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winnie barton
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SHE'S A TOP DOG OF LONGLEAF !
crush: roper tags: everyone at longleaf's party
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winnie envied her brother. as much as she loved living in longleaf
with beth and karlie, having the freedom she never had back home,
the parties got to be a little too much for her. overwhelming. but
winnie had always been a follower and well, she never made any
decisions for herself without the knowledge that most others were
doing it as well. she'd never had the guts to gather her stuff and leave, to decline the drinks, to tell the guy no. she was a gutless coward
as much as she played off that she was brave. her flirty aura? an act. she was terrified. terrified of her dad, terrified she was losing
contact with her brother because of the stupid household differences, and terrified of being the black sheep, standing all alone when she finally
doesn't feel like being a follower anymore. winnie tipped another one back, the shiny glass, cleaned by the most expensive dishwasher,
glistening from the overhead lamps' rays. she only drank out of wine glasses. from moonshine to red wine, she'd take the solo cup but pour
the liquid straight into her glass. she was picky about the oddest things. like her food could be terrible but as long as it was presented
to her in an elegant manner she wouldn't think twice about it.
winnie smoothed her dress down her thighs and slipped on her cream, plain heels. she's had enough to drink sitting there alone in her room and
maybe if her conscious wasn't as drunk as she was right now it would be screaming at her to stay up in her room, that she didn't need more. but
when would she even listen anyways? she wasn't staggering over, having trouble standing, but she was happy. excessively happy. she weaved her
way through the bodies crowding the downstairs, dancing along to the familiar and unfamiliar faces as she went along. before long she had found
herself outside, in the front lawn. more guzzled down her throat the further down the grassy hill she walked. she kicked off her heels once
she felt the pebbly sand squish between her fresh tipped toes. her golden brunette curls draped off her shoulders, brushing her bare back
as it swayed with every uneasy step through the cold sand. the moon's reflection shone upon the lake's glassy surface. winnie groaned,
throwing her hands up and punching the air in front of her in disguist. "it's lik-" she paused to swallow the last bit of the tequila. "it's like out of a
freaking movie! dam it!" she yelled with such passion at no one. and she must have realized this for she then threw herself down
onto the sand and tossed her empty wine glass aside from her. she huffed, gathering her dress and smoothing it down her body once more as
if she'd just been seated at another one of her father's fancy dinner parties to impress the shmucks he was about to con out of their retirement
fund, that arse hole. her high was sinking quite quickly. the water works came on instantly, as if they were on a timer like sprinklers. she
kicked the sand in front of her like a child demanding the toy be bought, though her attempt to take out her rage and distress on the sand failed
miserably when it sprayed like a fountain backwards and onto her lap. "no..." her wide, hazel eyes began as a waterfall, the source for the
stream making its way down her cheeks. her lower lip wobbled as she moaned, "that's right dad! daddio! i cant do anything freaking right." she'd
always been the drunk to ruin the fun with her tears. every. single. time.
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HE'S A TOP DOG OF DAYSFIELD !
crush: bethany tags: bethany, braeden
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his patience was thinning quickly. "im going to see my sister, genius.
open the dam door." rowan tried for a second time to get passed the
blonde haired jock who's head was more than likely filled with
nothing but his own ego. he was stopped however, yet again,
by the arm blocking his path. rowan locked his hazel eyes on the
face in front of him, fists clenching at his sides at the sly grin pasted upon the blonde's face. "seriously dude? what are you, a chalet body
guard?" rowan pushed down the arm and slid past into the doorway, instantly regretting his decision to go see if his sister wanted
to ditch this party, maybe go get a bite to eat down at the club. they hadn't talked for a while, a whole week actually. it felt strange to him
considering they had been each other's rock back home, inseperable. but now he was swarmed by a bunch of sweaty, beer tainted bodies all
swaying along with one another. rowan's eyebrows furrowed together, looking at a couple across the room. was that even dancing? he shook his
head, dismissing the wretched image from his brain as well as his urge for flight, retreat and abandoning all plans. he turned to go back but
his eyes met the condescending glare of the blonde and his body went rigid. pride swelled in his chest; after all the arguing he couldn't
just leave now with pea brain watching him so carefully. with a groan he turned around and began to push through the bodies, trying to get
to an open space in the house.
his heart sunk. he'd wished he hadn't been listening so hard for the sound of winnie's voice because then he'd heard the voice of yet another,
one oh, so familiarized and recognizable. bethany marx. his eyes rested on her. as she walked over to braeden. as she handed a drink to
braeden. as she smiled at braeden. he felt sick. sick with rage. for the second time tonight, his hands balled up into fists. and he spoke
before he could have any chance of thinking through his words. "bethany!" he had no control over the words that passed
his lips and he instantly regretted them as soon as they came out of his mouth. that was the difference between him and his father: they both
constantly said things they hadn't meant to say but rowan actually regretted them afterwards and didn't just shrug them off and ignore the
effects of his words. he made eye contact with the beautiful brunette girl and instinctively turned, ducking back the swaying bodies once more
and out the front door, ignoring the comment of the blonde, wanna-be body guard that he was "leaving too soon". his urge to flight, abandon
all original plans had kicked in and taken over. he was exactly like his father, abandoning plans and promises and fleeing the scene of the crime.