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Post by blake hamann on Dec 22, 2010 23:21:28 GMT
IF YOU COULD BE MY PUNK ROCK PRINCESS<<
i would be your garage band king
  
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- high up in the darkened sky, the moon hung, positioned right above the pier, it seemed. it was glowing it's usual brilliant white and gray, and while that normally would have lit up the entire area, it didn't on new year's eve. the reflected light that the full moon was giving off didn't even compare to the beautiful and bright lights that were coming from the pier. the ginormous ferris wheel was lit up with an array of blues, yellows, reds, and greens. food and game stands had white and yellow lights on top, adding to the overall brightness. to be quite honest, the sight was pretty amazing. the beauty of it all only added to the excitement coursing through probably most peoples' veins, considering it was the start of a new year in less than two hours. even blake hamann, who was generally a pessimistic person, was enthusiastic for the new year. that, and he had some odd feeling in the pit of his stomach that the night was going to end well.
when he reached the pier, he'd stared for a good two minutes, mesmerized by the dazzling lights. he'd quickly been forced to snap out of that, though, when he felt a small tug on his left hand. glancing to the petite brunette beside him, blake reminded himself that he needed to keep a happy expression on his face; he also forced himself not to sigh. maybe caitlyn, his girlfriend, wasn't going to be overly-annoying tonight; maybe she'd finally chill out for once and not get on his every last nerve. maybe. but blake really had a feeling that that wasn't going to happen, ever. making a tight smile spread across his face, blake asked in the kindest voice he could muster up, "yeah?" glancing over her face, blake almost cringed, but stopped himself at the last second. caitlyn's face was almost orange, she'd tanned so much, and her thick black eyeliner was smudged in at least three places. really? the black-haired boy thought to himself, god, i can apply eyeliner better than that.
caitlyn flashed blake one of her fake smiles before pulling on his hand again. using her other hand, she pointed to the closest stand, which happened to be one of the rip-off games. "c'mon, brando-" a confused expression came across her face, and her brow wrinkled before she corrected herself, "blake! come win me a prize!" blake looked like he was going to argue for a second, but he decided to say nothing, admitting defeat and nodding his head once. that was all the skinny girl needed before she started quickly walking to the game, swaying her hips a little too much. she dragged blake along, too, of course, and when they reached the game, she stopped and looked up at blake with puppy-dog eyes and a pout. it didn't effect blake at all, but he nodded all the same, pulling out his wallet and handing the game-worker a folded-up dollar bill. he got three rubber balls in return, which he was supposed to throw at the bottle pyramid a few meters away, in an attempt to knock them over. picking up the first ball, he threw it and it hit the top bottle, knocking it off, but it didn't knock down any of the other ones. when a whine came from caitlyn, blake sighed to himself before picking up the second ball and chucking it at the pyramid again. it hit the very middle bottle, in return toppling them all off of the stand.
the game-worker congratulated him and pronounced him a winner, telling him he could claim one of the largest prizes. without giving blake a chance to say a word, caitlyn squealed in excitement and jumped up, grabbing a gigantic pink teddy bear. wrinkling his nose, blake stared at the stuffed animal in disdain. pink was such a fucking ugly color, really. naturally, the raven-haired senior didn't say that out loud, not wanting to hurt his precious girlfriend's feelings - he'd seen her cry before, and there was no way in hell he was going back down that road ever again. it had taken him a week, three boxes of chocolate, two bouquets of flowers, and one million apologies to get caitlyn to take him back the last (and only) time he'd made her cry. how had he caused her to sob uncontrollably? he had refused to go and stay with her at the salon while she was getting her nails done.
