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Post by Chase Wiggins on Jul 18, 2012 6:21:43 GMT -5
Chase had had enough. He had had enough of fights, of drama and of thinking about the stupid head girl. He hated her. He despised her. He hated the fact that he didn't hate her. He had no idea why she was on his mind. no idea why she plagued his thoughts yet she did. It bugged him to no end. So on that Thursday night he made his way to the prefect lounge where he assumed no prefects would be and opened a bottle of fire whiskey.
He spent an hour slowly getting drunk and lunging about into the night. He was trying to rid himself of all the shit that had happened in the past two weeks for him. He just wanted to forget it for a while. So as he sat there and drunk he just thought of his mother and his sister. He thought about how proud of him his mother was and he lay there with his eyes closed and small smile on his face. That was until he heard the door open. His eyes flashed open and his drunk gaze saw none other than the girl he was trying to forget.
He scowled and picked up his bottle, taking anther swig. He needed it if she was going to stay here. It was just his luck for her to talk in on a time when he had finally managed to find some peace. He looked at her. "What do you want princess?" he asked.
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Post by imogen on Jul 18, 2012 6:47:01 GMT -5
Imogen didn’t quite know what was going on with her and Chase. But she had worked out one thing. It wasn’t one sided. What she had felt with Chase, the sparks, the butterflies, everything else she didn’t want to. That wasn’t normal. And that scared her a little. If she made out that she was just one of the masses, one of many girls he had drunkenly kissed then it was okay. But she wasn’t. He seemed to actually feel something towards her. He had made that clear through his jealousy the other day with her and Noah.
She had ended it with Noah. It wasn’t fair on him. She felt guilty, he had been trying to convince her to date him for such a long time and she just ended it because she had only ever said yes on a whim. She was cruel, and a bad person for what she had done. But she hadn’t thought he wanted her- Chase that was. She thought that he had only been in it to make a bit of a fool of her. But instead… it had been so much more. At least to her it had.
Imogen was out after hours. If anyone asked she was patrolling, but really she just couldn’t sleep. She needed away from the common room, from everything. It was late, so she headed towards the prefects common room, no one really used it. It was too exclusive and no one could have friends back so really people only went there for peace and quiet. That was why Immy was surprised when she opened the door to see the candles already lit.
Chase was there, slumped down on a couch, swigging from a bottle of firewhiskey. Imogen closed her eyes. This was the last thing she had wanted. She didn’t want to come here and fight with him. If anything, she would much rather curl up on that sofa with him and cry into his shoulder. Everything was so messed up. So when he asked what she was doing there, calling her princess, she didn’t know how to react. She didn’t know if there was a bite to his voice, if he hated her. She didn’t know what to do.
“I was just looking for someplace quiet to clear my head.” She told him, there was a wobble to her voice. Really, she was looking for someplace to go and have a good cry. “It’s okay, I’ll go someplace else.” She said before looking at the boy. “Are you okay? “ She asked, her tone gentle, she was genuinely a bit concerned for the boy on the sofa. No one got drunk alone for no reason.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Jul 19, 2012 6:14:51 GMT -5
As she spoke Chase picked up on the shake. He just groaned quietly and shut his eyes. He didn't want to deal with some crying girl. The annoying thing was he was generally curious and wondered if she was okay. He kept his eyes shut, refusing to open them. He was not going to start this again. When she said she'd go somewhere else he bit his tongue, just waiting for her to leave. He really didn't need this right now. She had already caused enough shit in his life.
Then she asked if he was okay and he opened his eyes to stare at her. Why did she care? Didn't she have that dickhead puff to look after? She didn't need to ask about him. He was fine on his own. He had his alcohol and that was all he needed. His tongue however didn't seem to agree as he found himself speaking without wanting to. The words slipping off his tongue far more honest than he would have wanted in front of Imogen of all people.
"Alright? Do I look fucking alright? I nearly lost my best friend over a stupid comment I made all caused by anger over some idiot guy being with the girl I can't stop thinking about." He said before sitting there in shock and hoping she didn't realise he was speaking about her.
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Post by imogen on Jul 23, 2012 4:30:01 GMT -5
Imogen knew that Chase was trying to ignore her. She heard his quiet groan, saw his tightly shut eyes. He was so confusing. He threw her off track so often. She had thought he liked her. But it really didn’t seem that way at the moment. He couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as her. To answer her questions! She had turned leave, but felt like she had to ask if he was okay first. He just looked so… vulnerable.
Her opinion on that changed the second he started talking. His words were cutting and harsh and the tone brought a few tears to the emotional girls eyes, but she blinked them away. Imogen felt a tug on her heartstrings when Chase said he’d almost lost his best friend over a fly away comment he had made, because he was angry. He felt sorry for him, she knew what it was like to speak in anger and pay the price.
