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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 22, 2010 2:21:52 GMT
The blonde haired senior stood alone in her dorm, as she dressed for the Christmas Dance. She loved dances, especially when they were for nice events, like now. It made her wonder what the hall looked like, all decorated, and beautiful. Would it be a winter wonderland, like she hoped? Or would it be tacky Santa decorations she hated? She couldn't wait to see it. The hall had been off limits all day, for the last of the decorations, and the live band to practice and whatnot. She felt a bubbly feeling in her stomach, and heart, that just made her want to scream. She loved Christmas, the events, all around it, the presents, the family and friends, and everything... It was great. Sure, she was seventeen, but she became a complete child when it came to this time of year. It never failed to make her feel great.
Mckenzie hadn't claimed anyone to go to the dance with her, this year. She'd been asked by a couple of guys, but she'd turned them down with a smile, saying she'd like to space it out more this year. She promised them a dance or two, though, and they seemed satisfied with that. She took her dress off from the coat hanger which was hanging from a hook on the wall, and thought about guys as she ran her fingers along the smooth white material. She knew a lot of people in Bluewater High School, and she did like to evaluate the guys who passed her by, or spoke to her. The two people who stood out to her most was, one; Corbin Allyx, the guy in the year below her. She remembered meeting him outside in the line to the Spotlight nightclub where he had helped her pass the strict bouncer. And then... She sighed aloud. And then there was that Blake guy, who was extremely attractive, to her, but he never... He just wasn't nice in personality. It pissed her off, but every time she reacted to his smartass comments and insults, he just pulled her in further. Lucky for her, she hadn't seen him for a long while, so she was unwinding herself, I suppose you could say.
She unzipped the back of the white dress, stepping into it, treating it as best she could, as she got it to the perfect point, she turned in it, looking at it in front of the mirror. It was awesome, she loved it. Smiling, she pulled back on the zip, until she had it on completely right, and then adjusted the black bow so it was on the side, near her right arm. She smiled at it in the mirror, and then took out her coloured extensions, so her hair was completely her natural colour, blonde. She curled it all especially for the occasion - a rare thing, in her case. She'd done her make up a little while before. Her blue eyes were surrounded with complete thick black make up. She didn't care what the others thought, she loved it.
Hair, make up and dress all done properly, Mckenzie then proceeded to put on her jewelery; a necklace and earrings, all silver, slip on her white gloves that ended just before her elbows, and put a little black bow head band in her hair. The last thing was her silver high heeled shoes. When she was done making herself look amazing, she smiled at her reflection. She was proud of the way she looked. She just wanted the others to think it was amazing too. Picking her bag up from the coffee table, along with her keys, phone and money, she exited her dorm, actually feeling beautiful. She wasn't a vain girl, but when she put so much effort into her appearance like she had tonight, she always felt amazing.
She didn't have her nose ring in, either. She'd had it for long enough, so she just hoped it wouldn't heal up. She felt natural in some ways. Almost... Normal. As soon as she exited the building, on a shortcut to the hall, she felt the snow fall down on her slightly tan body. She felt like some kind of ice queen. Mckenzie was actually really happy. Once inside again, she saw people piling into the hall, ready for a good night. With a light smile on her lips, she followed in after the crowd, and the decorations were just as she hoped they were going to be like. White, snowy, wonderland-like. Her blue eyes widened as she moved a blonde curl from falling in front of her face. Her eyes scanned the walls, the floors, the ceiling, the band on the stage. Everything was just... Perfect. All she could ask for. She didn't need a guy to make her night complete, but if they did, she'd be on platinum mood rate.
