1
James sighed as he ran a hand through his hair while he was still outside smoking his cigarette, detention be damned. He really couldn’t care less about trivial matter like that. He stifled a yawn thinking he really should not have had those last few drinks the other night. He closed his eyes for a moment wondering what he was going to do. He was just so sick and tired about all this, and now that he had that little girl to worry about as well… it was becoming a little too much. He however would rather die than admit this to anyone and so it wasn’t important. He’d have to get through… somehow. He glanced around the school grounds before shaking his head, throwing away his cigarette butt and turning around to walk back in. He was five minutes late for maths… but then again, who really gave a damn? It was just so boring. Numbers weren’t really his thing even though he still managed to pass the class with A+. He walked to his class slipping inside just as some new kid was being introduced. He almost felt sorry for her… being new and all was, of course, never fun.
“I’m so glad you could find time in your busy schedule to join us today Mr. Ford” the teacher now turned his attention on him and James just smirked “Pleasure is all mine sir” he replied dryly before giving a mock salute and making to go to his table. “Not so fast Mr. Ford” the teacher called him back and James raised an eyebrow “Since you’re already standing, why don’t you solve the equation on the board?” he asked. James sighed “Yes sir” he shrugged before going to do as he was told and when the teacher was satisfied he gave a mock bow before slipping into his seat making himself comfortable as he stared out the window ready to just zone out and ignore anything the teacher had to say. What could he say? He knew the teacher had classed him as the ‘rebel’ the ‘troubled teen’ and well… who could argue with that? Could they really blame him though, after everything that he had been through, besides, it wasn’t as if school was important anyway, he’d most likely end up on the streets somewhere anyway. He had made peace with that. He opened the book he’d been reading as well, reading beat being bored out of ones’ mind.
It had always been an escape for the young teen. To read and get lost in someone else’s fucked up life made it a little easier to deal with his own issues. He could only hope that the bell would ring soon and also put an end to this nightmare. The blonde was glad when finally the bell rang and the torture that was math ended. He gathered his things and slung his bag over his shoulder before making his way out the door shoving people out of the way when he thought they weren’t moving fast enough. Still a few more classes to go yet… he sighed what was he even still doing here? He hardly ever spent a full day at school, but sometimes sacrifices needed to be made. Sometimes one would just have to grin and bear it. Ugh… he could still hear the scolding voice of his social worker as she told him when she tried to set him straight.
“I’ve heard to have been getting in trouble at school and the police as well” she turned to the boy sitting before her. She really didn’t know what to do with him. Nobody seemed to be able to get through to him. He had locked his eyes with the woman “Fuck that… they don’t know nothing” he told her vehemently. The woman shook her head holding up her hands in surrender “Just realized that not too long from now you will not be getting off with a mere warning once you reached 18” she told him. He simply shrugged “Yes ma’am” he said with a mock-salute before rising to his feet “That it?” he asked and the woman nodded waving a dismissive hand “Yes, you can go… I just don’t want to see you back here, understand?” she said and he rolled his eyes but nodded “Sure” before walking through the door.
The blonde finally reached the door glad to be done with this…
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Post by sparrow on Mar 5, 2011 21:44:10 GMT 1
She really did hate introductions. All eyes were on her and everyone was quiet until she sat down. As soon as she did and the teacher resumed teaching, whispers spread like wildfire around the room. Look at that bright hair...she's so white...her eyes...wonderr why she transferred... And on and on it went. For the next few days, she'd be the topic on everyone's lips. And when they learned she wouldn't talk to anyone, Caramel knew she'd be labeled a snob. When they found out she couldn't, she'd either be given pity or vicious rumors were spread. And if she was a lucky one, both would happen. Her mind broke from the tought it was on and her green eyes turned forward when she heard the teacher's voice take a sarcastic tone. Some boy had just walked in late and the look on his face said he would rather not be here. She would have snorted. Who did? She'd rather be doing something else rather than being stuck in a classroom full of students who thought they were better than anyone in the world.
The blonde,Ford as he was called, finished the math equation as he sat down. This happened a few more times until the bell rang. She hadn't been paying attention to the class at all and he had finished writing the homework done. Caramel scribbled it down, then let her eyes scan over the board. She'd already done this a couple months ago at Elk. She was already ahead of this class and she'd just gotten here. Caramel picked up her bookbag and shouldered it while her purse slipped over her torso. Next, some Enviromental Science class. She groaned...that class would be absolute torture. She'd taken it her seventh grade year, but she hadn't been able to carry that credit to high school and she had to take it over. She walked through the hallway, feeling everyone's eyes on her. Caramel would have screamed. People were so nosy.
"I'm sorry Caramel, but you've caused too much trouble here. We've given you a little slack because of your...disability, but we can't do that any longer. You have too short of a fuse, you refuse to walk away from situations. We're expelling you from this school. You won't be allowed to return." Caramel sat in the Elk Grove's prinicipal's office, staring at him.He can't even say it. I'm mute, and he can't even say it. She stood up and gathered her things. With a last look, she shot him a rude gesture and walked out of the office. She heard him scribbling something and she slammed the door. Her mother was waiting outside for, a look of disappointment on her face.
