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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 15, 2010 18:36:36 GMT -5
"Hey Daniel, get a move on!" In a group as large as ours, people were easily weaving in and out of conversations and crowds without leaving so much as the smallest trace. That wasn't possible for me though. It was like I had a magnifying glass over my head at all times and I needed to be giving or recieving attention at almost every moment.
Not that I minded much. It always seemed funny to me how, in movies and books, the "popular kids" were either unhappy with their popularity or never got what they wanted in the end. That's because authors tend to be the "unpopular crowd" that somehow think they got the happy ending. But I'm about as well-known and loved as anyone could get, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's damn awesome being me!
The trick is keeping a humble out-look and a proud mind. That way you can bask in your own glow and no one wants to take it away from you. Unless they're one of those weird, sneaky figures who can see past your disguise, but they're not a threat until they get a voice in society. I'm still waiting for that moment. When people like Allison become more then childhood enemies. When I actually have the thrill of someone fighting back.
That'll be the day.
"Keep a cap on it kiddos, I'm on my way!"
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Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 16, 2010 22:13:21 GMT -5
see i was tryin' to be everything you weren't expecting. all i ever wanted was to try and keep you guessing. but i'm falling way too fast.
[/center][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] "oh, that'll be the day." i muttered. i cast a glance to my friend, jenny. "you don't hate him, do you?" she asked, a mischevious glint in her amber eyes. she walked past me to sift through another rack of graphic tees, then looked at the huge crowd surrounding the popular and infamous daniel. she smirked, and an odd feeling sucker-punched me in the gut. i gasped. "don't you dare!" i came around to the rack of clothes she was standing idly by, and grabbed her arm. "please, please, please, don't leave me." i was begging her. i was desperate. she slipped her skinny arm out of my grasp and began to back away. "text me later, okay?" she called over her shoulder as she began to run. soon, she was lost in the thronging crowds and i knew it was useless to chase after her. standing there for a moment, i felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. my enemy was literally ten feet away from me. i began to edge my way out of the store, trying to slip past the group surrounding him, praising him and laughing like a bunch of idiotic drunks. they probably were drunk. i sighed to myself. daniel and i had a long history. the thought that i could like him was unbearable. but jenny was just getting to me. people like daniel and people like me were actually supposed to like each other, love-like or friend-like, it doesn't matter. we were both popular. we belonged together, and yet society had chosen an anomoly. we despised each other. it was even more than that. it was cold blooded hatred. at least for me. but i was pretty sure it was similiar for him even though he was this huge flirt along with an equally huge ego. i was almost there. gripping my favorite indian bag to my chest, i sprang forward for the opening into the crowd... until someone's fingers slipped around my arm and swung me around. my ears heard wolf whistles and cat calling. i'm sure my name was blended in, too. the crowd had recognized me. blindly, i hurtled forward, unable to stop myself, until my body met someone else's. someone tall... heavy, too, because i luckily didn't knock him over. with my heart pounding against this stranger, i peeked through my closed eyelids, realizing my hands were resting on this person's chest. i raised my gaze, adrenaline pumping... fear? into my mind, until my blue eyes met a boy's. his scent filled my nostrils and left my mind blank. daniel. - - - - - - - - - - - oc;; eh... [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 24, 2010 20:42:49 GMT -5
Speak of the devil.
Alarm bells went off in my head as I caught a blur of one of Allison's friends as she blended in with the crowd at high speed. Wherever that girl was going, she was going there in one heck of a hurry. Only one person's wrath or despair could do that to a person. I turned on my heel slightly; pivoted as I looked down my nose at another, unmistakable blur. "Well hello there," I greeted with a wink as I ignored the sharp blow to my chest and focused on the dissheveled sky-blue eyes looking up at me in what could be compared to horror.
If there was ever a way to throw an enemy under the wheels of the bus, it was by putting on the charm. Allison had been embarressing populars like me with her weak, fake popularity since the idea of a "popular crowd" was thought up by some preppy cave men. The sooner she was far from sight, the better my chances were with everyone else. "Hurry up sweety, you're holding up the line."I teased her with venom.