But it was his next words that made her choke a little. There was another girl. He wasn’t into her after all. She felt so stupid… she had been so sure that he liked her. That she was different from the other girls he got with, but she had been wrong. She wasn’t special, or the one girl to make him change. She was just a girl he had a drunken snog with. And now he had a girl he wanted to be his girlfriend.
It hurt a lot more than it should have. “Oh…” Imogen said, not sure what she was meant to say to his words. “You and Skylar are close, you’ll work it out. He can’t stay mad at you for long.” Imogen told him. She swallowed. “And I’m sure you’ll get the girl. You’re Chase Wiggins, you can get any girl you want.” She told him with a small smile. She shifted from foot to foot, she wasn’t sure if she should just go. Her want to have a little cry had increased tenfold when she heard about this new woman in Chase’s life.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Jul 23, 2012 4:48:42 GMT -5
Chase couldn't believe what he'd just said. He'd gone and opened his mouth and now he sounded like some sap. He never spoke about stuff like this. Not to anyone. Not even Sky. Of course he'd never experienced this before so that wasn't surprising. He lay there, his eyes shit as he cursed himself silently. He was an idiot. A drunk idiot at that. He wished he could take it back. He could erase her memory but in his state he would probably kill her and she was a lot faster than he was right now.
Then she spoke and for some reasons he sounded worse than she had earlier. As she spoke about him and Sky he bit his tongue to hold back any comments of how he had already sorted it out. He knew that he and Sky would be friends for a while. He also knew if they weren't it was because he fucked it up. Sky was one of the most amazing people he had ever met, he could never do anything that would make Chase hate him. he didn't think it was possible.
it was hr last comment that grabbed his attention. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. He was Chase Wiggins, Slyhterin King. He knew the name he had for himself, the reputation that came with it. He never would of thought however, that he would hear those words come from Imogen's mouth. He would expect to hear that he was a pig or he didn't deserve any girl. not that he could get anyone he wanted. He didn't know why he did what he did next but he blamed it on the alcohol.
He stood and slowly moved towards her. When he was close to her he shut the door behind her before walking closer to her still, forcing her back against the door. He put an arm on either side of her head and stared down at her. Did she not understand? Did she not know that she was the girl plaguing his thoughts? Was it not obvious? He lent closer until his lips were right next to her ear.
"Any girl i want?" He asked in a husky voice.
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Post by imogen on Jul 23, 2012 5:18:54 GMT -5
Imogen had no clue what was going on. She and Chase were having a conversation, a civil conversation. About Chase and his life. And she was trying to help him get with another woman. She wanted him to be with her, yet here she was, telling him he could get any girl he wanted and that he and his best friend were going to be fine.
He was so drunk, more drunk than she had been that night they had got together. It was probably a mistake, those two getting together. Imogen thought that now. Had she never gotten with him then she wouldn’t be feeling this hurt now. But then again, she also wouldn’t have had the best kiss she’d ever had. She wouldn’t have felt the electricity between them. She wouldn’t have had any of it. It was worth it really. She just wished that he wanted her like she wanted him.
At her words, telling him he could have any girl he wanted, Chase stood up. Imogen watched him. He really was wasted, he was stumbling all over the place. He closed the door to the room they were in. Imogen felt a shiver down her spine, what was he doing? This was crazy, he was locking her in the room with her. Imogen gasped when she felt him push her back, pressing her against the wall. Her heart was racing. She felt lust and attraction pulsing through her veins. She wanted him. But he was so drunk… this was probably wrong.
Imogen couldn’t help the longing little whimper that escaped her lips when she felt Chase’s lips against her ears. “Chase,” She whimpered. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be doing this with me when you want that girl.” Imogen said, her voice hitching more than once.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Jul 23, 2012 5:28:02 GMT -5
Chase heard Imogen whimper and he grinned to himself. He didn't know whether she was afraid of him or whether she liked it but he was going with the second one. He had heard noises like that before and they had not been in a time of fear. He listened to her words and he chuckled. Was it still not obvious? He pulled back to look at her. He studied her for a few seconds, waiting for her face to stop moving and just be a face. Then he pushed off and shrugged.
"You're right." He said as he turned and walked back to where his bottle was. He didn't sit down, instead he stood and held it out to her. "Drink away those tears." he said which was probably the nicest thing he had ever said to her. It was almost comfort, almost.
He then sat down and closed his eyes, sighing. He wondered if he should tell her. Should he make a move? He knew he couldn't do it now while she was drunk and he was sober. Maybe if she was drunk with him. Then if it went shit he could say he was lying, blame it on his intoxication. he looked at her and urged her on. He hoped that she was just as much as a light weight as he. It hadn't taken long for her to get drunk the other time and this stuff was stronger than that.