he cringed the slightest bit when an all-too-familiar voice broke him out of the memory. "thanks for winning me the prize, blakey." caitlyn was standing on her tippy-toes to whisper into his ear, the bear clutched firmly within her arms. unwrapping one from around her new stuffed animal, she grabbed the front of blake's green t-shirt, pulling him away from the game and to an empty spot a few meters away, where no one was within hearing distance. leaning back up to whisper into his ear, she said, "you won me a prize, so i think it's time you got a prize." from the way it seemed like she was rolling her tongue to try and purr, blake thought it was safe to assume that caitlyn was trying to be seductive or something. yeah, it wasn't working that well, not at all.
about to try and change the subject and suggest they go ride the ferris wheel or something, blake twitched when he felt caitlyn lowering her hand from it's previous spot on his chest. he didn't stop her at first, not until she reached the very top of one of his silver belts. grabbing her hand firmly within his own -but not to the point that it would hurt her- blake looked her in the eyes and said sternly, "no, caitlyn. not now." an annoyed look passed over his girlfriend's face, but she nodded in agreement. blake knew he hadn't heard the last of it, though - caitlyn was a very annoying persistent girl. sighing softly to himself, he released her tiny wrist, wondering to himself, why the hell am i with someone like her?
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 23, 2010 1:40:04 GMT
The amount of lights that surrounded Mckenzie was unreal, all flashing, rotating, doing as they were set to do, glowing bright reds, blues, greens and yellows. It made her want to pass out or something, it was amazingly bright outside, and it was around ten at night. The moon was adding to the brightness, though. It looked huge. Mckenzie's light blue eyes glittered as she looked around once more, seeing familiar faces, loved up couples, game stands, laughter... And there was no way anyone could miss the huge Ferris wheel, towering above everything. This was what it was always like at the New Year's Festival, though, so she didn't care much for it almost blinding her. Mckenzie was feeling more... Happy, at the moment, though. She always got that electric feeling going through her veins on New Year's Eve. Didn't everyone? Really, it quite an exciting time, the world was back to where it started again, it was going to do another 365 day long turn. It was a New Year. A New Year was always a mark for change, big or small.
Mckenzie was broken out of her reverie when she felt someone turn her around and place their hands on her hips. Being a little short, she had to look up at them. It was Brandon. They weren't officially dating, this was more of a deciding night whether they wanted to continue going this way about their relationship or not. He was a decent guy. Good looks, caring, and fairly gentle with her... But something was bringing her back away from him. He lost his temper easily, he became violent, and he had made serious mistakes in his past, and she knew all too well. There was something else, though... Something about them that just didn't feel right... But she couldn't place a finger on it, so she didn't think about it all too much. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck, and smiled at him. "So.. We've tried some of the games, so what do you wanna do now?" She asked him with a light, easy smile. He smiled back at her as she moved a part of his light brown hair aside, so it showed his soft chocolate eyes more. "Oh, I don't know," He replied to her, in his smoothest tone of voice, "is there anything you have in mind?"
Mckenzie just shook her head and looked away from him, turning her attention to the dark sea, that looked wonderful in the day, but at night... It just looked like it wanted to take you in, swallow you up and hide you forever. She almost winced at the thought, but said what she was thinking to Brandon anyway. "We've got about two hours 'til the fireworks, do you wanna go sit over there on the end of the pier for a little while?" He followed her gaze, but then he looked a little fed up, but he agreed anyway. She slipped her gloved hand into his as they made their way to the end. For a while, they just sat their and talked, Mckenzie kept her eyes fixed on the water that splashed up the side of the pier's wooden pillars, wondering, just wondering what it would feel like to jump in and be taken under, just for a little while...
"Do you want to do something else now?" Brandon finally asked, clearly bored as hell. Mckenzie winced a little, hating the fact that her date was beginning to find her a little boring. She looked away from him into the seemingly never-ending distance. "N- Okay, whatever." She began to help herself up, but ended up being pulled up rather harshly by Brandon. She felt her defensive side build up more, "Chill out, dude, were not exactly going anywhere." For a moment Mckenzie had no idea whether she was referring to movement or their relationship. He sighed bitterly and began walking again, without her. "Keep up, Kenzi." He growled at her. The corner of the senior's mouth twitched as she pulled her long shirt down a little more, and slowly followed on behind him. Purposely going slow. She wouldn't let anyone tell her what to do. If she wouldn't let Blake order her around, who could, apart from herself?
