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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 13:26:36 GMT -5
Rachele's heart stopped. She felt her whole body turn to ice as he said the girl's name.
"Aiden. Aiden O'Hara..."
"You are fucking kidding me. You're fucking going out with Aiden?" she felt her whole body fill with anger. Anger at herself, anger at Evan. "Goddamn it, Evan. You didn't fucking tell me you were going out with her?!" Her voice escalated to a yell, on the verge of screaming.
"Jesus Christ, Evan. She's going to kill me!"
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 13:36:42 GMT -5
Evan shook his head, that was just what he needed right now. His hands flew up as if he were about to hit her, but he stopped himself, his hands outstretched in front of him. "Rachele, just shut up for two seconds!" He yelled in return.
"She's not going to kill you because she's not gonna find out, alright?!"
"I tried to fucking stop it, I told you we shouldn't but you insisted..And I..I don't know I didn't give it another thought," he added, his voice lowering just a little.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 13:43:33 GMT -5
Now this was familiar. Fighting with Evan. She could feel angry heat rise up between her eyes. This always happens. This always fucking happen.
She took a step towards him. "So what are you gonna do, lie?" she said, her voice rising. "This is so fucking messed up."
Rachele stepped back and slowly sat on the couch. She rested her head in her hands. To stop the mindless pounding and aching, and in dismay.
"Goddamnit," she whispered. "We screwed up." She looked up at Evan. "She's my fucking best friend, Evan. She's gonna kill me. She can't find out."
Her voice was pained as she spoke. She knew she'd done something wrong- something very wrong. Aiden loves Evan- she talked about him enough- and Rachele had fucked everything up. And every time Evan blamed himself, she felt even worse. The alcohol had messed with her head. If she'd just listened, this never would have happened.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 13:51:18 GMT -5
Evan shook his head, he couldn't just blantantly lie to her face..Or pretend it hadn't happened. He just wouldn't act the same around Aidan with this over his head. It pained him when he thought about how much it would hurt her..She'd probably never forgive him or Rachele.
"I have to tell her...." He mumbled quietly. "I love her...I can't just lie. I thought I could..I thought I could just forget about it and move on but I can't; it just wouldn't be the same," he sat down on the floor, his face buried in his hands once again. They fucked up big time.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 14:02:39 GMT -5
Her head seemed to pound harder.
"I know," she cried. "But seriously. Evan," she said, looking down at him. Her eyes were wide. "She's going to hate me. She's going to fucking kill me."
She knew her words were redundant and annoying, but she couldn't stop. Aiden was going to be so mad. And upset. I didn't mean to, Rachele saw herself pleading. But all she could picture was Aiden's eyes flashing and walking away. Forever.
She was going to be so fucking pissed.
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 14:06:29 GMT -5
Evan shook his head, "It's not even your fault. It's all mine..I could've stopped. I could've walked away. I could've done the right thing. But I didn't. You were drunk, you couldn't do anything about it. The only one Aidan should kill is me," he rubbed his temples. He felt like crying like a little girl, but decided against it. Soon he'll be all alone and he can tear up his apartment to get rid of the fury.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 14:21:19 GMT -5
"We screwed up so bad," she repeated. She suddenly felt sick. Aiden was her best friend. Without her- everything would be different. Rachele couldn't even imagine life without her.
"We screwed up so fucking bad."
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Post by Evan Brookes on Jul 6, 2007 14:24:33 GMT -5
Evan sighed, thank you captain obvious. He stood up and headed for the door. "I'm sorry, okay?" With that he opened the door and made his way outside to his car. He rummaged through his pockets for his keys once he was standing in front of the car door.
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Post by Rachele Lacey on Jul 6, 2007 22:22:05 GMT -5
She watched him walk out of the door. Suddenly she stood. She had to talk to him, had to make all this make sense. But she froze, and let herself sink back onto the couch. There was nothing she could say. Everything was done. Poisoned by their carelessness.
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