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 24, 2010 21:03:29 GMT -5
"well, hello there."
ugh. the sound of his voice made me want to just knee him in the groin. but i didn't. instead i pushed him away, getting his body away from me as fast as possible. it was too weird. and we hated each other. and i was tired of his teasing. i was sick of his jokes. behind the scenes, he was nothing like this.
when he called me sweety, a perfect reply clicked into place. i folded my arms loosely across my stomach in defiance, lifting my chin up high. a challenge. i smirked.
"oh, please. sweety? that's just a show for the crowd. c'mon, reveal what you're really like." i raise one eyebrow slowly. of course, i was just being a perfect actress. daniel just might see through it, but no one else possibly could. no one else knew me as well.
but it was a scary thing, basicaly saying daniel knew me better than anyone else. unfortunately though, he did. we had known each other since we were like seven, and he was nine. i think. my memory was fuzzy. but i remembering offering him a flower, shy and hesitant. he wrinkled his nose and knocked it from my hand, stomping on it. i had ran crying to my mother after the incident.
that was the first time we had met each other. it was at a park, and i later learned he lived down the street from me. he still did...
"well?"
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 24, 2010 22:27:56 GMT -5
The real Daniel? What could she possibly know about him?
I felt a hint of a glare glint in my normally steady, chocolate-brown eyes. It was amazing how she could get such a reaction out of me. Why was a so effected by Allison when I could be as neutral as I wanted around everyone else?! I felt my muscles clench in frustration and could almost hear an announcer at a boxing ring in the background shouting out our corners and weights. I was so tempted to break the sacred rule of never hitting a girl right now, that it hurt to just stand there calmly.
Behind me, my friends wolf-whistled and cat-called like witnesses of a steamy make-out session and I felt my anger build. "Listen Allie I don't want any trouble-" I began pompously, but I felt a jab between the shoulder blades and I could tell I was dissapointing everyone by holding the mask tighter to my face then if I just exploded. Deciding, boldly I might add, to take Allison up on her offer, I let my mask slide only a fraction and revealed what my infuriating childhood rival called "the true Daniel".
"Take the bone and just get out of here Allison! You know I'd sooner chew broken glass then call you 'sweety' and mean it! The more you get under my skin, the more you're just opening your old wounds. If you really want me to pour salt on them, then you're asking for it...whore."
I took a breath and cleverly lifted an eyebrow and raised a corner of my mouth to maintain my disguise just barely. In reality, I wanted to grab Allison's neck, squeeze, and just cry and scream as I shook her where she stood. I had put up with her for years, partly by my own fault, but I just wanted to vent my anger, and she was easiest to thrust it on since we weren't expected to get along. In all honesty, she was only a small part of my stress, but I couldn't imagine springing it on anyone but my worst enemy. Why not?
I had to bite my tongue from going further into my insults. Calling her a whore was barely skimming the surface of what I could have said, but I could lose all my friends and beloved reputation in a moment of stupidity and annoyance. Is this was Allison really wanted to get into with me? I felt a slight twinge I didn't recognize at the thought.
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allison nicole moore
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Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 24, 2010 23:18:43 GMT -5
he called me allie. this stung, because even though we were enemies, he used to call me allie. And i actually, shamefully, like it when he called me allie. whenever he had said the name 'allie', it hadn't ever been a snide remark or anything. it might've been in a class room, and a small comment like, 'you are supposed to pass the paper down, allie' when i was too distracted to notice. and then, muted, i'd obey him.
but this time, the name allie was full of venom. i didn't cringe externally, though i did internally. i didn't dare give any sign of that, however. if i screwed up now...
"take the bone and just get out of here allison! You know i'd sooner chew broken glass then call you 'sweety' and mean it! the more you get under my skin, the more you're just opening your old wounds. if you really want me to pour salt on them, then you're asking for it...whore."
my composure slipped for a fraction of a second. just nearly. and the mask slid in place again. old wounds? what is he talking about? i was so confused that i barely caught the last word.
whore.
it echoed in my mind. but i knew this wasn't it. this was just brushing the surface of the real daniel. the daniel i hated. he just didn't want the crowd to think he was a jerk, which he was one, anyway. but it was all about saving his social status. his rep.
a corner of my mouth curved up. sly. i was playing sly. "oh, im asking for it," i said coolly, a hint of anger buried in my voice. suddenly, i stepped forward and shoved him into the crowd. hard.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 25, 2010 18:30:03 GMT -5
My breath left me momentarily as, for a second time, she hit me in the chest. Only this time, it was on purpose. I fell backwards onto one of my fangirls who swooned as she broke my fall. I barely noticed though; my mind was fixated on the heat pulsating off of Allison. Her rage was so obvious it made my eyes sting to look at her. Quickly, she regained her composure and as I caught myself, I recalled her biting words.