Brandon turned on her after he noticed the was deliberately falling behind, he stormed back to her, grabbing her wrist in the most painful, crushing grip, and dragged her without caring about her lack of comfort. She didn't complain, she didn't make a sound, she didn't cry, even though she wanted to. She couldn't describe the pain. Soon enough, he'd cut the blood supply off from her arm to her hand. She was unable to move it at all, even when she focused her whole mind on it. Brandon dragged her along to a quieter spot out of everyone else's way before letting her go. Mckenzie's living hand immediately flew to the aid of her dead one. The red marks on her wrist could prove to anyone she was being hurt, but it was clear her date wasn't going to let her go. The night was suddenly spiraling into darkness for her. It just seemed to get worse and worse. In fact, she was beginning to wish she had jumped into the sea when she felt the random urge to do so. It was better than this, was it not? She wouldn't be in as much pain, that was definite.
As Brandon began to cuss her out, and lecture her, she let herself tune out the sound and look around. Two people caught her eye, and she recognised one of them straight away. Blake. And who was he with? It looked like a girl... Who was trying to rape him or something. She pulled a face, quickly flicking her eyes back to Brandon for a second, to check he hadn't noticed she wasn't listening yet, and then moved her eyes back to Blake. He might, or might not have been able to see the worried look on her face, but she just stared in his direction until he'd make eye contact with her. she needed to get herself out of this somehow. Why she was looking at Blake was a mystery to her. What would he do? Most likely nothing. He didn't give a fuck about her or what she did, or what even happened in her life. Mckenzie also didn't get why his date... Or girlfriend irritated her so much, either. Everything made no sense.
"Why are you looking over there?" Brandon demanded, spinning her around and shaking her like she was some kind of doll, "Oh, who is that, Kenzi?" His question was rhetorical, so Mckenzie remained silent. "Maybe we should go somewhere else, out of sight from everyone." She felt his crushing grip on the same wrist again as he dragged her away once more, so far the music seemed to get quieter and quieter with each step. "Brandon." Mckenzie took a deep breath, bringing all her confidence together again. He shot her a warning look with a note tied to daggers to tell her to shut up, but she continued anyway, refusing to be afraid of him, "I'm not your girlfriend, you don't own me in any way, shape or form. Let me go." She felt him release his grip, but he threw her aside in the process, but she managed to stay on her feet. "I'll do what I want." He said simply, obviously furious. Then before she could react, he'd already whacked her across the face. No shame crossed his enraged features. He didn't care he'd hurt her. He didn't care about the fact that he'd hit her so hard her vision had blurred. She didn't know what to do. "Oh god..." She whispered shakily, pressing her hand to her reddening cheek.
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TAGS !? blake hamann.
MUSE !? too epic for this post.
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Post by blake hamann on Dec 23, 2010 2:02:29 GMT
IF YOU COULD BE MY PUNK ROCK PRINCESS<<
i would be your garage band king
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- not even a minute after caitlyn had tried to feel him up, the girl was talking on and on about how much she 'loved him' for winning her her beloved pink teddy bear. she rambled continuously, obviously trying to butter blake up and get on his good side so she could get what she wanted and had previously been denied. blake was pretty much ignoring her, though, not exactly paying attention to a single word that came past her lipgloss-covered lips. he did twitch, though, just from the sound alone of the girl's highpitched, squeaky voice. really, it was probably the thing that he hated the most about his girlfriend (and to be quite honest, he hated a lot of things about her). it made his skin skin crawl and goosebumps appear on his arms - though, it could be argued that that was because of the freezing air outside. after all, it was the end of december and blake was only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a thin cotton t-shirt. yeah, sometimes he didn't think things through, such as how appropriate a certain outfit was for the weather outside. as far as he was concerned, the only thing that mattered was how an outfit looked, not how warm it kept him.
