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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 7, 2008 16:03:22 GMT -5
Blythe had to stuff her face with something, and there was nothing at the dorm, and she didn't want to be around anyone. So, the best place for her to go and get something to eat without going to a restaurant alone and looking stupid considering she was one of the populars, and practically never ate alone, she went to Destination: Chocolate.
The reason for this destination: her dad didn't call last night, and he always did what he said he would. Therefore, her emotions ran wild and she couldn't control her bolemia.
So, stuff your face and throw it all up after. Yeah, that was really Blythe's plan...
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 7, 2008 16:21:08 GMT -5
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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 7, 2008 16:30:08 GMT -5
Blythe had grabbed one of the baskets kept near the door, and had begun to walk up and down the aisles, picking up a whole bunch of items that she liked. If anyone saw what she was doing,t hey would think that there were quite a few others she was buying chocolate for, but in truth, there weren't, just her.
She looked up from the shelf just as she grabbed a package of chocolate covered marshmallows, and saw some guy looking at her. He was far from anyone she would ever talk to, in any circumstances, unless family or something. Is there something you want? Blythe asked him, eyeing him kind of rudely.
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 7, 2008 16:38:10 GMT -5
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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 7, 2008 18:20:02 GMT -5
Someone like her? What the hell did that mean?! So, she walked up to him, as he began to walk up to the counter. She really couldn't control herself, her emotions running wild and fierce thanks to her dad. Excuse me? What the hell does that mean? Someone like me? And how do you know how I am. You don't even know me! So before you go and just make assumptions, don't open your mouth. Blythe said to him, the look on her face showing the bitch she really could be.
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 8, 2008 17:04:52 GMT -5
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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 10, 2008 19:22:01 GMT -5
Blythe seriously wanted to slap him in the face for that. It wasn't completely uncalled for, she was being the Queen B she was known for, and he was just retalliating. Sure, bow down to me all you want. Because everyone knows that I am the queen around here. Blythe said, smirking at him. And you better be sorry. Blythe said, being half sarcastic, half serious, and maintaining that smirk.
If he wanted to be an ass to her, she could be the bitch he knew she was. She didn't care either. One, she was above him by far so that gave her the right to say what ever she wanted to him, in her mind that was correct.. And two, she was in a really bad mood. Her dad had not only not called her, but when she had tried to call him, he wouldn't pick up.
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 11, 2008 16:26:05 GMT -5
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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 15, 2008 15:02:54 GMT -5
Blythe was completely appalled at this. Did she look like a slut at all? No. In fact, she was quite far from being one at all. Um, excuse me? Do I look anything like a slut to you? Or are you just lacking in creativity that much? Blythe asked, him, he brows furrowed slightly, as she advanced on him once again.
Whoever this guy was, he wasn't the nicest guy, and it was obvious that he was a sinner. But in her mind, by the time she was finished with him, and no, it wouldn't be today, but over time, he'd be a loner. A nobody, even more so than he already was. because, he was messing with the wrong person, that's all there was to it.
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 15, 2008 19:16:17 GMT -5
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Post by Blythe Willams on Sept 19, 2008 8:45:23 GMT -5
Blythe was furious now. She didn't have to fit the part to have the title?! Wow, he was an ass, that was for sure. She was far from being a slut at all. But obviously he just couldn't find anything better to call her, than calling her a slut. Because, as anyone who knew her knew she was far from being one. Oh wow, you know my secret! Blythe said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She let out a small chuckle when he asked why she wasn't picking a fight with someone who wasn't taller than her and who was in her realm. Oh, because if you look around, you're the only one here other than the store clerk. So it's much easier for me to pick a fight with you. And because I'm not afraid of picking fights with those taller than I am. But you are right with one thing. I'm not sure why I'm wasting my time on you. I'm sure that you're worth no one's time. Not even those of who you call friends or family. Bylthe said, raising her eyebrow, awaiting his reply.
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Post by Jaysin Rogers on Sept 19, 2008 15:30:01 GMT -5
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