"Oh I'm asking for it."
Inside, I wasn't one who went looking for a fight, and if I did, I ever intentionally hurt someone. With words or with the little muscle I had. Either way, I felt a slight flame of guilt lick at my anger, but I brushed it off in arrogance. It was always a pride thing with guys. And since I was in such a high position, I wasn't going to let someone like Little Ms. Here-Take-This-Random-Weed Chick beat me at what I was best at: retorts.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, carefully avoiding her chest vacinity, and pushed. Hard. "I said there was a line. Sorry sweety your time's up. I don't have anything to offer damn mutts like you."My eyes narrowed as that flame of guilt politely reminded me of its presence as if to say,"You're mom is watching! Behave like a gentlemen Danny."
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 25, 2010 19:02:35 GMT -5
There. Maybe that would finally make him leave me alone. Maybe we would avoid each other, and I wouldn't have to look at that stupid, smiling expression ever again. That was just a mask. But when he looked at me... That thought made me pause. What was his expression when he looked at me? It was just expressionless... What was behind that mask?
He had so many masks, I didn't know which was the real Daniel -- the way he acted around people he loved.
Daniel was caught by the crowd, unfortunately, so he didn't fall on his idiotic ass. Instead, they pushed him back in the circle that was surrounding us. He advanced on me, and even though I glared up at him, my shoulders squared, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated and frightened. Could he see it in my eyes?
His hands gripped my shoulders and he shoved me back, too. The force he exterted wasn't even reeled in, I bet. It was a powerful blast, a slamming force. I fell back, unable to stop myself, but the people behind me righted me, too. I realized that they wanted this to go on. They were hungry for bloodshed. It was in their eyes.
Flipping my brunette hair from my eyes, I glanced at Daniel, my gaze smoldering with fire and anger. Fine. Bloodshed is what you want? It's what you're gonna get. I grit my teeth.
I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to create one final act, and then I would leave. I wanted to get out of here. This was stupid. It was getting to the point where he was laying hands on me, even if I deserved it.
Unexpectedly, agressively, I decked him in the face, my arm straight, my fist connecting smoothly with his jaw, knocking him to the ground. The moment was so perfect, that you would think that I had dreamed of this day, almost as if I had prepared for it.
"You had nothing to offer in the beginning, Danny." I said in a soft whisper. But everything had gone silent, and everyone could hear.
I walked away without looking back.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 25, 2010 20:20:19 GMT -5
I hate guilt.
Why? Because it was always on the other person's side! It made you feel bad for them, while anger, happiness, pride, and sadness were all on your side! The only other feeling that, like guilt, betrayed you, was love. Well..if the other person didn't love you back which, unlike the romance novels, was almost always the case in reality.
That's why my stomach made an unsettling pretzel knot as I hit the floor with the feel of Allison's knuckles still engraved in my red, irritated skin. I fought the urge to spit on the mall tile and swallowed my tangy, metallic blood as I carried the burden of a thousand hot stares burning holes in my clothing and hair. As I skimmed the surface of time, my eyes traced the outline of Allison's retreating form and my mind memorized her voice as her whisper echoed through my head. All I had heard was my name. Danny.
No one had called me that aside from my mother since my second grade teacher had tried to shorten my name and just resulted in annoying me. My eyes softened and hardened like ice caught in the center of a snowstorm and blistering sun at the same time. I couldn't make up my mind, but my body had already made its decision. "Allie!" I hollered, pushing my friends to the side before they could follow me as I hurtled onto my feet and into the crowds.