"blakey! come on, gosh, you're so slow tonight!" his girlfriend cut off his mental clothes rant, and blake's eyes snapped back to her face. again, he cringed at her terrible makeup. she'd really be a lot prettier without any of it, in his opinion. "let's go play another game, okay? i want another stuffed animal. i want that polar bear one, down there on that game!" with that, she pointed in the direction of said game, where a large blue polar bear was clearly displayed as the biggest prize one could win. blake's gaze followed her pointer finger and he sighed in relief when he saw that the game to play was a basketball one. if there was any sport that blake was fairly good at, it was sure as hell basketball. he was a beast at it, so he'd always said. in a slightly better mood -considering he'd get to shoot some hoops for a minute- blake looked back at caitlyn and nodded his head, saying that he would go and win her the stuffed animal if she really wanted it. earning a squeal in reply from the brunette, the boy had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. really, there were some girls that could pull of the squeal-squeak-and-act-like-a-five-year-old thing and still be adorable, but caitlyn definitely wasn't one of them. in fact, that only girl blake ever had known who could pull that off really well if she ever wanted to was mcke--
that's when he saw her. his gaze had shifted the tiniest bit and he'd looked over caitlyn's shoulder. it was weird that he'd noticed so quickly, but after he saw them her he couldn't look away. truth be told, blake hadn't spoken to mckenzie in a little while; he'd figured he'd pissed her off so badly at the dance that he should give her some time to cool off. but there she was, in the flesh, looking as hot as ever with her blond hair and her black-and-white outfit. but there was something off about her.. something definitely wasn't right. blake could sense that from her body language the second he first laid eyes on her. she seemed tense or.. scared? freaked out? blake couldn't exactly tell.. but then he noticed something else; she was looking directly at him. and then he was absolutely certain that mckenzie was frightened or concerned or something - he could read it in her facial expression.
green eyes drifting to the side a little, blake saw that she was with some brown-headed guy that he didn't recognize. blake tilted his head slightly, causing his bangs to fall into his face. he swiftly swiped them out of the way, squinting over and the blond girl and her.. boyfriend? the raven-haired boy wrinkled his nose in distaste at the term, not even noticing as his own girlfriend started to ask him what was the matter.
but then the guy was pulling mckenzie away, so far into the unlit area of the pier that blake couldn't see either of them. getting an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the boy suddenly decided to follow after them to see what they were up to. he cringed when the image of the pair making out appeared in his mind - ugh, that was one thing he did not want to follow after them to see.
mckenzie's blond hair really stood out against the night, so it was easy to see them again once he got closer. for a second, it just seemed like the guy was talking to mckenzie or something. but, oh no, blake realized how wrong that assumption was only moments later. the guy threw mckenzie around, almost making her fall to the ground. she'd managed to stay on her feet though, and blake breathed a sigh of relief. that is, until the unfamiliar guy hit his mckenzie in the fucking face. without a second thought about what he was doing, blake screeched, "what the fucking hell?!" and ran over to the two. as soon as he reached them, he shoved the guy backwards, rage obviously burning in his eyes. "what the hell is your fucking problem, man?!"
blake was so pissed off, he didn't even notice when caitlyn ran up behind him, trying to grab at his arms to stop him from shoving the other guy again.
