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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 15, 2009 11:41:06 GMT -5
"I'm sure you can! Seeing how so in control you are right now." Gray nodded with a grin. He staggered backwards just slightly when she turned and smacked his chest. It didn't do any damage at all but he winced playfully. "Oof! Wow, you're strong..." he chuckled.
Gray looked down at Liz who was fuming. Her cheeks were flushed red and her scowl was deep but Gray was way too amused to take anything she was doing or saying seriously. As she tried to deny what she said, Gray's amused grin widened until she inadvertently called him an ass. "Nice. But the thing is, I don't think all girls want me. Just the ones who call me hot." He seemed to overlook the size comment, or he just didn't think it was something he should even care. He knew she was saying all this because she was going on emotion rather than logic. It was kind of endearing how she's struggling to bring him down.
When the steam practically wheezed out of her with her last words about bothering a cheerleader, Gray stopped and rolled his eyes at her. "Oh come on...you can't have given up that easily. Dig in. Make me bitter. Make me see the error of my ways..."
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 15, 2009 12:12:44 GMT -5
“You don't listen well, do you?” Liz was significantly more calm now that she had stopped walking. She was able to take a few breaths and think about what she was doing. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this very cute boy chased after her and wouldn't let her get away. At least, that's what she told herself.
What was it about this boy that seemed to get under her skin? He was an ass, he wasn't worth a second of her time. There were a lot of guys she found attractive before, and she practically spit anger in their faces. That was all it took and they ran off like little girls. But this guy wouldn't leave her alone, not for a second.
“Alright, look dude,” she started, refusing to make eye contact with him. She didn't want to get distracted by his dumb face. “If you're going to follow me around like a lost little puppy, you're gonna at least have to make yourself useful.” She whipped out her little baggie once again and withdrew another roach. She tucked the one remaining joint back into her pocket and began walking back to the half-smoked spliff she dropped earlier. “We're gonna need some snacks.”
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 15, 2009 12:31:55 GMT -5
When she stopped walking and started to mumble something about him not listening well, he gave a victorious grin and shrugged. It was clear that Gray wasn't the type to listen to people, not even authority. "I might have turned deaf from scarlet fever." He joked before waiting for her to respond with anything besides silence.
Once she decided that he was worth her time, the idea of getting snacks appealed to him. "What say we get some decent stash first? And what say we skip school for this. No education is ever going to teach us how to roll joints don't you agree?" He grinned his boyish charming grin before purposely slinging an arm around her shoulders, pulling her and squishing her close to him. He knew it was going to make her uncomfortable but he couldn't have cared any less. He finally found a girl who might just be resistant to his charms without being so overbearing.
Okay so that wasn't true...she was still a bitch, they established that. But she was a girl. As much as she wanted to admit that no one was going to be able to break her, she will eventually break. And Gray was going to be there as a spectator front and centre.
"Alright...do you have a good dealer around these parts of town? Mine's like right in Riverside and it's very hard to get there without proper transportation unless you have a car..."
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 16, 2009 0:14:55 GMT -5
“Hey, now you're thinking!” Liz instantly perked up at the idea of skipping. She probably wouldn't have taken off without a good reason, but lucky for her, anything was a good reason. Even if the reason is hanging out with a complete jerk she didn't even like. At all. Not one tiny bit, no matter how cute he may or may not be. “One problem, though. I don't have all the money in the world.” She raised her hands to her mouth and lit the joint that was hanging between her lips. “Or do you think I'm smoking this dirt weed cause I like it?”
She was about to offer the bigger boy a toke, but she was caught off guard by his side-hug. Her instant reaction was to throw her arms out and grab at the closest thing to her, which was him, and she was suddenly caught in a position she was not very used to. A boys arm was around her, and hers were around his waist. He was warm and strong and it felt incredibly nice. Liz blamed the fact that she was caught off guard for lingering just a moment in the hug.
“Careful, you mongoloid!” she exclaimed, pushing off his very hard abs to break from his half-embrace. “I'm like half your size. You wanna crush me or something? God!” There was a hint of anger in her voice, but she knew it wasn't at him. She just hoped he didn't get any weird ideas that she was hugging him back or anything. As if she ever would! She put a hand through her hair, getting it back out of her face after the light tussling. She then lifted the stick up to him anyway. “Here.”
Riverside, shit. That was far, and Liz hated the bus. But Compton was far away, too. “No, no car, and my hook-ups are either in Compton or in school. That means we can either hoof it or jailbreak. Thoughts?”