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allison nicole moore
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Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 25, 2010 20:42:30 GMT -5
Open mouths and stares followed me as I pushed my way through. At first, they resisted, wanting the bloodshed, the fire still in their eyes. But they must have seen the feral expression in my own blue eyes before I had even opened up my mouth. I simply pushed my way out. I wasn't going to stay here no matter what.
I hugged my indian bag close to my chest, thousands upon thousands of emotions rolling over me. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to think. This was the biggest outbreak or fight Daniel and I have ever had. And in public, too. Not by ourselves, not in the park in our neighborhood. Here. At the mall. I didn't feel ashamed or embarassed at all. Just biting anger. It ripped at my chest, like a demon.
The fact that I had actually punched Daniel surprised me. I didn't even know I had the guts to do that. Even to him, if it came down to it. My hand was still aching slightly, but I felt pride in myself. Daniel wouldn't be bothering me again.
Or so I thought.
"Allie!" I almost turned around, until I recognized the voice. I stiffened. My legs still carried me forward, though, and if anything, carried me faster. I had to get away. I didn't want to face him. Why was he chasing after me anyway? To punch me right back? He was always following what I did. I shove, he shoves. I deck, he decks.
Shut up! I thought silently, annoyed that he was chasing after me. I risked a quick peek over my shoulder, surprised at how close he was. I began to run, my hair flipping from side to side as I searched for a place to hide. I tried to find a women's bathroom, but that was on the upper floor. I couldn't run all that way.
I turned a corner and hid in a small alcove where some drinking fountains were. Maybe he'd run right past me. Maybe he wouldn't see. But I knew my hopes were in vain.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 25, 2010 21:23:43 GMT -5
My brain finally caught up with my body, and slapped the crap out of it.
I couldn't believe let alone process that i was on my way to apologize to the girl that had drawn the blood that was now staining my chin. My vision blurred slightly as someone ran into me, yet again endangering my poor, abused chest, but I kept running blindly after Allison. I couldn't go back now. "Allie!" I summoned her again, feeling as if I was running through a vast forest rather then the jewelry section of the Daeland Mall.
I felt like yanking my hair out when I rounded the corner and lost sight of my "damsel in distress". She always had to make things more difficult! I knelt down and dug my fingernails into the denim of my jeans, painfully bruising my fragile knees with my rough grip. "You nearly bust my lip you little imp. You could at least accept my apology." I pleaded with no one, attracting the attention of a puzzled clerk nearby.
She seemed about to approach me, but thought better of it at the sight of my disheveled appearance and simply looked on with curiousity, waiting for my mystery prey to "climb on stage". My tone of voice had softened miraculously, as if I was talking to an injured kitten.
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Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 25, 2010 21:36:16 GMT -5
I didn't dare move. My hands were shaking and I was biting my lip from keeping my shaky breath give me away. But now I was angry. His words made me pissed off. Really pissed off, as if the devil himself were angry. I couldn't take Daniel anymore. Why couldn't he leave me alone? And apologize? Apologize. That was it.
My body slammed into his from behind, knocking him to the ground. I stood over him, my blue eyes blazing, fists at my sides. "Apologize?" I screamed at him. "What the hell? We've been enemies from the moment we've met and now you want to simply say sorry. Is that it? I can't believe you! Well, guess what? I don't accept."
Chest heaving, I started to storm away. But I had too many words stored up from the past years. I ended up turning around again anyway. "Saying sorry won't fix anything. And why are you coming after me to say sorry, anyway? And why the hell are you calling me Allie? You're not my friend! I thought we've both made that clear, very clear, especially back there.
Remember when you'd throw fries at the back of my head, and your lame ass friends would laugh? And remember when you'd speak behind my back and everyone would laugh? Trip me in class, make me fall on a skateboard; you've done nothing but humiliate me from the moment I've met you! I hate you! Dont you get that? So why can't you stay away!"
My voice was hoarse by the time I was done. And shockingly, I didn't feel any tears well up. I didn't feel any stress at that moment, either. It's as if all the stress had melted off my shoulders and burned the floor where Daniel lay. My shoulders slumped as I stared bewildered at him.
"Don't waste your time, Danny." I whispered, my voice trembling with venom.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 27, 2010 20:08:11 GMT -5
I could have taken back everything right then and there.