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 23, 2010 16:54:53 GMT
When Blake caught her eye, Mckenzie felt something light up inside of her, but her expression didn't change. It was like Brandon and Blake's girlfriend didn't exist to her as she stared at the guy she'd recently fought with at the Christmas Dance. She wished she could just call out to him to tell him to take her away, but even though her lips parted, no word or sound escaped. For a moment, he looked generally concerned, which made Mckenzie want to smile, but then, even though she was a little far away, she noticed his nose wrinkle in some kind of disgust or something. Mckenzie had yet again gotten her hopes up too high, and she felt kind of torn up. Accidentally, that look of shock and sadness took over her frightened side for a moment, and then she was being pulled away by Brandon. Mckenzie wouldn't allow herself to look back. She repeatedly told herself she didn't care. It was no use. She felt betrayed, which was confusing her a lot, because Blake had nothing to betray with her. They weren't together, they weren't even friends. Enemies, if anything at all. All they ever did was get at each other's throats. That's who they were.
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Dazed, Mckenzie lowered herself down to stop herself from completely falling. She was dizzy, she almost felt like she was drunk, or insane. The ground was dry below her, and clear of snow that there had been small showers of over the past couple of days. She looked up at Brandon from where she was sitting, and he looked as if he was going to hit her again. Mckenzie closed her eyes and prepared for the worst, but a screech from an all too familiar voice stopped everything, and so she slowly opened her blue eyes again. What the fucking hell?! Is what the words were though the screech. She turned her head to look at Blake, palm still pressed to her face, where she had been hit only seconds before. He'd followed... He'd actually followed her. Mckenzie had no idea what to say... Or think, even. Blake cared?
He'd run out and pushed Brandon, shouting again, asking what his problem was. Brandon had pushed him, saying: "This does not concern you, get away from here!" Mckenzie moved her eyes again, trying not to move them too quickly, or she'd end up giving herself a headache or something. She caught sight of the small girl she'd seen with Blake a little while earlier, with her orange face and messed up make up. The girl who looked like she was trying to get in his pants or something. Her eye twitched again at the thought. She wondered how drunk Blake had been to say he'd go out with a girl like her. They seemed like two very different people. Something wasn't right. So anyway, she'd noticed the girl run up behind Blake, trying to stop him from pushing Brandon again. Why? If it were Mckenzie, she'd be telling Blake to beat the shit outta him. Knock him dead.
Soon after she noticed that Brandon had frozen where he was, looking at the girl behind Blake. "Caitlyn?" He looked confused. Mckenzie's rolled her eyes and pulled a face that said 'what the fuck is this, it looks like some idiot drama show on t.v'. She had no idea what was going on, but she had finally recovered from her dizzy state, so she decided to push herself up from the ground. "Okay, fuck this, I'm off to Narnia." .. Where the fuck that had come from, Mckenzie had no idea whatsoever. She turned her eyes to Brandon, who was looking at her now in the way he had when he first asked her out at the Christmas Dance, after Blake and her had finished arguing. It was as if he'd forgotten the whole situation, but then when he looked at Blake again, everything flooded back to him. "I said: Go the fuck away, emo boy. Caitlyn, I thought you could do better than him, silly bitch." He shook his head. Mckenzie pitched in, "Brandon, shut the fuck up. No one wants to listen to you."
Realising she'd made a big mistake the second after the words were out, Brandon did what he'd done before, and threw her to the side again. But this time it was different. Worse. He threw her almost over the edge of the end of the pier. Almost. His strength had been weakened since he'd had to pull her around him. Mckenzie hadn't managed to stay on her feet this time, and ended up falling, rolling over a little, until she was on her stomach. Here eyes widened in fear as she noticed her arm was over the edge. She stared down at the sea, fear rising inside of her even though she knew she wouldn't roll over the edge unless her forced herself to, or someone pushed her. Looking back, she saw Brandon push Blake again, but harder than he had before. "Unless you wanna end up dead in the sea, emo boy, I suggest you get the fuck away from here now."
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TAGS !? blake hamann.