Caramel snapped out of it when someone ran into her. Anger rose in her eyes, but it died down when she heard the apology. She didn't feel like fighting on her first day.Maybe tomorrow. She kept walking down the hallway and glanced at the sticky note for the room number. 206...
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Post by loekie on Mar 6, 2011 1:20:48 GMT 1
The blonde southerner sighed as he closed his eyes as he walked out the door. He sat down in the grass and his eyes scanned the area and the students that were enjoying their little break between second third class. He ran a hand through his hair leaning his head back against the tree he’d been leaning against. He yawned exhausted and still in pain from the other night. His head was pounding and he was nauseous but really, this was not the first time something like this had happened so he had learned to just ignore it. He didn’t really know how he was going to through this day and was thinking he might just stay out here for the rest of classes. He needed some time to himself. He knew that was a risky move though. If those people he was forced to live with were called, he’d be in for it. He didn’t really give a fuck. He sighed and took out the book he’d been reading. He was too tired to really pay any attention to what he was reading, but really it was the thought that counts wasn’t it? He brushed some hair from his face staring ahead blankly.
The bell ran and he looked around as the rest started to head indoors for their next class… he didn’t even know what it was he had… he checked his schedule… chemistry… He thought torture was prohibited. The blonde sighed trying to decide whether or not he was going to go to class. It wasn’t as if he was ever going to need it. He sighed shaking his head as he pushed himself to his feet. The boy knew it was probably best to just go to his classes no matter how annoying. He sighed forcing some pills down his throat to try and somehow stop the pounding in his head. He settled himself in the back of the room and just stared out the window as the teacher babbled on. He had English after this and then economics and French later…. He looked up when finally the bell rang and he had his next class to go to. Somehow he managed to get through the day without any added detention. This did not happen very often, although at his old school teachers seemed to have given up after a while and since his grades were at the top of his year they often let it slide because they were aware of his situation.
He glanced out the window again ‘Thanks a lot dad’ he thought bitterly before packing his things for the last time and then went back to his locker to get some things and then he walked out where he was almost bowled over by a little girl running up to him. He could only just open his arm to lift her up as she ran up to him. He smiled and ruffled her hair. She giggled and tried to swat his hand away. The brunette girl smiled.
“Hey sweetness, how was school?” the boy asked and then learned they had been let out a little early and that’s why she had walked over to the high-school waiting for him to come outside. James smiled as the girl told him all about her day, the things she had learned and children she had played with. The two sat in the grass for a little while as neither of them wanted to go home and so they would just sit in the sun for a little while longer.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 6, 2011 8:44:10 GMT 1
Class finally ended and the rest of the day went the same as it started. She trudged silently through the day, as if she had any other choice. The bell for the end of the day finally ended and her hands moved quickly to put everything in her two bags to leave. The tragedy that some people called a day had finally ended and she was heading to the house.The redhead walked outside, hoping her mother would be there to pick her up so she could leave. The sun hit her eyes and it took a few minutes for them to adjust. But, when they did, she would have rather they didn't. Her step-dad sat in the driver's seat of the black SUV, tapping his long fingers against the steering wheel and watching her every move. Caramel walked slowly towards the vehicle and he smiled approvingly. That was good, it'd be easier on her later. She put her bags in the back and slid into the front seat. A hand slid across her knee as the vehicle started and pulled out of the driveway. Caramel looked out the window away from him and closed her eyes.
"So, your mother is going to be home when we get there. She said she's going to have dinner cooked and she's going to eat with us. At six twenty, she's leaving for her pottery class and at eight, she's heading to the book club. Rachel won't be home until ten." He didn't have to say anything else. She knew what was coming and there was nothing she could do about it. Caramel gave him a tight smile and she felt the hand squeeze. She refrained the shudder that wanted to ripple through her body. She held a hand lightly over her stomach and felt the churning. What would he do when she left for college? It was more like, who would he do?
They finally pulled into the second garage and she hopped out, leaving the step-loser to get her bookbag. She slung the purse over her body and walked in. Her mom was at the stove stirring something and she smelled the air. Spaghetti, garlic bread and spiced peaches that the neighbor had brought over for Mom's birthday the day before. Step-loser came in with her book bag and dropped it under the island in the kitchen and ran a hand over her backside, giving it a small squeeze before walking over to his wife and kissing her on the shoulder. She saw the look of love her mom gave the man and she would have made a retching sound at that moment. Caramel grabbed a hairbow from the counter and pulled her hair up quickly. Step-loser and Mom put everything on the table and they held a conversation, occasionally shooting yes/no questions in her direction. Do you like the new school...Meet anyone new...Like your teachers... She refrained from rolling her eyes until dinner was over. She put the dishes in the sink and gave her mom a kiss before heading upstairs. She walked into her room on the other side of the house and found the note Step-loser had left in her blue dress pocket.