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Post by blake hamann on Dec 22, 2010 2:38:40 GMT
DON'T GET ME WRONG, 'CAUSE I BELIEVE<<
she's an affliction that i need
  
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- it wasn't a special night for him, not at all; it was fairly average, with the exception of the not-so-important dance. that, at least, was giving the senior something to do for the night, when he'd otherwise have probably been up all night, playing video-games or browsing the internet. still, the christmas dance wasn't a big deal, it was just some stupid social event that the girls fawned over and the guys were usually forced into going to by their girlfriends. unfortunately, blake didn't have a girlfriend -or any friends, really, for that matter- so he wasn't part of the latter. he was just going.. just to go. maybe he'd be lucky and he'd piss off a few people while he was there or something. he could find some pussy-ass nerdy guy to verbally abuse or he could find some chick to irritate. he ran the possibilities through his head, listing off good people to target. there was that faggot, corbin.. something - blake didn't usually remember last names. and there was also that girl.. mckenzie? she was pretty hot, in blake's opinion, but damn, she was fun to aggravate. and there was also that kid, riley.. there were so many different people he could bother! it seemed like blake was going to have a decent night, at least.
keeping that thought in mind, the black-haired boy (newly dyed, mind you) grinned in a lopsided way. he stared at the rack of clothes in front of him, trying to quickly decide what clothes to wear. deciding on his accustomed outfit, he took a black shirt, a black-white-and-red hoodie, and pair of skinny jeans off of their respective hangers. still working fast, he slipped the worn-out t-shirt over his head, which was followed by the hoodie. walking out of his closet, blake tugged the tight-fitting jeans on over his twig-thin legs, hopping around because he was having some difficulty doing so while standing. eventually, he got them up to his hips and he briskly buttoned and zipped them up. remembering an accessory that would match his outfit perfectly, blake walked back into his closet, grabbing his beloved white studded belt off of the nail it was hanging on. flipping off the closet's light and exiting the tiny room again, he shut the closet door behind him, belt in hand. he pulled the belt through his jeans' belt loops, buckling it at the front. feeling the need for more accessories, the raven-haired boy walked over to the nightstand beside his bed. opening the very top drawer, he pulled out a few bracelets and one sort of arm-warmer thing. really, it was just a piece of fabric with studs on it; blake pulled that piece onto his right arm. on his left arm, he pulled on an array of beaded bracelets, not entirely caring if the colors of them matched or not - most of his bracelets were black, anyway.
hurriedly walking to the dorm's bathroom, he grabbed his makeup bag off of the counter, unzipping it. hastily applying his thick black eyeliner, he stuffed the eyeliner stick back into the bag after making sure his face looked perfect. grabbing his lip ring out of the bag, he put that in it's rightful place as well. stepping back from the mirror and thoroughly examining himself, blake nodded his head in approvement.
finally feeling sexy enough to leave the dorm room, blake did just that. he exited the dorm room's bathroom and left the dorm just as quick, heading towards the school's main hall, where the christmas dance was supposed to be held. blake made sure to take no shortcuts, not wanting to risk getting snow in his perfectly straightened hair. he arrived to the dance after a few minutes of leisurely walking, his eyes uninterested. there weren't really too many people there yet - and fuck, blake hated being early for anything. sure, there were a few groups of kids her and there.. but the dance hadn't really.. gotten wild yet or anything. and blake was sure it would after a while.
green irises scanning the huge, open area, blake looked for someone mildly interesting to annoy talk to. after a few minutes of seeing no one particularly appealing, he finally caught sight of someone he recognized. a smirk worked it's way onto the boy's plump lips as he shamelessly stared at the blonde girl that was standing a few meters away from him. swiftly making his way over to one of his favorite targets, he tapped on her shoulder, as he was standing partly behind her. "fancy seeing you here," he said in his usual smug tone. "you actually look like you attempted to put some effort into your appearance tonight." with that declaration, blake let his eyes travel down from her hair, to her dress, and down to her silver shoes.
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 22, 2010 4:10:59 GMT
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Mckenzie flicked her eyes to the side, but didn't turn around. She didn't have to, to find out who it was, because he was already talking. More like insulting. She felt her bottom right eyelid twitch in annoyance, and all the fingers on both her hands curl into fists. His voice probably would've been attractive, like his appearance... If he didn't shoot glass and broken metal at her with his words. She swore to herself she wouldn't allow Blake to drag down her mood on such a good night. He annoyed her, he pushed her right to the very edge with his insults sometimes, but she was glad it was her over anyone else. Mckenzie didn't want this asshole ruining anyone else's night. She could easily take his crappy insults. Others sometimes take it to the heart... She hated that.