MUSE !? great. but i had to rush this. dkfjseg
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Post by blake hamann on Dec 30, 2010 21:52:27 GMT
IF YOU COULD BE MY PUNK ROCK PRINCESS<<
i would be your garage band king
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- as soon as the other guy pushed him back, blake's jaw clenched and his nostrils flared in anger. no one ever fucking shoved him like that - blake didn't give a damn who they were. he was not the type to get pushed around or stepped on, ever. his anger and resentment to the brown-headed guy was only doubled because blake had seen him hit mckenzie as well. now, blake was the farthest thing from a saint, to be quite honest. but if there was one thing he fucking hated with all of his guts, it was physical abuse towards a girl like that. hitting a girl was just something you were not supposed to do, no matter what the hell was going on, as far as he was concerned. and when the guy had his his mckenzie, of all people, it made a monster come to life within the black-haired boy. and oh, it sure as hell did concern him; if mckenzie was getting hurt like that, then it was definitely blake's business. just as the senior took a step forward and raised his clenched fist, he felt a small hand wrap around his arm, attempting to stop him from punching the other guy right in the nose. chancing a look back at whoever was doing so, blake saw his girlfriend staring at him, her wide eyes pleading. blake gritted his teeth together, trying to figure out why she didn't want him to destroy the other guy. then he figured, oh yeah, she couldn't have her perfect boyfriend bruised or whatever from fighting another guy. biting back a nasty comment to caitlyn -which blake actually had to do multiple times a day whenever he was with her- he sighed heavily and dropped his arm to his side.
it was then that blake heard someone else speak, "caitlyn?", causing him to turn back to face the brunette boy. blake squinted his eyes at the guy, his brow wrinkling in confusion. how the hell did he know caitlyn's name? was he some kind of stalker or something? or were they old friends.. or enemies.. maybe cousins? no, blake decided, quickly glancing back at the girl in question for a moment. they definitely weren't related. how the hell did that guy know who caitlyn was, then? he turned his green eyes back to his girlfriend, silently asking her the questions that had been whirling through his mind. the brown-haired girl wouldn't meet his gaze though; her eyes were instead glued to the ground. she'd released his arm a minute before and was now fiddling with her thumbs and biting on her lip. something was definitely up, blake could tell. something was off.
his quizzical expression momentarily vanished when he heard someone else speak, a voice he knew all too well: "okay, fuck this, i'm off to narnia." if the situation had been different and much less tense, blake probably would have cracked a smile or even chuckled - but here, he didn't. he turned to face mckenzie, reaching out a hand to her to help her up, but dropped the arm back to his side when he saw that she had already stood up by herself. he gulped, his throat suddenly dry, about to ask her if she was okay and what the hell was going on. he didn't get the chance to, because the drone of the other boy's voice piped up again, making blake want to roll his eyes. "emo boy? really? that's the best insult that your peanut-sized, uneducated brain can come up with, i suppose. but seriously, how the hell do you know my girlfriend's name, and what makes you think you have the right to push or--"
before blake knew exactly what was happening, the douche had thrown mckenzie to the side again. for a second, blake thought she was going to fall off the pier and down into the churning water below. "no!" blake screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide in fright. but then he saw her stop rolling right at the edge of the pier, one of her arms dangling over the side. a huge sigh of relief escaped his lips and he was sure he'd never been more grateful in his entire lifetime. before he could rush to the black-haired girl's aid, however, the other guy had pushed him again, making him stumble back a few steps. blake's jaw clenched again, his teeth grinding together as he reverted his gaze to said boy, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "no, he spat out, venom dripping from his every word. "i'm not fucking leaving. not without mckenzie with me. and he sure as hell wasn't. he'd fight this other dude until he could get mckenzie away from him - he didn't care how long it took. he wasn't going to leave her alone.
