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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 21, 2010 1:23:16 GMT -5
Trixie knew if she calmed down and actually looked at this, she would see Jay written all over it. Jay knew better then anyone, that when ever Gia got involved Trixie, never could see straight. She just saw red. Anger boiled through her. Anger over this little slut bitch. Someone who trixie vowed was worse then she was, which was debatable, cause Trixie was pretty hated by the school. But that did not matter. Trixie and Gia were enemies and Trixie hated seeing those pictures.
So right now she needed to cool off or something cause she was fuming. She was ready to pounce someone, anyone. Heaven forbid the guy or girl who got in her way this time. She walked through the halls finding a spot that seemed void of any human life at the moment. Which was probably a very good thing right now.
Trixie paced back and forth. She shook her hand out a little. It hurt like hell. She held it close to her body since it was throbbing. She sighed and ran her good hand through her hair as she leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes and opened them again only to find some guy she did not know looking at her. She pushed off the wall and eyed him, a glare, but she was not happy, "What..come to comment on the show you just saw?"
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Post by Xavier Goodwin on Jun 21, 2010 1:44:30 GMT -5
Xavier was observing everything he had seen. Now was the time to move in.
He stayed quiet and let her have her time before he said anything. "Sorry I wasn't aware of any show, was there a cover charge?"
He saw her tear stained cheeks as well some blood on her hand. "Looks like something big happened." He approached her, a small smile on his face. "I think someone a beautiful as yourself shouldn't be crying." He gently pushed the hair from her eyes.
"Course seeing the blood on your hand, something tells me who ever got you like this is regretting it and big time." He was smooth when he want or had to be.
"I'm Xavier, and what is your name, my teary eyed girl?"
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 21, 2010 10:53:34 GMT -5
Trixie was too upset to read into Xavier's behavior. She actually gave a tiny smirk when he said he didn't see the embarrassing show. I mean that whole scene..what ever. Never should have happened, "You're right...i should not be crying over that man...he is just another stupid jerk." She wiped her eyes, which did not help cause they were still teary eyed cause her was far from a jerk, but Trixie was still too upset to focus on anything.
She did take a deep breath and stand up straight. "I bet his face and the locker are both feeling the same pain right now." She commented with an evil grin, "Thanks." She told Xaveir, "Trixie...nice to meet you." She said to him. He was kind and nice. "Forgive me for being in a all men are bastards mood at the moment. I know that only certain guys are bastards...." She commented.
"I should not even be this hurt, it should not matter, he was a man, just another toy....I mean come on..we all know men are only good for sex. Now it's over. Time to move on." Trixie said attempting to get over DJ with a snap of her fingers. Yeah it wasn't working. Her heart did not magically healed, it just kept breaking.
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Post by Xavier Goodwin on Jun 22, 2010 2:49:21 GMT -5
He's a man, he's just a man...' Xaiver thought of Mary Magdeline's lines from 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. He took a handkerchief from his pocket. "Looks like you need this."
Score! This was the that guy's sister. "Trixie, very interesting name, sounds like someone who likes to get into trouble...at the right time of course." He watched her carefully. He faked a surprised look. "I totally agree with you. Men are just complete bastards." He grinned giving her a playful nudge.
"Well, I'm not one to brag but I've never had a complaint when it came to sex." He said seeing if he could get a small laugh from her. "But all seriousness, I've got a couple decent sized shoulders if you need to cry on them."
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 22, 2010 15:58:54 GMT -5
"Thanks." Normally this is where the girl would take the handkerchief and slow her nose. At least thats how it went in the movies. Not this time. She dabbed her eyes and just held onto it. "You run into a lot of crying girls." She commented motioning to the piece of cloth. She dabbed her eyes some more before crossing her arms over her chest. She eyed him as he spoke. A small smile did spread across her lips.
"Its nice that you to agree with me seeing as though you are a man." She commented. "As for the sex comment, i have never had any complaints either." She smirked. "Those shoulders are big, but I have seen bigger." She said the smirk still on her lips. DJ's were bigger. Yet she vowed not to think about that right now.
"But I do like the offer to cry on them. You don't meet many nice guys." He must be gay. A nice guy offering his shoulder...yeah...gay. Which meant she was safe. That made her feel a little better. "Thanks...i mean it...I just can't believe I was such a fool. You ever had a craving for a cigarette, but you don't smoke."
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Post by Xavier Goodwin on Jun 25, 2010 16:36:00 GMT -5
"A gentleman never leaves home without one." Xavier replied. He may have been a louse at times but he knew a few manners.
"I have a couple of sisters and have seen them hurt by guys before." A big, bright bold faced lie but Trixie didn't know that. "Let me give you a sample of how big these shoulders are."
He wrapped his arms around her gently as if she were a priceless ming vase. "You guessed correctly, I don't smoke." He grinned. "This making you feel better?"
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