Her mother's car left the drive way and she slipped off her clothes, slipping into the red teddie and black high heels he'd left for her in the corner of her closet. Just as she turned around, he walked into the room with a video camera. "I have really good taste because that looks stunning on you." He set the camera up on a tripod her pulled from behind a curtain and she sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come over.
And on her first day of school too...
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Post by loekie on Mar 6, 2011 23:16:42 GMT 1
Eventually the blonde rose to his feet and took the girl by the hand and walked back home. he entered the house. The blonde sighed as she sat down at the kitchen table with some colours and a piece of paper drawing while James went through the chores he had to do. He knew he was known as a rebel and that actually doing as he was told was not usually his things… but truth be told, he just didn’t have the energy to put up a fight today. He was too tired and really it was of no use. All it would accomplish was getting himself in more trouble then was necessary. He brushed some hair from his face as he was finished with most of his chores before he started dinner and set the table. He looked up as the front door opened. The boy sighed “Go upstairs” he told the girl who glanced over at him in concern “But…” she protested but James wouldn’t take no for an answer “Now princess” he said his voice raised slightly, enough to have the girl quickly shut her mouth and grab her things to go up the stairs to her room.
“JAMES” he looked up as his name was called when Sean walked into the kitchen. The boy rolled his eyes and made no attempt to hide it “What is it ya want?” he questioned, voice without quiver, only holding contempt. He ran a hand through his hair before the man narrowed his eyes shoving the boy against the wall and a punch landed into his stomach and another one hit him in the face “You had better not strike that tone with me boy” he hissed pulling the boy head upwards by pulling it back by his hair “Now hurry up, I want food on the table in five minutes” he warned shoving the boy towards the stove. The blonde sighed shaking his head wiping the blood that was running down his nose and split lip before he continued cooking the food and put it on the table. He sighed and shook his head for a moment before going to inform the rest of the family that dinner was ready. He would so thankful for the day he would get to leave all this behind. He glanced over as the rest entered the room and he caught the woman glancing in his direction. Having been here for quite some years he knew exactly what was behind that look.
Not that he even cared anymore. It was just simply an annoyance that he would deal with at a later stage. They ate their dinner in relative silence. When they were finished he cleaned everything up and headed upstairs to his room. He sat down on his bed and stared out the small window in his room wondering what he was going to do tonight. The blonde sighed and then just made the decision to go out and see where the night would take him, consequences be damned. He glanced around and headed through the window and snuck out the window and headed down the road to go and see what this town was made of. He headed into the first club and headed to the bar talking the bartender into getting him a shot. He even talked the barkeeper into leaving the bottle. The blonde southerner smiled… this might turn out to be a decent night after all. He then glanced around the room to try and see who was there. He then smiled as he caught a girl looking at him. He gave her one of his trademark dimpled smile and she quickly averted her gaze and giggled while resuming to talk to her friends. God, girls were easy… and usually he could even get them to not care when he’d split. He shook his head with a smile wondering what some of these girls were thinking really, but hey, it wasn’t for him to think about it. If those girls didn’t mind being used, who was he to give a damn?
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Post by sparrow on Mar 10, 2011 1:17:17 GMT 1
He grunted once and gave a final thrust before he fell on top of her, exhausted. It had only been two hours, him not being able to last a full four hours. She laid there for another ten minutes, his heavy frame on top of her. She finally felt his breathing slow and she pushed him off of her. Caramel slid off the bed and grabbed the nightie and shoes from the floor to hide them. She clicked the button on the camera and began putting things up. He would know where everything was when he woke up. She stepped into her bathroom and took a hot shower, trying to wash him off of her. She scrubbed her hair at least three and her body was limitless on how many times she scrubbed it. Caramel finally stepped out and looked in the mirror. He still wasn't off and he wouldn't unless she replaced him with someone else.
Making up her mind, Caramel walked into her closet and looked around. She grabbed a skintight red mini dress and slipped it on, no bra or underwear. She wouldn't need them for tonight. Caramel grabbed a pair of black sandals and slipped them on before fluffing her hair and giving a last look in the mirror. She shook her head and walked out of the front door, knowing no one would catch her. Step-loser was asleep upstairs in her bed and her mom was at some class, completely oblivious to what was going on. As she walked down the road to the bar she'd seen on her way to school, a car of guys drove post, giving wolf- whistles and she flashed a seductive smile and that got her cat- calls. They drove off and Caramel continued on her way. Tonight would get her mind off of step- loser.
She walked inside of the bar after having to give the guard at the door permission to cop; a couple of feels. She fixed her dress and walked inside, looking around. Walking up to the bar, she let the bartender flirt with her and she bent over the bar, giving him a good view until her let her have a beer. Caramel knew how to do things without words. He slipped her a napkin with his address and she gave him a wink, eyeing him and putting him the category of cute. He'd be a nice play when she was bored. Caramel sat on one of the stools and swiveled around, crossing her legs as she looked around? Who would give her a good chase for tonight? Get rid of the step-loser filth.
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