"So why were you crying?" He asked to pass the time, encouraging her to stay and drink.
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Post by imogen on Jul 24, 2012 5:50:12 GMT -5
Imogen cursed her body’s natural reactions, god the way he had her pressed up against the door, his lips just a whisper away from hers, he was teasing her! She wanted him and he wanted some other girl, yet here he was, doing this to her. Her heart was racing her palms were sweaty, she wanted him to kiss her, to hold her in his arms, she wanted him to be hers, but oh god she would never say it. Especially not after he just admitted there was a girl he wanted… she hoped it was her… but really she knew it wasn’t. He wouldn’t have admitted it to get if it had been her. She knew him better than that.
Imogen stared at Chase as he sat down, telling her to drink away her tears. How did he know that? She didn’t think that her watering eyes were obvious, especially not to a drunk man. She snatched the bottle out his hand. “I’m not crying.” She snapped, she didn’t want him to see a vulnerable side to her. She took a long drink, and then another, feeling the alcohol flood to her head. It was lovely. She sat down next to Chase, a little closer than was probably needed.
“It’s just been a rough couple of days.” She told him. “I ended it with Noah, realised I was never really into him.” She said, letting him know she was single again. “I feel like a bitch for it, really I did just use him. It’s not me.” She sighed. “But whatever, tell me about this elusive girl?” She said, wanting to change the subject.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Aug 20, 2012 4:42:11 GMT -5
Chase watched as Imogen drunk. He chuckled whens he snapped that she hadn't been crying. It was bullshit. He may be drunk but he wasn't stupid. He was too good at reading people since he often just watched rather than joined in. He didn't comment though. She didn't have to be crying if she didn't want to be. They both knew the truth. Then she sat next to him, closer than he would have thought since she wasn't particularly fond of him. Well, he was starting to change his views on that.
Then she spoke and Chase sat, resting against the arm of the chair with his eyes closed though they flashed open at her words. She ended it with Noah? He was gone? Out of the equation? He slowly closed his eyes again though he couldn't stop the smile brewing on his lips. He knew that next time he saw the hufflepuff he would have a very large, smug grin on his face. He might even have Imogen under his arm though that was pushing it.
"This girl. Hmmm, what is there to say? She's beautiful. Very beautiful. I don't think she realises it though. She's smart as well, thank Merlin for that. I couldn't handle a stupid girl. Of course I don't want to give too much away." He said with a smirk. He had opened his eyes and was staring at her. Did she really not know? She must be too insecure with herself to think it could possibly be her. His drunk brain was willing to just reach over and kiss her but he wanted her more drunk than she was now.
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Post by imogen on Aug 20, 2012 5:23:58 GMT -5
Imogen glared at Chase when he chuckled at her denying that she had been crying… she hadn’t… she had just teared up. Oh, what did he know anyway. She told him what had been going on in her life. Imogen noticed that his eyes snapped open when she mentioned that her and Noah were finished. His facial expression was strange.
Almost as though he was trying to repress a smile. He was probably happy at Noah’s misery. He never seemed to like the boy, for reasons unknown to Immy. It was all very silly to her. She felt really guilty over hurting Noah, but… she was happier at the same time. Being near Chase, it just reminded her how she didn’t feel this way about Noah. She wanted to snuggle up under his arm, she wanted him to kiss her forehead, stroke her hair. She wanted him to do all the sweet things that Noah did, but she wanted it to be Chase and not Noah. She knew it was bad of her… but she couldn’t help it.
When Chase started talking about this girl he liked…it was painful. Apparently she was very beautiful, how was Imogen supposed to compare to that? She was plain at very best. It wasn’t fair, of course Chase got the beautiful girl, but that meant that she didn’t get him. He was so hot and cold. One minute he acted like he liked her, the next he was talking to her about this other girl he was into. It wasn’t fair, he was toying with her emotions! Smart and beautiful. Imogen hated this girl. Well, at least she wouldn’t be smarter than Immy, she was top in the year. Imogen nodded at Chase’s words. “I think you should just go for it.” She told him, it hurt her to do so. “You’ll never know unless you try. Besides, who could say no to that face,” She smiled before taking another swig of firewhiskey.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Aug 20, 2012 5:40:23 GMT -5
Chase sat there and smirked as he saw Imogen not seem too happy about his words. She really had no idea. It kind of excited him knowing that she was upset over it. There was only one explanation and that meant she felt something for him. He didn't know whether it was this realisation or the alcohol in him which made him confident. With Imogen he wasn't confident, she wasn't like other girls in any way and that meant she was unfamiliar territory. However her words only spurred him on. Surely she would only say them with the hope he meant her?
