Not Putting Up With It Anymore {Closed}
Feb 16, 2011 13:28:54 GMT -5
Post by Kyle Quinn on Feb 16, 2011 13:28:54 GMT -5
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Kyle really had had enough of it. At this point, he didn't even give a damn anymore about the fact that Cheyenne was so intent on, not avoiding him no, but trying to piss him off or torture him or whatever the hell was her plan by throwing herself at that stupid jackass' neck whenever he accidentally walked by. Her little game hadn't been working as well in the past week, because he'd taken to spending a lot more time in the creative writing rooms, even at lunch time, which was turning out to be a lot more peaceful and relaxing than eating in the cafeteria anyway, and so he'd seen them for a total of maybe five minutes during the whole week, when she'd decided to give the word bitch a whole new meaning by shoving her tongue down Christian's throat on the locker right next to his own. And then with the addition of Carson's looks that every single day just clearly shouted 'I told you so, you stupid dumbass', even though he was at least classy enough not to say it out loud, the limits of his patience, which was not very large as it was, had been reached.
And so, as he walked over to Cheyenne's dorm room, he didn't care if he'd just end up fighting with her some more and earning himself another smack on the face, or if he'd finally be able to set things right in the very least, but one thing was sure, he wouldn't leave until he managed to put some sense in her head and get her to stop messing around. If she wanted to get herself another boyfriend, then so be it - yes, he liked her, and yes, he wanted to be with her, because in spite of it all, he missed her, but he wasn't in any right to forbid her from dating someone else, or even try to keep her from doing so, so she could just go and do whatever the hell she wanted. As long as she didn't do it with Christian Sanchez. He'd never thought apathy would be a turn on for Cheyenne, but if she could deal with it and not care, he surely had numerous issues and he'd been trying to avoid speaking out on them because he'd figured, if she wanted to date a guy who seemed to have no respect at all for her, considering the way he talked about their sex life, or whatever he wanted to call it, incessantly in the gym lockers, then so be it, but he wasn't gonna be putting up with this shit anymore, knocking at her door and waiting impatiently for her to open.
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