She turned around then, with an 'I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-say-or-think' look on her face. "And you, Sir, look like you haven't. No change there. Seriously though, to come here you have to wear formal clothes. Not some shit you picked up from a needy hobo." She rolled her eyes. He annoyed her so much, all the time, it was unreal, but she could feel that magnet pulling her to him once again. She glared to the side, her light blue irises catching and reflecting the lights that were all around the room, some coloured, some neutral. She moved another loose curl out of the way as it fell in her face, sighing whilst putting a hand on her hip. Mckenzie really didn't care about what he said to her, she just wanted him to shut up, and stop irritating every person he passed. He needed to grow the fuck up.
"Just... Just get away from me." She hissed, a little bluntly, then gritting her teeth together. There was no other person who annoyed her as much as Blake. He probably noticed that which was why he bothered her so much, because he knew she was always going to fight back, without a doubt. Mckenzie has this thing... She refused to lose, she would never back down. She wouldn't let the enemy win. Why did Blake bully people so much, anyway? Maybe he was lonely or some shit like that, he probably had next to no friends at all. It was most likely all his roommates hated him. Maybe he built up this strong, arrogant exterior because he was really dying inside. Hopefully, Mckenzie couldn't help but think, but in the back of her mind, she knew she didn't mean it, something else she refused to believe.
She knew he wasn't just going to give in and leave her, he'd stick around forever if he had the time, Mckenzie knew that. He was a stubborn little twat. She had a string of insults being shot at him in her mind. That could go on forever, too, but again, who really had that much time on their hands? Not Mckenzie.
She liked to see herself as a strong spirited girl, and she knew other people thought of her like that, too. She had an attitude some people could never ever match up to, even a whole group put together. She knew she was a bit attention seeking too, but who wasn't? She smirked, eyes on Blake's smug face again. It started to make sense now, why none of them could never really win an argument. They had the same kind of attitude, although Blake used his for all the bad stuff. Both of them were over confident, she knew...
Holy shit, what would it be like if they were friends? Mckenzie couldn't even imagine it. "You piss me off so much, you know. What's the point?" She muttered, making sure he could hear her all the same, though. She wondered what would happen if people in the school had to take sides with them. Mckenzie knew that some girls would die to be with Blake, and some guys would die to be with her, so again, it was even.
What the hell is wrong with this picture? She asked herself bitterly.
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Post by blake hamann on Dec 22, 2010 15:23:07 GMT
DON'T GET ME WRONG, 'CAUSE I BELIEVE<<
she's an affliction that i need
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- the smirk vanished almost instantly from the boy's face when mckenzie insulted his clothes. his clothes were perfect, they always were; it was something blake prided himself in, even if it wasn't something a guy would normally be proud of. he scoffed, folding his arms over his skinny torso, glaring at the blond since she'd finally turned around to fully face him. formal clothes my ass, blake thought to himself. he didn't even own a tuxedo or.. whatever it was that a guy was supposed to wear to these things. hell, blake probably didn't even own a nice dress shirt; the most he probably had was a black button-up. and really, what was wrong with his hoodie and skinny jeans? blake knew he looked damn fine in them - girls had told him so before. holding up his hands in mock defense and rolling his eyes, blake finally replied, his voice full of venom (which was how it normally was, of course), "god damn, calm your tits, girl. can't handle a compliment, can you?" he raised an eyebrow (though it probably wasn't noticeable, considering his side-sweeping bangs were already covering all of his forehead and part of his eyes) at mckenzie before continuing on, "plus, i know i look damn good in this outfit. only pussies wear formal clothes to dances, okay. and i'm not one, thanks." his tone was clearly i-know-it-all-so-shut-the-fuck-up, which, again, wasn't abnormal in any way.
