Sidetracked Practice {Owen}
Jan 24, 2009 18:42:20 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Graham on Jan 24, 2009 18:42:20 GMT -5
It couldn't exactly be said that Cassandra was in the best of mood as she made her way through the corridors of the boys' dorm building. Her purpose in being here was not one that'd lead her to getting any fun, which was already something quite aggravating in her opinion, and on top of it, it'd probably just cause some annoyance on her part. Being lead in the play with Owen had definitely not improved their relationship, that was to say the least, and she still couldn't stand him any more than she had on the first day. Though there was no denying he was a pretty good kisser, which she didn't want to notice but couldn't help it seeing as she was in a completely different state of mind when she entered her character, and Wendla sure as hell loved his kisses, she still would have rather not been stuck playing along with him. And then, whenever they pulled away and she came back to herself, the realization of who she'd been kissing hit twice as hard and it was just... not pleasing. At the same time, they hadn't really kissed yet, not in the way they'd need to for the play. It was usually just a short kiss, just to say they'd done it, and that was enough to near sicken her.
But practice they must, and that was the main reason as to why she was currently headed to the dorm room of a guy she didn't like at all. And then, the fact that she was forced to go to his room, and not the other way around, was even more frustrating, but his roommate was out, and hers had no plan of leaving any time soon. She didn't like having an audience when she practiced, so it'd been more logical to head over to his room rather than stay in hers, but still, she was annoyed for the principle of the thing. She kept folding and unfolding her text between her hands as she walked over to the second level of the building, grudgingly looking at the brass numbers on the doors until she stopped in front of the one marked '228'. Letting out an aggravated sigh, in spite of the fact that no one was there to hear her - it just made her feel better in some strange way - she gave two sharp knocks on the door, folding her arms and looking around the hall as she waited for him to answer the door. Slowly, she might add. Why was he even being slow, he knew she was coming over. Ugh, was there anything about him that didn't get on her nerves? Honestly.
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