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Post by Tamara George on Aug 8, 2011 17:10:00 GMT -5
"Thank you, I think Tam's a pretty damn good name too," She laughed pleasantly, opening her mouth to say something else when she heard what Bear had to say and her gaze promptly flattened, exasperation following soon after although her mind gave a momentary pause, jumping for joy and flooding with euphoria. He was jealous. Bear. Was. Jealous.
"Well I don't mind, if he's especially good, he'll be laying more than just his eyes on me by this afternoon," She said, her tone light and breezy, sending Ryan a cheeky smirk. "And you have no reason to be moody, don't make me call in the b...I mean...no she is a bitch, let's not pretend...and in all honesty right now she's the last person I want to see..."
She wrinkled her nose slightly. She didn't think she'd ever loathed anyone quite like she did Becca.
"Either way, stop being so miserable," She said shortly. She turned her attention back to Ryan after that, flirting quite happily and probably enjoying herself more than she had done in ages. When he said he wanted to go though, she paused slightly, glancing over at Bear before giving a sigh.
"I should probably baby sit...but I'm having a party down at my place, you're welcome to come...we can always go somewhere..." She smirked.
OOC: I can't bloody post!! It was an awful post and I'm so sorry x.x
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Post by Ryan Anderson on Aug 9, 2011 4:07:21 GMT -5
Ryan watched Tamara, lust in his eyes. Oh how he was being seduced by just looking at Tamara. He watched as her gaze flattened before livening up with joy. She was getting joy from getting this guy Jealous. Hell, it gave Ryan joy too.
"Ah, I think you'll the one that will be laying down," He replied back to her, and chuckled as she rambled about someone. And he actually found it cute about the way she crinkled her nose. Though he didn't like her answer to not wanting to leave.
"Babysit? This dude. Awhhh does some one still need to be baby sat?"Ryan said in a baby tone to Bear before breaking out into laughter. When his little fit of giggles was over he heard something about throwing a party.
A party? He hadn't been to a party in ages.
"That would be fun to go to a party."
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Post by Bear Keeni on Aug 9, 2011 6:11:09 GMT -5
I shuddered at the thought of that blondie getting with Tam. Judging from Tam's relationship past, I doubt they would last very long. Hell, Tam and I hardly lasted at all. All we were in it for was the sex.
As soon as I heard Tam say "don't make me call the b--," I knew exactly who she meant. That jealousy I had had earlier quickly soured to burning hatred. I narrowed my dark eyes at Tam, obviously not amused. "Don't you fucking dare call Becca a bitch." I growled, my jaw setting tightly. I did not have the patience to deal with that blonde fuck stick sitting next to her. "The only reason you think she's a bitch is because I like her more than I like you. The only reason she didn't like you in the first place was because I really fucked up by cheating on her with you when her brother was nearly dying of cancer. But then, Tamara, you had to go and be a bitch by fighting with her." I was pissed. I was severely pissed. I wanted to snap at them both for even mentioning the babysitting part, but I was too wound up about her calling Becca a bitch when she wasn't even here to defend herself.
((Quick post before band camp. D: It's awful, though it gets the message across. xD ))
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Post by Tamara George on Aug 9, 2011 10:27:28 GMT -5
Tam gave a snort before giving a laugh.
"Possibly..." She smirked cheekily when her attention was snatched back by Bear, looking at him for a moment before giving a scoff. "Don't flatter yourself. Becca is a bitch. You're the one who brought me into this so it's not my bloody fault. Believe it or not, she's not a bloody saint and she deserves everything she fucking gets," Tam snapped angrily, feeling the same old anger firing up inside her, the sting from the memory of those words that had pushed her over the edge seeming to ring in her ears. She didn't give a damn who was there or even really what they thought.
OOC: xDDD Tam in my ear: 'let me throw a plate at him! Please!!' xDD
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Post by Bear Keeni on Aug 9, 2011 13:11:10 GMT -5
"The only reason she's a bitch to you is because you're a bitch to her. All she's doing is returning the favor." I retorted hotly, beginning to lean forward against the table as I grew angrier. "I brought her into this whole shit hole. It was me. She does not deserve anything that's happened to her." Obviously I wasn't taking a liking to how she kept bashing on Becca. It's obvious that I love Becca, but even then Tam continued to pick at her right in front of me. If she didn't stop, I was going to stab a fork into her hand. Hmm... I'd actually like to do that to what's-his-face Anderson, too. "If Rebecca deserved all that, then you deserved what you got when that one dip shit you were crazy about dumped you off to his friends to be their little play toy." Maybe it was a low blow, but hell if I cared. She chose to diss Becca, I was going to diss Tam right back.
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Post by Tamara George on Aug 9, 2011 13:41:17 GMT -5
"I'm a bitch to her because she's a bitch to me!" Tam snapped loudly, dropping her knife and fork and fixing Bear with a hard glare.
"I don't give a bloody..." She began when she was cut off as he spoke over her, her words lost as his words slowly sank in, trickling into her her consciousness and thoughts as she just sat there, blinking before her gaze slowly slid down to her plate, her cheeks burning as she felt a strange cocktail of shame and embarrassment take over before she paused, her mind slowly ticking over before everything was replaced by rage, a burning all consuming rage, her gaze snapping up to Bear before she shot to her feet.
"You know what Bear, see that there is the problem," She hissed, leaning over the table towards him, her eyes blazing.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN TO KEEP A FUCKING SOCK ON IT!" She yelled.
"IF I DESERVE EVERYTHING I GOT, YOU SHOULD GET EVERYTHING YOUR MOTHER SENT AT YOU 10 FOLD!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?! HOW DOES THAT BLOODY WELL MAKE YOU FEEL?! YOU LOW DOWN, IDIOTIC, ARROGANT...BASTARD!!" She bellowed, her fingers wrapping around her glass before she chucked the contents at him before chucking down the glass, ignoring how it cracked into 2 pieces.
"And you know what I'm bloody well glad I didn't get stuck with you too!!" She said, her voice splitting ever so slightly as a small lump formed in her throat.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Aug 9, 2011 14:54:07 GMT -5
It satisfied me when she looked down, looking to me as if she had been defeated. A smirk drew across my face, but it turned into a stern glare as soon as she whipped her head back up to yell again.
"Thank you for stating the obvious, dumb ass." I grumbled, rolling my eyes and waving my hand as if it were the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And it was, partially. But as soon as I heard what she was using against me, I was ready to use everything I could against her now. But as I went to speak, she threw her glass of whatever it was on me, drenching nearly my whole front. In a fit of rage, I stood up as quick as I could and then swung out my hand at her, trying to slap her as hard as I could. "At least I wasn't stupid enough to run right into that shit! Unlike you!"
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Post by Tamara George on Aug 9, 2011 16:43:44 GMT -5
Bear's hand struck her cheek unexpectedly, throwing her slightly off balance, partly with the sheer surprise of it. Not even his words seemed to quite penetrate the haze that caused, she knew it'd be something harsh and pentrating but that was the only thing she could really concentrate on. She hadn't ever, throughout everything, ever thought that Bear'd ever hit her. Despite what everyone said she somehow found it difficult to fit with the same person she knew and had loved.
Her hand moved up to her burning cheek before she clenched her jaw, her expression hard and inscrutable as her eyes shot daggers before she grabbed her bag.
"I'll see you around," She shot at Ryan, perhaps more calmly then she thought she'd ever be able to manage before she turned and stormed out in a swirl of long golden blonde hair and the type of fury in her heart that probably matched the type of rages her mother was famous for...other than the whole sex, beauty and love thing.
After all hatred was as strong a passion as any other..
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