"just... just get away from me." at mckenzie's next words, blake actually snorted, shaking his head back and forth some, causing his hair to fall even more into his face. when he looked back at the girl in front of him, the expression on his face was completely and utterly condescending, the smirk on his lips lopsided. this was exactly what he wanted, of course: a reaction. that was all blake ever wanted. if the person didn't fight back, well, then that wasn't very entertaining for long. and if the person got too upset over such small words and they started to cry or something, then that was even worse. if there was one thing blake hamann couldn't handle, it was crying, especially if it was a girl crying. mckenzie was the perfect target, however. she always fought back, and her insults sometimes even impressed blake himself. that's why he chose to bother her so much; she could be just as rude as he could. still smirking widely, he simply responded, "nah," and shook his head again.
again, the raven-haired boy let his eyes travel over her body. he started at her hair, noticing that there were no colorful locks in it that night; it was all it's natural (or so blake assumed) color. and to be quite honest, blake thought it looked pretty nice, but pigs would have to fly before he'd ever admit that out loud. the bow-headband-thing placed atop her head was a nice accessory, too, he supposed. lowering his gaze to her eyes again, he nodded to himself in the slightest approval of her eye makeup before looking down to her dress. blake wrinkled up his nose, not being one particularly fond of dresses on girls. still, though, the dress wasn't all that bad. at least it wasn't pink or something else; it had a simple black and white polka dot pattern thing, so it was decent. the gigantic black bow, however, was a completely different story. blake then glanced at the long white gloves covering her hands and not quite reaching her elbows, he wrinkled his brown in confusion. was she trying to wear gloves like mickey mouse or something? still confused about that accessory choice, blake looked down even lower, examining mckenzie's shoes. they were so-so, he figured, seeing nothing entirely too special about that.
blake's eyes snapped back up to the blond's face when she muttered, "you piss me off so much, you know. what's the point?" rolling his eyes, blake thought to himself, i could list a million and one reasons why pissing you off is fun, sweetheart. but he bit his tongue for a moment, eventually replying instead, "why not? it's fairly obvious you like it when i talk to you, anyway. because if you didn't, you would have walked away by now, wouldn't you've?" again he raised an eyebrow, almost daring her to prove him wrong. he was pretty sure she wasn't going to walk away any time soon, but even if he was proved wrong, he'd probably follow after her, anyway. after all, who else was he going to annoy all night?
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 22, 2010 18:02:50 GMT
If she could punch Blake to shit without getting in trouble with anyone, she would. Oh, God, she would. All she wanted was to knock that over-confident, smug look off his face, and wipe it away for good. He was just about the only person who made Mckenzie want to do very violent things to people. No one else even bothered trying to get to her this much. She remembered when she lived with her parents, and her mother used to tell her that when boys made fun of her, it was because they had a crush on her. She wanted to smile at the memory, but she was too pissed off to allow her lips to curve. Besides, this was completely different to what her mother had said. Blake... Blake didn't like anyone, by the looks of it. He made fun of people because it made him feel better, he thought it made him look better (which it sorta did, but Mckenzie refused to let herself even think of it), and well... By the looks of it, he just had nothing better to do because he had no friends.
She rolled her eyes at him. He was so childish and idiotic. Did he not see that? Oh, probably not, since he only paid attention to his good characteristics - or the ones he thought he had. Mckenzie sighed, again, "That wasn't a compliment. You don't compliment anyone but yourself." Even though she was wearing heels, she was quite a small girl, so she still had to look up at Blake, still. Which she hated, because she couldn't exactly talk down to him. Her spirit was huge though, which was how she found it so easy to backfire things at him. It was worst when he shot a good insult at her, or some smartass comment that she couldn't think of anything to retaliate with. Lucky for her, she was able to backfire at everything he said currently. This was only the beginning though, she knew that. She shook her head at him, a mean smile now on her face, "You need to stop thinking so highly of yourself, because you're beginning to look stupid. Everyone knows you look like an idiot, stood here in your jeans while everyone else is in the nicest clothes they own. Silly boy." There was heavy sarcasm in her last two words, she was still smiling, though. She was still confident.