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 16, 2009 12:25:43 GMT -5
"Of course I'm thinking!" He said, clutching his chest looking completely offended. He wasn't that useless. God, the girl knew exactly how to make a guy feel nice inside, doesn't she? Her reminder of not having money made him frown and make a funny face. How could he have forgotten that vital information? His pay hadn't come in yet and he remembered that he had given the rest of what he got last month to his mother.
Working the cogs in his brain, he completely ignored her irrational comment about her weed. She's a bitch, he got that. Could they pass over this initial idiocy and move on to greater things like maybe getting good grass?
The sudden movement on her part, her wrapping her arms around his waist, was very sudden but the move was welcome and for a minute, Gray remembered the last time he did this with a girl and he actually smiled. That is until she shoved him back and started calling him a mongoloid.
"Okay, you seriously have to stop with the name calling, girly. I'm not a tool, I'm not a dick, I certainly am not following you like a lost puppy and I'm not a mongoloid. Although the hot part of your whole ranting part, I do agree with. But stop with everything else. I'm Grayson Shepherd, I go to Gould and right now I am itching to get my hands on some real good grass. Semi-truce?"
He held one hand out to shake hers, although knowing full well she was either going to stomp off with an eye roll or slap his hand away and still walk off.
But she gave him her joint and started babbling about being a horse or a prisoner while he took a short drag of the weed, trying hard to ignore the weird taste her stick gave him. He gave it back and shrugged. "I was just thinking of using that back gate. The police haven't been around there lately so no security." He pointed to the lone gate where there was indeed no security lingering around.
Gray patted his hoodie and jeans and tried once more to empty the contents of his bag to find something worth burning or using for money when he found a rolled up paper bag that looked promising. "No way...I thought I smoked that last week!" He grinned and immediately tore away the packaging and found the precious bag of weed with a few pieces of roll up paper. He held it up triumphantly at the girl, carefully avoiding everyone else's vision.
"Come on girly, we need a good place to burn these and I get serious munchies afterwards so...come on. Let's go."
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 19, 2009 15:43:08 GMT -5
“Well,” Liz started, feeling slightly bad for calling him so many names. “Don't crush me and I won't have to call you any names!” She was too used to hanging around friends that knew her and understood she wasn't trying to be mean. She always called people names. Heck, she called her best friend a gaybob all the time, and he never really got offended by it. Why should Grayson Shepherd get special treatment? “And while we're at it, Grayson Shepherd,” Liz made sure to say his name in a mocking tone, with her voice lowered to sound more dumb. “My name's not 'girly,' okay? It's Davies. And I used to go to Silver.” A few seconds passed before all of what Grayson had said fully sank into Liz's brain. No doubt she had the weed to thank for that. “And I didn't call you hot,” she muttered quietly, hoping he didn't even hear it.
Grayson was obviously not even listening to Liz when she was trying to come up with an idea on how to get some weed. She meant they would need to get one of her contacts out of class to get weed. “You really don't listen, do you...” Her words trailed off as he produced a small brown bag, the type Liz was very used to seeing in her own pockets. “I knew it! You were holding out on me!” She punched Gray lightly on the shoulder. Again, it was a more friendly move for Liz, but as soon as she did it she realized Gray might not like it too much. Still, it was too late and like hell she was going to apologize just cause the boy was overly sensitive.
They needed to find a good place to smoke up. Normally Liz would just head home. Her mom was rarely around, her sister would still be in class, and most importantly there would be enough munchies to go around. But something about Gray made Liz hesitant to suggest her place. It was messy and old, and not the cleanest place in the world. And they'd have to smoke in her bedroom. Liz nearly paled at the thought of Gray up in her bedroom. “Can't hit my place, my mom's probably home,” she lied. Still she couldn't think of any better options. “There's a Del Taco a few blocks away. But I dunno where we could light up.”
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 20, 2009 19:42:51 GMT -5
"I wasn't crushing..." Gray frowned deeply until he realised what she was trying to do. All he did was put an arm around her but she was the one who pulled into him. All this was...it was just a talent she had for twisting words and situations to suit her own self. And the name calling was just a way for her not to grow a sense of attachment to the person. Gray was no shrink but analyzing her right then made him feel pretty good about wanting to be one. He could totally be one if he wanted to now.
The disdain that laced the way she called out his name made Gray smirk. He knew she was warming up to him. It was just a matter of time. "Davies. Lemme guess, Davies...that's your middle name. No wait...wait it can't be that easy...ah you're mother's maiden name. Right? I know I'm getting warm..." he paused when he heard her mutterings. "Oh but you did. Denial is not a pretty colour on you, Davies."
When she punched his arm, he barely felt it but he did hear what she said. "I didn't know, girly." He said, grinning at his lame tease. He stuffed his paper bag into the pocket of his hoodie and gathered his bag up on to his shoulder. "Well there's always that abandoned warehouse down boulevard. Near the projects." Gray scratched his stomach when he felt it growl. "Damn it...I'm getting a little bit too hungry right now."