He moved so he was stalking towards her on the couch. He pushed her gently so she was lying beneath him and he grinned evilly down at her. He took the bottle from her hand and took another swig before pouring some in her mouth as well. He spilled it down her neck, on purpose of course though he acted innocent.
"Oh dear, how clumsy of me." He said before leaning down and licking her soft skin. He then looked up to look her in the eye. "So you don't think anyone could say no to my face?" He asked innocently.
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Post by imogen on Aug 20, 2012 5:54:23 GMT -5
Imogen was drunk, or at least feeling the alcohol in her system, her inhibitions were lowered and she half wanted to jump Chase. She would have if it wasn’t for that other girl. Imogen hated her. She was probably a slut. And a bitch. That was the kind of girl that Chase went for. He would never want a girl like her. So what was the point in even trying?
Imogen watched as he stood up, he walked towards her, her breath hitched in her throat, what was he doing? He looked so confident, so sure of what he was doing. Immy felt him push her backwards… was it her? Was the girl her? He wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t… would he? Imogen lay back was he pushed her. He took the bottle out of her hand and swigged, the he offered it to her, but spilled it down her neck. Imogen didn’t even hear his words, she did, however, moan when he licked the drink off of her.
Her neck was extremely sensitive, she was practically pushing her hips up to him already. Chase was looking at her, staring her right in the eye. Oh god, this was hot. So hot. This was what she wanted. She knew that now, when she entered the room that night, this was exactly what she wanted. Imogen shook her head when he whispered her words back at him. “No,” She said, somewhat breathily. “I don’t think they could,” She said, leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips. “I know I certainly can’t.” She whispered, admitting it out loud for the first time.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Aug 20, 2012 6:01:38 GMT -5
Chase half expected Imogen to push him away. He still couldn't get it out of his head that she thought he was a jerk. He was of course, she was right. He was a jerk which was what made it surprising that he felt this way for her. He didn't understand. he never cared about girls. He fucked them, that was all. So he was very surprised when Imogen kissed him. It was only small but her comment following surprised him further. She was out loud admitting that she had a thing for him
He couldn't let it be that easy though. He looked at her and smirked before leaning down and kissing her neck. The moan he had dragged from her lips had turned him on and he was always so much more turned on when drunk. He felt her press against him and he realised the same must go for her. It was funny, she was normally so innocent yet here she was pressing into him. It turned him on even further.
"What about my other girl?" He asked, smirking against her skin.
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Post by imogen on Aug 20, 2012 6:10:51 GMT -5
Imogen knew that Chase was loving that she was actually getting involved in this. God, she wanted him, she wanted him to kiss her neck again, hell she wanted to fuck him. And she had only ever been with one guy. She wasn’t going to sleep with him, of course not. Not now, she wasn’t that kind of girl… plus, what if that was all he wanted from her?
All sensible thoughts slipped out of Immy’s head when Chase started kissing her neck, she moaned again, her hips acting of their own volition and pressing up against his crotch. She loved having her neck kissed. It felt right, Chase doing it. He could draw all these emotions from her, emotions that she didn’t even know she had. She couldn’t help but love it. When Chase asked about his other girl, she felt her blood run cold.
So there was another girl? Great, she felt like such an idiot, she had put herself out there and he wasn’t even into her! He was just taking her for a ride! The way Imogen saw it, she had two options. She could shove him off of her, curse his thingy green and go for a cry in her dorm. Or she could be brave. “Pick me instead.”
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Aug 29, 2012 5:28:21 GMT -5
Chase wondered how Imogen would react to what he said. He had been kissing her, leading her on and the way he said it made it sound like there was definitely another girl. Not that she needed to be told that, she didn't seem to have a clue that it could possibly be her. He found it amusing that she thought such a thing. She really didn't believe in herself. Or maybe she just thought he thought lowly of her. The truth was he never had. He had envied her or despised her but he wasn't stupid enough to think lowly of someone that was his equal.
He was surprised by her move however. He had expected maybe a slap, maybe crying, or even a knee to the groin. He stared at her, shock written across his face. Pick her. She went out and said it. That was all he needed to confirm that she did, indeed feel these feelings. He looked at her and his shock morphed in a smirk, a confident, cocky smirk and he grabbed her cheeks in his hands and stared at her.
"It was always you." He stated before slamming his lips on to hers.
He knew he was drunk, he knew that tomorrow, both might not acknowledge this but for now. He was happy. He kissed her hard and pressed into her before realising he didn't want to wreck this. Somewhere, in his drunken brain, he realised that if he slept with her, she might never talk to him again. He was drunk, she was drunk, and if they were ever going to become more than this had to stop before he lost it. He stopped kissing her and backed away. He felt slight embarrassment flood him s he turned and headed back to the couch.
"So that's my secret." He said, referring to the fact she was the girl.
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