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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 21:00:08 GMT -5
 she lays back on her bed, holding her head in her hands. desiree had never been one to cry, and she doesn't - as she lays numbly on her bed, the only thing she can do is think and wonder. she regrets what happened with tabin, not because of the italian transfer himself, but because of what it caused between her and jamie. the timing had been less than perfect. and as much as she tries, desiree can't find a reason to point the finger at anyone but herself. she feels slowly over to where her phone rests on her bedrest, finding his number on her recent calls and tapping his name. she closes her eyes, resting her free hand over her eyes and leaving the phone at her ear. "please," she sighed into the dial tone. |
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Post by jamison on Jul 10, 2012 21:04:45 GMT -5
jamie's sitting on the couch, his legs sprawled on the small coffee table and the tv blaring in front of him. his father's out and he's home alone for the day. he hears his phone ringing, and he looks down at the face of the phone to see it's desiree. he ignores it, and continues watching the television. the phone persists, and rings two more times before he finally picks up the phone, answering and violently answering. "what? what do you want?" his voice is cold and angry. |
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Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 10, 2012 21:08:25 GMT -5
he answers coldly, and though his response is probably a little better than what she had expected, his tone still stung her a bit and she inhaled, trying to keep calm. "thank god," she mutters under her breath, hopefully to low for him to hear. "okay, i just need to have a chance, okay? i need to be able to talk without having you believing whatever someone told you about me. because that's what any other person at the fucking school would do." she blurted that out fairly quickly, and paused to take a deep breath. "jamie, i'm really sorry, i..." she isn't good at this. "i didn't... i don't know what else to say. i don't have an excuse for myself, and i obviously wouldn't be calling if..." she runs a hand through her hair, sighing in frustration. "i didn't want to fuck this up." her voice drops to a whisper at the end. she doesn't know what else to tell. |
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