Letting the anger out {Elle}

[Andrew Preston]

Andrew was beyond pissed off as he walked along the school grounds, his hands shoved deep in his pockets while he glared at the ground, muttering swear words and insults under his breath. Seriously, who did she think she was? Some days like this he couldn't help but wonder what reason in the world had pushed him to even date her - it must have been way more than sex deprivation because honestly, she wasn't the only girl available on campus for him to fuck. Well, now he actually had it a bit harder to actually find a girl who was willing to hit it off with him, but back then it was as easy as anything. Then he'd had to get some brain damage and go screw around with Addison Blythe, which had shortened his list of possibilities by a lot of options. Truth be told, it was a while now since he'd gotten laid, well this summer had given him a few more choices than he actually had back here at the Academy, but it wasn't really enough for his teenager's hormones. He still had a couple of girls who didn't think so badly of him here, but it was definitely a very tiny list by now, and most of them weren't necessarily up for it either.

Right now though, he really had a strong urge to at least do something of the sort. Heck, it could even be some making out and groping at this post, he didn't care, as long as he could take his mind off of what had just happened, and this was always the best way of doing so for him. He didn't believe in all that shit about making love - maybe because he didn't believe in love, maybe not, but either way he didn't think it was possible that some crap that he didn't think existed would make it all better. It was sex, plain as that. Though, he had to admit to himself, if not to anybody else, that what had happened with Addison had somewhat changed his way of viewing the whole thing. At first he hadn't really cared about what she'd said about being a 'selfish lover' - if she wasn't satisfied, there was a shop just for that not too far away from here. It wasn't his problem that she wasn't getting off with him. But then, he'd found himself thinking on it a bit more the following time he'd had sex with girls, and it was somewhat more rewarding to give girls what they wanted and well, there were definitely some other kinds of sensations involved.

Just as he was wondering what he should do right now to get rid of all the frustrations - both sexual and from the anger he felt - he walked past the A.M.E. building and stopped in his track, looking at it thoughtfully for a few minutes. Was there anybody he could go see at that point? Thinking about it a bit more deeply, he frowned slightly and took his cell phone out of his pocket, checking if he had the dorm room number of the girl he had in mind at that moment. He could remember her giving it to him the previous year, but he wasn't sure if she had this year. None the less, there was a dorm room number under Elle McQueen's name in his contact list and he decided it was worth a try, even if it was last year's number. If he got the wrong door, he'd just leave as fast as possible in case the girl was a tale-teller. Making sure that there wasn't anybody at the reception desk, he quietly sneaked inside the place and walked up the stairs to reach the first level, walking through the corridors while searching the number that was written in his cell phone. When he finally got in front of the door marked with the number '178', he knocked, hoping Elle would be there, and her roommate wouldn't.

[Elle McQueen]

Elle had just taken a long relaxing shower and was feeling much better than she had earlier. Due to her good mood she was contemplating going out for a bit and so was planning on dressing up a little. On her bed was the chosen outfit, a short skirt she'd bought recently that was barely long enough to be considered decent with matching top and black cardigan. And of course, the jewellery. She dressed quickly and then sat at her desk applying make-up. She would obviously not go out without wearing make-up. From her vast collection she chose some purple liquid eyeliner that she loved and - conveniently - matched perfectly with the patterns on her skirt. After applying this she moved on to the other make-up - eye shimmer, mascara, lipstick and her favourite shiny lip gloss. Now, what to do with her hair? She'd dried it before applying her make-up and it didn't look too bad. Maybe she'd just leave it as it was...

When she was finally ready she wondered again where Abigail was, it was a little unlike her to spend that much time away from the dorm room. She was a nice girl, and Elle really like her, even if she did use up all of her wardrobe space. That was still proving to be a problem for Elle, she'd gotten quite a few of her clothes in to her wardrobe, with some of them in the pull-out drawers she'd bought for underneath her bed. Under her bed was also the many bags and shoes that she had... However, that wasn't everything. The clothes that she didn't wear very often were all still in a suitcase in the corner of the room. She'd have to think of something to do with them eventually...

