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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2012 23:17:03 GMT -8
"How's the new partner, sexy legs? Is he good in bed?"
Grace froze. God, not that. Anything but that! She had someone--she had Chance! Why the hell would she want to be with someone that much older than her? Merton was Andre's age. She respected him, sure. But that was about it. Hearing the rumor made her feel a little violated. At first, she decided not to worry too much about it. But that day, everywhere she turned, she had to hear something about it. By the time she got off work, all she wanted was Chance. She was upset and needed to just fall into his arms.
She hadn't even bothered to change out of her clothes. Instead, she went straight to Chance's. She had no idea that someone had called and said something about the rumor. All she knew was that she had a very hard day and she needed her boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, expecting Chance, not his sister, to answer the door. Boy, was she in for a surprise. |
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jun 24, 2012 23:57:25 GMT -8
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: JESSA'S OUTFIT
It was getting close to seven in the evening and she had no idea where anyone was. It seemed like she was home alone. But that was okay with her. She had been in the kitchen, cooking herself dinner when the phone rung. But she did not even bother answering it. She was focusing on cooking herself something to eat, so she let whoever it was go to the answering machine. Whoever it was, if it was really important, they would leave a message. And if it ended up being someone who lived in this house, then yeah, she would go ahead and pick up the phone. But it probably was not even for her anyways. She figured that she would cook some hamburger meat in a pan and just put it in a bowl and pour ketchup over it. She loved eating it like that. And unlike Matt, she was not going to burn down the house in the process. Jessa was actually pretty good at cooking. In fact, she enjoyed cooking. It was just not something that she allowed others to know about her. Not even her family. She usually did her cooking whenever, and that did not happen often, whenever she got the house all to herself.
But then she stopped and everything in her body seemed to go numb. Or so one would think. The answering machine. The message. Jessa turned to the phone and walked over to the machine. Grace? She did what??? This could not happen. Her brother would be crushed. No. She was not about to let any of that happen. So, she deleted the message, her hand going into a fist. Her anger boiled inside her, burning her to the core. She trusted Grace. She thought that she was good for her big brother. She thought that the woman would never hurt or betray him. Looks like looks were decieving after all. And she needed to pay, needed to be punished. And then the door bell rang. She walked over to the front door and threw it open. And standing there was...her. Her eyes narrowed, turned cold. “You. What are you doing here, you little tramp?” she practically hissed at her. Oh, she was pissed.
LOCATION:: Jessa's house
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POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Grace Yorke
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2012 0:11:53 GMT -8
Grace wasn't phased at all by her words. Jessa reminded her of herself when she was in high school. She knew the type. She could talk a lot, but in the end, she was harmless. Or so she thought. With a sigh, she looked past the girl, but couldn't see anyone. She would have to contend with the teenager. Looking down at Jessa, Grace swallowed. She was sure by now the entire family knew that she and Chance had a thing going. After all, she was the reason he was back from Africa. She had flown out to put her heart out on a limb and announce that she loved him. And for some reason she would never understand, he loved her back. A love like they had, it was stronger than some stupid rumor....right?
"Look, Jessa. I really need to talk to Chance. I have had...a really bad day. And I just want to see Chance. So if he's here, could you please let him know I'm here? If he's not , then that's fine, I'll just call him." She didn't care how she saw him, really. She just wanted to hear his voice. Hear his rambling. She loved the way he went on his rants. It was adorable, and at times was actually pretty comforting in an odd way. She would love to hear him rant about the psychology of something or other right about now. She leaned against the wall, eyeing Jessa as she waited for her to answer her. |
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jun 27, 2012 0:28:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2012 0:52:24 GMT -8
How did he hear already? Grace shook her head, fighting tears. No. It couldn't end like this. Not over a rumor. She loved him! Why would she ever do that to him? God, didn't he understand how people were down at the station? How they talked about her just because she was a woman? Didn't he trust her to at least hear her out? What she failed to realize, was that the lack of trust was on her part, not his. Grace folded her arms, but didn't go just yet. How could she just walk out on what they had without a fight? She had been to Africa for him, for god's sake!
"I-" she swallowed. "I just want a chance to explain. Jessa, please" she could feel the tears fighting their way through, despite her earnest efforts to keep them at bay. "I love him. I would never hurt him." And it was true. Maybe she had been that way, back in high school. Going to the ravine, sleeping with whoever she felt like, earning little bracelet souvenirs. But she wasn't that girl anymore. And she thought she had proven that to him. She had changed. And all she wanted was to be able to remind him that, and make him see that she would never betray him like that. She had no way of knowing that he didn't even know, that this was all Jessa being...well, Jessa. And she didn't think that maybe she should be talking to him instead. |
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jun 27, 2012 1:12:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2012 1:30:38 GMT -8
Grace shook her head and turned and left. She couldn't help it. The nineteen year old was sobbing by the time Jessa was done yelling at her. She hated to cry in front of her, but she couldn't help it. So instead, she got out of there as fast as she could. She got behind the wheel and as she drove away, Grace turned on the siren so she could just be gone, out of there. This wasn't fair! Chance was supposed to be the safe choice. It was what drew her to him in the first place. She had gotten trampled on by so many guys in the past, the kind of guys that she took major risks for. Chance didn't come with complications, he didn't come with risks. He came with a Doctorate and a cute british accent, and a smile that could make her melt. Yet, with the low-risk, she ended up more hurt than with the dangerous ones.
She needed to talk to someone. Johnny was at work, her dad and Andre were out of town, and Marco was a little too close to home. So, she chose the only other person who might understand; the man involved in the rumors. She knew his address by heart, because she had memorized it when she was first given his information. Within ten minutes, she was turning the siren back off and pulling in. She felt like a little girl. All she wanted was a paternal figure to talk to, to figure out what she was doing wrong at work and fix it. Even if she got in trouble in the process. Was any of this her fault? She had no idea. As she knocked on his door with tear-filled eyes, though, she was sure she was about to find out. |
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