Mckenzie had known all along that he wouldn't leave when she asked... Told him to go away. Blake would never listen to her, or even anyone for that matter. He was completely independent, and he only ever answered to himself. Mckenzie had no idea why she was taking in his personality and his actions so much, she didn't do this to anyone else. Maybe she was looking for some way to outsmart him. In which case, she needed to learn all his tricks and moves, as well as use her own. A good plan, it seemed. "Like it?" She suddenly fumed, "Why would I ever like the fact you talk to me?" She smiled at his next assumption, though. How wrong he was. "No, no, darling, the only reason I haven't walked away yet is because I don't back down from people like you; I'm a stubborn little bitch when it comes to these situations." Her voice was calm, once again. Moodswings? Maybe. Some things just got to her more than other things did. Well, they didn't get to her, as in they upset her. She meant 'get to her' as in some things annoyed her more than others - obviously. Blake never seemed to get annoyed with the things she said - that pissed her off more, too.
Her eyes narrowed as people began to look in their direction, obviously wondering if they were fighting or they were together, or whatever. Mckenzie thought people would've noticed by this point that her and Blake didn't get on at all, since mostly, when they were in the same room together they were at each other's throats. Some people were oblivious to that, though. Their mistake. If anyone asked her if she liked Blake - or anything of that sort of subject - she'd snap at them, too. It disgusted her to think of her and Blake like.. Together. But not really. It actually made her think what if. She hated that too. The lyrics, 'I hate everything about you, why do I love you?' popped into her mind, and she glared to the side again.
Welcome to the messed up mind of Mckenzie Evans.
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Post by blake hamann on Dec 22, 2010 18:21:29 GMT
DON'T GET ME WRONG, 'CAUSE I BELIEVE<<
she's an affliction that i need
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- while they had been on the topic of how and why blake was irritating mckenzie, the boy couldn't help but let his thoughts drift back to exactly why he was the way he was. there was no particular reason, really. he'd had a decent family, to be quite honest. his parents were pretty fair and his little brother wasn't overly annoying. but it was almost like.. the minute blake stepped into his teenage years, he'd wanted to be this big, bad, rebellious kid that everyone would be scared of. he changed in almost a heartbeat, it had seemed. he'd gone from being a normal, passing-school-with-no-problems child to the boy who got sent to the principal's office three times a week. he'd started to be vile and rude to his parents and even to his younger brother, christopher, whom he'd beaten up on occasion. nothing made blake feel bad, though; none of the shit he'd done or put people through, he didn't regret it, not one bit. he had an excuse for it all, and it kept his conscious clean at night: no one stopped me from turning out this way. it was a stupid and terribly unacceptable defense, but it was all right with blake. it was good enough.
an almost dazed look had come across his face, his smirk slipping because he wasn't paying attention to anything around him anymore. but then mckenzie had spoken, snapping him out of his dream-like state. he listened to her words, simply snorting and rolling his eyes for the millionth time that night after she'd finished with her first two sentences. it had been a compliment.. in a way. at least blake had implied that she looked decent. wasn't that enough? and looking down at her body again, blake nodded slightly to himself once more. she did look pretty hot, even if her clothes weren't the most appealing to his eyes. returning his gaze upwards to her blue eyes, glared daggers her way when she called him a 'silly boy'. his nostrils flared and he quickly reached up with one hand to brush his bangs out of his eyes before crossing that arm back into it's position, over his chest. "you're so fucking ignorant," he shot back in reply. "you're just as arrogant and cocky as the next bitch. apparently, you don't see that, though, because you think you're little miss perfect scene queen. you're just as bad as me, smartass, whether you want to admit to it or not."
some of the fuming boy's confidence returned though and he calmed down considerably when he heard mckenzie's upset tone when she said, "like it?!". he scoffed at the rest of her words, though, waving them off. "oh, whatever," he argued. "you may not know this, but i'm not that stupid. i can tell when a girl likes being around me, thanks. and obviously, you like talking to me or arguing with me or whatever it is we fucking do. if not, you would've never said a word. you would've ignored me or something. the confidence was growing and a smug look returned to blake's face. "i suppose, those," he continued on, "that i'm pretty much the same with you. you're fairly interesting. well, interesting enough so that it's fun to piss you off."
suddenly reaching forward, the raven-haired boy grabbed a lock of the girl's hair, holding it carefully between his thumb and forefinger. completely off topic, and in a lighter tone, he asked, "i see you changed your hair, yeah? it looks nice." after the small compliment, he smiled at mckenzie -a rare occurrence- before adding, "it makes you look like less of a whore, without all of the rainbow colors." with that, blake dropped the lock of curled hair, stuffing both of his hands into the pockets of his jeans. he patiently awaited mckenzie's outburst, which he was sure to come.