Her desk was now clear of all make-up, it all having been shoved in to her bag. She was pretty much ready to leave now, if she could find her phone. Oh shit. Where was it? She'd probably end up calling someone and getting them to meet her. Or at least, she would, if she knew where the bloody thing was. Psh. What a mess. She looked all over her desk which, though it was clear of make-up was covered in sketches and colouring pencils. Nope, not there. Then she looked on her bed and found it between the gap of her matress and the wall. Ooh. She had a text. How exciting! The feeling went away fast though, when she saw who it was from. Alex. One of her ex-boyfriends. Stupidly, she had one quick fling with him over the summer and now he wanted to start things up again, once she finished school. He wasn't the type of guy who believed in sex without meaning - what an ass. She really needed to get out. She was about to put her phone away when she heard a knock at the door.

...Who could that be? She wasn't expecting anyone. And she assumed that Abigail wasn't either, seeing as she wasn't here. Maybe it was Abigail, she'd probably forgotten her key or something. Getting up she went to the door and opened it. Andrew? "Hey," she said, smiling at him. "What are you doing here? Wanna come in?" she asked. Ok, maybe he wasn't here to see her, maybe it was for Abigail or something. But whatever it was she was glad that she looked good. And thank God she was wearing good underwear!

[Andrew Preston]

As he stood at the door of Elle's room (well, at least he hoped it was her dorm room), Andrew couldn't help but wonder if he really should be here or whatever. It wasn't really like himself to reconsider his own actions, most of the time he just did whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences, but right now he was having a conscience issue. So yeah, he definitely wasn't here to take tea and chatter the night away with Elle - he was here to hook up with her, if she was up for it, which he figured she would probably be, knowing from her reputation that she didn't mix sex and feelings, and also that she was actually one to have friends with benefits. Well, he'd never heard of it for sure, but it wouldn't necessarily surprise him all that much. After all, she was a very attractive girl and he didn't think many guys would mind spending a bit of quality time with her. He sure wouldn't, and well, that explained why he'd come to see her and hadn't gone to someone else.

But that right there wasn't the actual problem or reason as to why he was wondering if he should be here or not. The thing is that he was actually thinking about someone else as he stood here, ready to go and possibly have sex with another girl. He was thinking about Marley. So they'd kissed, and shared a lot of informations, and gotten along pretty well, and yeah, there was something there. But they hadn't actually agreed on any form of dating or anything yet, so he shouldn't be feeling bad about this. Well of course, if he was honest with himself, he'd probably have gone to her tonight had he thought he actually had any chances of having sex with her, but she didn't seem to be that kind of girl and well... he was that kind of guy.

He pushed that thought out of his mind when Elle opened the door, grinning lightly at her sight - obviously, she'd been about to go out, and she really did look great. She was of course a very stylish girl, but a short skirt like the one she wore right now was, well... oh well, she'd probably not keep it on very long no matter how good it looked on her. Then, her makeup was obviously perfectly done, which he was pretty sure she had a lot of experience with. He wasn't necessarily fond of girls who used a whole lot of makeup, but he didn't really mind them either. Still, he did like girls at their natural. He'd rarely seen anything hotter than a girl wearing one of his t-shirts after getting out of bed, without any makeup, her hair all messy. However, he just couldn't picture Elle that way - she was always so well put that he couldn't really imagine what she'd look like in just a large t-shirt with undone hair and makeup. Marley, however... Marley, he could imagine. But he really couldn't start thinking about her right now - for one thing, he didn't particularly want to think about any other girl than the one standing in front of him right now, because even though she couldn't know what he was thinking about, well... that would still pretty much get him described as an asshole.

"Figured I might come over and see if you wanted to do anything tonight," he told her, not really going straight to the point just yet, his grin widening slightly when she asked if he wanted to come in. "Sure, if you don't know," he said, walking inside her room and looking around. "My own roommate is pretty busy with a girl right now I'm guessing, so it was better to leave at that point. Were you about to go out?" he asked, glancing at her. He didn't really want to ruin her plans, but oh well, maybe she'd decide to cancel them anyway now that he was here.