But..I didn't. Allison just has a way of making my blood boil; making me put the sheilds up. Is was as if I always needed to defend my honor with her. "No Allie, you're wrong! That whole stupid speech was a waste of time, not what I'm trying to tell you! If you could just shut your damn mouth for two seconds then maybe things would have turned out different between us!"I flinched momentarily and carefully examined Allison's facial expression, but didn't dare take a breath as I continued.
"I know I've been a jerk; take it from the guy with a disconnected jaw that's talking like some sort of a choking dog! But honestly, you're as much of a guilty party as me! Remember that time you asked my friend out just so you could dump him a minute later and scorn him for being friends with me? And on my 9th Christmas when we were outside looking at Christmas lights and you tripped me with a strand of them and scarred my forehead when I fell?"
It felt good to get things off my chest. Even if I felt pathetic while whining to her. "Back there...Allie I've never shoved you like that. I've never wanted to shove you like that! But you struck some nerve or something and...damn why is it so hard to talk to you? Why can't you just except my apology?!" Ok...so I wasn't very good at this kind of stuff. Scratch that. I was about as good at apologizies as my hospitalized grandmother was at football.
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Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Feb 27, 2010 20:22:47 GMT -5
People were starting to stare and I think some were even edging closer, eager to hear about the latest drama between two of Daeland's most popular teenagers. Especially since we were of opposite sex. Of course, that even built on top of their curiousity. And what's worse, Daniel's huge group of friends were moving this way, slowly, but still in our general directions. Damn.
I stepped closer, only a couple inches from his face. "Oh, so now you're saying you regret shoving me, too?" I hissed quietly, still wary of our surroundings. "Listen, you've never give a shit about me before. And now all the sudden you're trying to apologize and attempting to convince me that you regret shoving me? Don't think I don't know what you're doing. It's happened before. Sweeten up the girl, become friends, and then it just turns into a one night stand and you dump her ass."
Shaking my head in disgust, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and dragged him into the corner I had been hiding in before. I didn't stop there. Glancing around hurriedly, I spotted a janitor's closet. I tried the knob, then with flooding gratitude, yanked the door open and pulled him inside. I shut the door, feeling much more at ease. No watching eyes, private conversations. This was better.
But now that we were alone, and there had been such a long pause as I had made my journey here, I was out of words. I leaned against the wall in the darkness, the only sound of our breathing. Instead, I waited for him to speak until I thought of something to say.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 27, 2010 21:00:55 GMT -5
"One night stand...it's happened before..."
I couldn't shake those two statements from my mind, even as I acknowledged that I was passing my group of friends, slowly moving across the mall with Allison. Moving...across the mall...with Allison. I yanked my hand back seconds too late as the closet door shut behind us and I felt myself far too close to the prima donna herself. "So that's what you think of me..? And all along I thought you were the one dumping boys on their asses night after night." I smirked in sarcasm and ran a hand lazily and haphazardly through my shaggy brown locks.
The feel of nervous sweat on my fingers was warm and unfamiliar. I swallowed and put a hand on Allison's shoulder, not knowing one bit what I was risking...let alone what I was about to do. "Sweety," I began, teasingly instead of maliciously this time,"I'm so innocent I could melt a rapist with my inexperience. Just to prove it to you...here's my first kiss." I was so stubborn, that even as my voice got softer and my lips got closer to hers with every word, I didn't back off, and felt myself melt into Allison as I lightly touched her mouth with mine.
My heart collapsed in my chest, and I felt red hot lust burn my veins in fiery passion as I delicately ran the tip of my tongue experimentaly along her bottom lip before falling-yes falling-backwards and crashing with such little grace it was appalling, into a shelf full of buckets. My head swam and I literally had to slap myself across the face, as if I was a cartoon character, to regain some sense of location and control. I prayed silently that my wince because of my aching jaw went unnoticed.
"Well I think you put us in quite a dangerous and curious situation here Allie. You should think before you act." My words slurred in suprise, and I said them to myself as much as I said them to her. Oh I'd come out of this closet, I didn't doubt that. I doubted the fact that I'd come out in anything but I body bag, with Allison's demon claw marks marring my mangled body. What did I just do? I hated Allison Nicole Moore with all my heart! I guess I just have a second heart that feels something else for her...
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