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 20, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -5
Liz couldn't believe how thick headed this guy was. “It's my last name...” She wanted to add more, call him a name to accurately reflect his futile search for the meaning behind her nickname. It really wasn't a difficult task, so why he struggled with it she did not know. “And!” She nearly protest again, but his denial comment stopped her in her tracks. The more she fought to hide from what she said, the deeper she was digging herself. Liz hoped that if she dropped it, so would Grayson.
When he called Liz “girly” again, she had enough of it. If she were going to be nice to him, the least he could do was return the favor. She stop in her tracks, whirling in place and pointing a finger into his chest. “Look, boy-ee, if you keep calling me girly we're gonna have some problems, got it?” She poked him once for added emphasis, then resumed her canter. “Warehouse is fine with me, but it's the opposite was as the Del Taco. Is there anywhere closer to grab a bite? I don't tend to go down that way too much. I'm a real fan of not getting shivved.” Too many news articles focused on the violence in the projects, and though Liz know some of them down by where she lived, she did not know any near Gould. Still, she figured a project was a project, that they were all the same.
Still, Liz was with a pretty good sized boy, one that could no doubt scare off a few guys. He was tall, and pretty muscular, and... Liz shook her head, hoping thoughts such as the last one would just go flying right out. She should most definitely be focusing on how hot this guy was. Or wasn't. Either way, it didn't matter to Liz. Her eyes drifted back over to him as she snuck a peek, just to make sure she it didn't affect her. A few moments later, she nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, realizing she was still looking out of the corner of her eye. “Stupid shoes,” she muttered, quickly kneeling to pretend as if a loose shoelace had caused the disturbance. Expecting Grayson to mock her, she quickly added, “And don't say a word.”
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 21, 2009 17:34:10 GMT -5
Gray chuckled and pounded Liz mildly on her shoulder with his fists and shrugged. "I knew it was your last name. Was just teasing ya. You're wound up pretty damn tight, Davies." He grinned as they headed to the exit.
He winced when she suddenly turned and pointed her finger at his chest. He heard somewhere that if girls poked you in the chest, they're gonna be poking you there forever if you didn't stop them so he stepped backwards and accidentally missed a step and went tumbling down on his back. He got back up almost immediately, brushing the seat of his pants and nodded while she talked, acting like nothing had happened.
"Well...that warehouse is the only place I can think of unless you wanna go smoke it up at the beach. It's right there." He pointed out to the east of where they were walking. "And they always have hot dog stands and churros and stuff like that and they're dirt cheap too. So I-" he paused when he saw her go down on her knees, mumbling something or other. Did something happen?
"And don't say a word."
"I wasn't even going to!" Gray cried out indignantly. Man the girl had issues! Shrugging and deciding to chalk it all up to it being that time of the month, Gray continued with his idea. "So I thought maybe we could hide somewhere a bit more secluded and smoke up. Then we could get something to eat. Whaddya think?"
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 22, 2009 13:25:25 GMT -5
Somewhere... secluded? The thought made Liz start to feel a little nervous. Not that she was afraid Gray was going to physically harm her, he seemed gentle enough. Plus, she'd been beating up on him all afternoon and he hadn't seemed to mind too much. But the thought of him and her alone somewhere secret, where no one could find them, made Liz's mind wander to what could happen, if she let it. She hadn't been with a boy since Haden, and for good reason. They were all jerks, only out looking for one thing. Is that why Gray wanted to get her alone?
Liz shook her head again, her eyes squeezed shut. Why did her brain keep thinking of such things? Gray was just some dude who wanted to smoke up, that's it. Nothing else. And if he wanted more, she'd say no and he'd deal with it. That's all there was to it! Something about this boy got under Liz's skin, and she didn't like it. She told herself she was going to drop him the second they were done smoking up, just walk away and hopefully never see him again. She imagined the scenario in her head and tried to smile, but she didn't feel good about it.
“As long as there'll be food, I'm solid,” Liz replied, making sure to keep her eyes off of Gray this time. She tossed her head to get her unruly hair out of her face, but mid-toss realized it was much too girly a move to be making around Gray. It ended up looking like a weird jerk of her head that totally failed in it's original goal. She quickly used her hands to get the rest of her hair over her shoulders.
The pair began walking in the direction of the abandoned warehouse, silence keeping a comfortable cushion between them. Still, there was an important question Liz had to ask before she could really trust the guy, and it was one that needed to be asked before they got too high.
“So,” she started, feeling slightly awkward breaking the quiet. “What music you listen to?”
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