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Jan 2, 2011 21:36:58 GMT
If at that point, someone had walked up to Mckenzie and asked her what was going on, she would have no way of finding them an answer. The whole situation was so confusing, with Brandon and his mood swings, Blake, who had once hated her (from Mckenzie's eyes, anyway), was standing up for her now, and then a girl behind him who she didn't even know, but already hated just for being with Blake... She mentally slapped herself. She had to stop thinking about that, now. This whole thing, what Blake was doing, it was no big deal, he was just helping her out, right? Maybe he just didn't agree with what Brandon was doing. If he was flipping out now, God knows what he'd be like if it was his own girlfriend. ... Another thing that made Mckenzie feel like she had to stop thinking the way she was; he had a girlfriend. Someone she thought could never be his type in a million years, but things change, and people change. She could say that, couldn't she? But she still felt like something was terribly wrong.
As she helped herself up, not noticing that Blake was going to help her, she asked herself why Caitlyn, as Brandon had mentioned her name before, wasn't allowing her boyfriend to punch him. Mckenzie ran through the possibilities in her head, maybe they were old friends, or somewhat related.. It seemed possible, but when she looked at both of them, there was nothing that could possibly connect them at all in any of those ways. Maybe she hated violence. Maybe she hated Mckenzie? The senior blinked at her own thoughts. In her eyes, Caitlyn didn't seem to mind when she got hit by Brandon. Mckenzie didn't even know the girl, so why would she hate her so much that she'd like to see Mckenzie being thrown around? Somehow, she didn't believe that that was the reason, either. It was... Something else... Something...
The answer hit Mckenzie like lightning, and her eyes shot between them at the realisation. Blake didn't have a clue, did he? Somehow, she knew that he was blind to these sort of situations. Blake didn't seem to think about what he was doing, ever. He just did it, and he'd take the consequences. She knew all too well that he just didn't care. He didn't even laugh when she tried to joke around, to break the tension a little bit. Did that mean he was serious..?
Brandon's insults weren't that great. He wasn't intelligent enough to come up with answers that would catch his opponent off guard. That made the blonde senior feel embarrassed for the pair of them. It wasn't that she wanted Brandon to win against Blake, hell no, not any more. She just felt like an idiot for giving him a chance in the first place. If she would have just said no, she wouldn't be in this mess now, she could be somewhere else, with someone else. Maybe. "Say that again, I dare you." Brandon had replied, his voice sour, Mckenzie felt her heart sink for some reason when Blake had said 'my girlfriend'. She mentally hit herself, again. She had to stop thinking this! "You want to know how I know her?" Brandon's eyes flicked to Caitlyn. "Because we used to--"
That's where Mckenzie had cut in, breaking him off, resulting in her being thrown to the edge of the pier. She heard Blake scream the word 'no', and if the situation had not been as bad, she probably would've smiled. She stayed where she was, frozen, staring down at the water with wide blue eyes. Just staring at the black liquid began to create a small fear of deep water. Mckenzie wasn't a strong swimmer, if she had fallen, it was almost certain she'd drown. As some of the sea splashed up, as a result of a falling wave, she jerked her hand back as the tiniest bit of it touched her hand. She was just thinking, over and over, 'I could've been taken under by now.'
She rolled onto her back, away from the edge, still recovering from the shock. She just stayed and listened to what everyone else was saying, deciding it was probably best if she just kept quiet now, and stopped trying to defend herself. She could hear every word, some of it made her feel better, some of it just irritated her, like nails across a blackboard. "Aww, really?" Brandon was trying his best to get on Blake's nerves, "I'm sorry, I can't allow that, you have your precious Caitlyn now. Do you love her, too? I didn't know you were such a manwhore. I thought you'd be better than that." Mckenzie looked over to them now, her facial expression moving into a 'you have no idea what you're talking about' look. Brandon was asking for it. Mckenzie guessed Blake wouldn't let Caitlyn hold him down for much longer.
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WORDS !? 830
TAGS !? blake hamann.
MUSE !? good enough.
LYRICS !? reverie -- megan mccauley
LISTENING TO !? liar -- emilie autumn
OUTFIT !? click plz.
NOTES !? this be brandon.
CREDIT !? this template was made by me, mia. please don't steal or i'll have to eat your eyes out with a spork. :]
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