[Elle McQueen]

Elle wasn’t quite sure but she thought that he was implying a double meaning in his words... do something tonight? Well, either way it wouldn’t surprise her, Andrew was a little notorious like that. Everyone knew that he liked his women. She wondered briefly if she had a similar reputation but she didn’t think that hers was that bad... But thinking about it she couldn’t really think of another reason why he’d be here, they weren’t exactly great friends. Elle wasn’t complaining though, she was in need of some thing right now, other than a brief fling with Alex she did nothing all summer. She felt so...FRIGID.

When he walked through the door she wasn’t sure what she should do, if she sat down on her bed was that too...provocative? Maybe she was completely misinterpreting Andrew’s intentions. Then she wondered briefly why she was overthinking this – there was no need! She walked over and sat on her bed, leaning into the corner of the room. She didn’t invite Andrew to sit next to her; she’d give him the choice of whether he wanted to sit on the chair or the bed. “I was thinking about going out, but I didn’t really have plans. I was probably just gonna call someone and get them to join me. But, now that you’re here I guess I’ll just stay. Unless you wanted to do something in particular?” she asked, raising her eyebrow a little. She’d pretty much figured out the answer to that question but she wanted to see how he’d respond, whether he’d come straight out or skirt around the topic.

Thinking about it, she remembered Addison Blythe’s outburst about Andrew last year. She’d heard a lot about that, apparently Addie had called Andrew a selfish lover and said something about how she could do a better job with her fingers? Ok, not a mental image she wanted to be getting right now. That was not her kind of thing, at all. But she’d bear that in mind and not expect too much of him, at least that way if he was like Addie said he was then she wouldn’t be let down. And if Addie had just been being a vindictive bitch then at least she’d be pleasantly surprised. She smiled at him, a little seductively. She may as well help speed the process along...

((OOC: Sorry its short, my muse is being a bitch. ))

[Andrew Preston]

Andrew was strangely finding it hard to figure out what to do, and that was a bit confusing to him. He never found it hard when it came to girls and sex, it'd never been a problem to him since the time he'd lost his virginity to get into someone's pants though he did usually managed to use a subtle way of doing so. Tried to, anyway. And right now, right here with Elle, he just didn't know what to do. Not that she wasn't attractive, heck she was one of the hottest girls on campus and he'd pretty much wanted to do her for a while now, the time had just never been right. And now he pretty much had his opportunity to do so, and he wasn't sure how to take it.

It would surely be easier if he got his mind off Marley. Because since that night at the theater, she'd been invading his thoughts and he couldn't even manage to force her out of there, no matter how hard he tried. Right now, however, it was no longer something he simply wanted to do, it was something he needed to do. He had to focus on Elle. She was there, in here, with him, and he wanted her. He did. Well, at least, it would make sense that he did. She was definitely someone to want, and he was pretty sure most guys did. He had. Why didn't he?! Goddamn it... well, he'd just have to go along with it anyway because there was no turning around now. "Well I didn't have any very definite idea of what we could do..." he began with a light smirk as he moved slightly closer to her, noticing that while he'd been off in thoughts world, she'd sat on her bed - he didn't know if that was an invitation, but he surely was gonna take it as such. Well, not right away. He'd just keep standing for a little while longer. Not much longer. Just a bit.

"Some ideas are definitely more interesting than some others at the moment, though," he said, his words full with the meaning he intended them to have as his voice came out slightly lower than usual, looking straight at her. Times like this, he was almost glad about what'd happened the previous year. So he hadn't taken Addie's comments very well, but he'd realized that there were some things he could definitely try doing a bit better and a bit more in order to pleasure girls, and this would probably be of some use tonight. He didn't want to leave the room and have Elle be disappointed that she'd hooked up with him. That'd probably be bad.