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 22, 2010 20:24:05 GMT
Mckenzie was proud of her 'silly boy' comment, after she noticed some things actually did piss Blake off. When he raised his hand, she thought he was going to hit her, which caused her heartbeat to pick up, but she didn't show any outward signs of fear. She stood her ground, didn't flinch, or let her eyes twitch, which she was pretty proud of, because it would've given it away if she had. Mckenzie liked to show people she was pretty much fearless, even though some things.. A lot of things, really did scare her. She let her mind laugh at herself when all Blake did was move his hair from his eyes a little more. Mckenzie didn't actually know what colour they were. They were always hidden by his hair, or shadowed by it at least. Not like she cared or anything..
She smiled at him up until the point the words 'scene queen' popped up. Mckenzie hated how he said that to her. Was she not allowed to express herself and be different? Just because she had a few colours in her hair, did it really make her something she wasn't? Okay, so maybe she could pass for one, but really. She preferred not to be placed in some kind of group or clique. Her eyes narrowed, she already knew what she was going to say. "You better listen to me, I'm not a scene queen and I'm far from being 'perfect', as you say. I've got news for you, Blake, there is no such thing was the word perfect. Nobody's perfect. We have flaws, we have bad characteristics. You'll never meet the perfect person, idiot." She felt her hand twitch again, as if she wanted to hit him, "Never put me and you in the same sentence. Never say that I'm like you in any way, because I'm not, and you know it. I know you're trying to mess with my mind and make me believe you, just so you'll have one friend in this world. But guess what, you'll never have friends because you avoid making them. You hate everyone and everything you see, I know."
She closed her eyes for a moment to calm down after that long winded rant. How was it that it was only him who did this to her? Mckenzie knew in the back of her mind she was asking for more, but she denied it, like she denied everything she pretended not to like the sound of. She lied to herself too much, she knew that, too. Again, she denied it. Even after all she'd said to Blake just then about no one being perfect, she liked to pretend she was the perfect person, no flaws or anything, just made up of great looks and the best traits. It almost seemed like she lived a lie, like she was pretending all the time so everything was so unreal to her. Did that make her fake? Did that mean she wasn't a real person? .. What a mindfuck. Mckenzie knew she needed to wake up and see the real world. In some sense, she did. Others.. Not so much.
"No." She argued, her tone firm, "I just can't stand to just sit there and take insults from some asshole I hate talking to, or even looking at." She didn't know what to say to his next few comments, so she just pulled a 'get-the-fuck-out' face at him. She wanted to walk away, but she just couldn't. That'd be backing out, she'd be handing over the prize of winning the argument if she did, and she hated to see Blake win.
Out of the blue, he reached forward, which caused Mckenzie to lift her hand at the same time, but by the time he had one of her curls between his fingers, it was too late for her, so she just dropped her arm again. She relaxed a little bit, so her face was completely expressionless, so it gave nothing away, no trace of emotion anywhere. "Yeah, I kind of did, I suppose... Thanks?" She winced at the fact she said thanks to Blake, but then she just couldn't hold it in any more, her facial expressions moved into something of a confused look. Sudden change of heart? She didn't expect it to last long. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.
And he called her a whore.
Before she could whack his hand away, he'd already dropped her hair. "Less of a whore?" She repeated, obviously pissed again. "How the shit do colours make me look like a whore? Oh my God, Blake, you're such a twat, you just don't speak any sense... At all." Her tone was now a little high pitched, obviously a great sign to Blake that she was irritated. He'd put her in that 'violence-is-the-answer' state again, and she wanted to hit him.. Again. But since the room was so crowded, and it would make her look childish, she stood her ground, curling her fingers into fists at her sides again. "Didn't you used to be nice?"
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