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Post by Mark Daniels on Mar 13, 2013 4:35:06 GMT -5
"I am not kissing Ingrid." Mark snapped at Chelsea, he then stood up and decided it was time to give her a piece of his mind. Was she trying to just leave him friendless like her? The point of their relationship was to help her not him, he was already popular. She was too busy fucking sell-outs that couldn't amount to Mark and he was getting really tired of her stupid shit to be honest. Being popular and well-liked wasn't about just knowing the right people. Not at this school it wasn't because neither him nor Ginny had to pretend they were dating someone above them to get to where they were now.
"I'm done. See I thought you really were going to try and at least help yourself and take advantage of the opportunity I was supplying you with but you're probably too stupid to even notice it." Mark wasn't the nicest when he pushed this far. People seemed to forget that niceness was free but being spiteful was also free of charge. "I know you're a bitch and all but that doesn't excuse your dim-witted insults and remarks. You don't know how many times I wanted to slap the fuck out of you but I couldn't because first of all, I was taught better than that and second of all I wasn't going to give you the pleasure of acting like a victim. So I held it in, but then I realized, it made no difference if I was with you or not. No difference at all and I hope that one day you grow up and realize all the people you're hurting. But you're not hurting me, I could frankly careless about you." he said, a little softer with more venom to his words.
"And I know you feel the same but I just wanted to tell you first." Mark nodded before crossing his arms over his chest. He frankly hated word vomit and he was probably going to regret everything he had said to Chelsea later on in life but for them moment, he felt relieved.
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Post by Leonardo Wilkes on Mar 13, 2013 4:56:50 GMT -5
When Ingrid got up to puke, Leo rose an eyebrow. Was it because the thought of making out with a hamster disgusted her? He shrugged, obviously Mark wouldn't do it but he thought Chelsea found some sort of pleasure in incest because technically as he was told by Ingrid, Mark was like her brother, her father (even though she covered his eyes when there sex scenes in movies or even if the couple even so just kissed) and a great pet hamster.
However, Leonardo was astonished when Mark jumped up from his seat before he could even say a word. His astonishment grew when his now once again best friend began running his smart, ghetto as fuck mouth. This marshmallow tasted even better while hearing such beautiful accurate words come out of Mark.
When he finished, Leo clapped slowly. Chelsea had just gotten served with a side of roast beef.
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Post by James Gregory on Mar 14, 2013 2:26:45 GMT -5
Chelsea definitely did not expect that kind of a thing from Mark. Where did he get off acting all high and mighty? Did he forget that he had only been with her in the first place because the were having sex? How did he even manage to be slightly popular? "Helping me? It certainly sounded like I was helping you last night, Mark." She snapped with her arms crossed over her chest with a clear attitude. She didn't want him to think that he was going to win this.. Someone needed to take him down a notch or like ffty... thousand. What was he? The self appointed king? No, she wasn't going to tolerate any of that non-sense not from him or anyone else. She didn't care if he thought that she was a bitch after this because she knew that he didn't matter. She was going to be a big shot model when she graduated and her life would be wonderful. She would look back on these days and think of all of the little people who judged her for her sexuality.
"Let's talk... Without them." She looked in Leonardo and Ingrid's direction before refocusing on Tequila who was still in her lap at the moment. She didn't feel like moving her precious baby just so she could stand up and yell at Mark when she could just as easily do it sitting down. She wasn't really surprised when Ingrid pulled Leo onto his feet and led him off to 'look at the lake' with Milkshake. That kind of thing made her feel powerful actually and it probably wasn't a goo thing. Se managed to get Ingrid and Leonardo to leave despite the fact that they had very right to stay and watch the drama unfold in front of them of this doomed to fail relationship.
"What in the fuck was that, Mark? Why do you want to embarrass me in front of your stupid friends?" She was trying to manipulate him into believing that what he had done had somehow hurt her feelings. She didn't have feelings... She was just a monster.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 2:27:09 GMT -5
Ingrid honestly wanted to see how all of this played out but she assumed that it would be rude to just sit there and watch especially considering that Leonardo was probably going to clap if Mark told Chelsea off again which was probably going to happen since she was being kind of ridiculous right now with the whole kiss Ingrid dare. She dragged Leonardo to the lake with Milkshake walking slowly behind them on her harness. She didn't want to be a snoop! She gently lifted her tiny kitten up off of the ground before she couldn't get into the water and drown which would be very bad. She and Leonardo would eventually have children together, that was just a fact by this point and in the time being, Milkshake was their baby. She treated her no differently than she would a human child aside from the whole pottying in a litter box thing.
She even had sweaters and dresses for the kitten! It was treated so much like a human that she wouldn't be surprised if people thought that she believed it was one. "So babe... do you think that's the end of Mark and Chelsea?" How long had they even been dating? It couldn't have been more than a few days so it was kind of strange to think that it was already over although they were really only together because the parts fit. "I mean... Chelsea seems like this horrible big bad witch but I know that there's more to her deep deep down." Leave it to Ingrid to try and get sympathy for someone absolutely evil.
She was just that type of person.
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Post by Mark Daniels on Mar 15, 2013 1:40:41 GMT -5
A 'pff' escaped Mark's lips when Chelsea said she had been helping him last night. "You're not that good." he said sincerely. Probably she wasn't what he was looking for or maybe it was because he wasn't used to having sex with someone he had no feelings for. Except slight disgust. No, Mark did not believe he was some king or anything but he knew that he was worth more than who was standing before him. Chelsea needed to be aware of that and if she wasn't she must be up in clouds. He was going to make sure that she fell, crash landed and burned. No one ever messed with Mark's confidence.
When Chelsea decided that he was being too public about their dispute, he laughed - loud, actually. He sort of cackled, too. Since when was she decent? Mark thought Chelsea adored causing scenes since she had been flirting with Kat's boyfriend. He saw Kat during student government meetings. Such a shame, she was a really nice girl, too. He then turned on his heel to face her before tilting his head to the side. His smile was ironic when she asked him if he wanted to embarrass her in front of his wait - stupid friends?
"My friends are way smarter than you will ever be. And did it work? Are you embarrassed?" Mark asked her, as if he was concerned and gave one about her but he didn't. He then scratched his forehead as he looked to Tequila, "You're barking more than your dog." he stated rather simply.
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Post by Leonardo Wilkes on Mar 15, 2013 1:51:56 GMT -5
Leonardo would sure as hell keep clapping if Mark kept being such a smart-ass. He really missed that side of him. It was the side that made him want to be his friend in the first place. That was way back in the 2nd grade but after he lost weight, Leo guessed that his mega sassy ways went along with the fat he lost. Chelsea just didn't like being told up straight what she was. There were just some type of people and there were others. Oh well, whatever.
He then turned to Ingrid while he continued eating his roasted marshmallow. When she asked if he thought this was the end of Mark and Chelsea, he smiled softly and said, "I hope so." he nodded. He then looked to her, his face had this expression that question Ingrid if she was serious. "I hardly think that she has any remorse, or any shame or anything that decent people have. But, you could be right. Who knows?" Leonardo wasn't really one to talk. He had some things that made him rough but he didn't cheat on Ingrid nor did he help other people cheat. He didn't do anything bad, he was just all talk.
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