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Post by imogen on Feb 27, 2013 6:49:42 GMT -5
The party was meant to be fun. He had told her that it was going to be fun, and it wouldn’t get out of hand and that she was going to have a good time. So far he was down on three for three. She was sitting on her own in a corner watching him dance around being his usual social butterfly self. He was getting more and more drunk as the night went on. He was wasted by now. Immy had to admit that she wasn’t exactly sober, but at least she remembered whose girl she was. Chase didn’t appear to remember that they were together at all.
The night had started out ok, they had arrived together, danced a little bit, had a few dances, laughed and joked. But then Chase went off with his stupid Quidditch buddies. They were doing shots, drinking games, and then Chase had his arm around some girls neck, whispering something in her ear. Imogen was livid. How dare he? What the hell was this? It wasn’t even as though they had just got together, they’d been together for MONTHS, really months, over half a year and this boy seemed to completely forget.
She knocked back a shot and walked over to him. She tapped the skank he had his arm arounds shoulder. “Beat it. You’re not wanted here.” She told her, watching as the girl huffed indignantly then walked away. She glared at her boyfriend. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Because right now, if you don’t stop it, you’ll be free to fuck all the cheap little skanks you want, because I will be long gone. Do you hear me?” And with that she turned on her heel, she wanted to leave him squirming, she was going to be the one in charge this time. It would make a change.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Feb 27, 2013 7:01:02 GMT -5
It was a party. Chase loved parties. Drinking, sweaty bodies grinding and music. It was all an atmosphere he liked because it meant he could let go, have fun. He had convinced Imogen to come, of course it had taken some time but he had managed it. He had grinned, kissing her on the lips as he said good bye and walked off to get ready. He would meet her on the way. Then they had arrived and had fun, dancing and drinking. Then he went off to talk to some of the quidditch boys, they were always a fun bunch, especially to party with. Jocks always went the hardest.
It had been a while since he had entered his old social party group. There had been an exclusive group of slytherins whom he had approved of and been nice to, enjoying the company of at parties. A few girls, a few guys. They had mainly bonded over picking on the younger students and other houses. He wouldn't call any of them his real friends, he had very few of those. But while drunk he didn't care. He talked to most people, even if it was just to have them suck up to him. Though since he had started dating Imogen he'd become a lot nicer. Well, for him anyway.
So as the night went on, time flew and he was incredibly drunk. He had his arm around the shoulders of one of the girls he'd been partying with for years. At that point he couldn't remember her name. He knew they'd slept together multiple times but that was over a year ago at least. He was laughing with the group, whispering into her ear about how he suspected two of the guys were gay across the room but hadn't admitted it to each other yet. She was giggling, agreeing with him. The alcohol making them find it funnier than it should be to watch the awkward situation.
Then suddenly a voice cut through the fun and the girl he was laughing with was gone. He turned to his girlfriend, smiling at her beautiful face, not even registering the glare he was receiving. Then she spoke and his eyes widened. She was angry. Hell she was beyond angry, she was fucking pissed. He watched her walk away and all the quidditch boys started yelling out cat calls, telling him he was in trouble and whipped. He pulled the finger though he was smirking before he chased after her, away from the main group of the party and out in to the corridor.
"Babe! Babe! Wait." He slurred with a drunken smile on his face. "You have definitely misunderstood the situation." He said as he sniggered, probably not helping his case that he wasn't taking this seriously.
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Post by imogen on Feb 27, 2013 7:14:05 GMT -5
Imogen completely ignored the cat calls that followed her out of the room, there were meows, wolf whistles, generally snide comments about her ass. But it was the girls who were worse, they just looked at her, whispering to each other. She could hear them too, they were talking about how if they had Chase Wiggens all to themselves they certainly wouldn’t even treat him like that. Well bully for them. She certainly would. Because Imogen was not a doormat. She was nobody’s bitch and she certainly wasn’t going to put up with her boyfriend having his arm around some skank who he’d previously been shagging!
She was so livid, she could hear him chasing after her but she couldn’t stop, she really couldn’t. She was angry to the point that she wanted to go back to the dorms throw things, cry, then eat ice cream with Savannah, like she did every time Chase fucked up, or her Mum showed her bitchy side. She wasn’t happy. She really wasn’t, and she didn’t want to speak to him right now, he would have some stupid explanation that he thought fixed everything- it rarely did. She was just too angry.
When he grabbed her arm and caught up with her it became all to clear to Imogen that he was beyond wasted. Tell her that she had misunderstood the situation. He was fucking smirking! She wanted to smack that smug look off of his face. “I don’t CARE if I’ve misunderstood the fucking situation! What matters is that you were arsing around with that prissy little skank on your arm. Who, by the way, I know that you’ve fucked in the past.” Imogen was losing it. She took a step closer to him. “I’m not ok with that! I am meant to be your girl,” She hit him on the chest. She wasn’t too sober herself, just upset and angry, and hurt. “How do you think it makes me look or feel when you’re OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE MR SINGLE?! We’re meant to be a team Chase!”
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Feb 27, 2013 7:21:14 GMT -5
Chase bit his lip hard to try and stop the smirk on his face as Imogen yelled at him. He slowly started to realise she was extremely pissed off. She was definitely upset by the fact he had had his arm around another girl. He frowned as he tried to make sense of that. He hadn't been cheating, hell he hadn't even been flirting so he really didn't see what was wrong with the situation. At all. She then brought up the fact they'd slept together and he grinned sheepishly, that might make her pissed off.
She then stepped closer and he drunkenly thought that that meant it might be okay. Then she spoke and hit him on the chest. He frowned in surprise and rubbed it even though it hadn't hurt, pouting as he looked at her. He was far too drunk for a conversation like this. He was also too happy. If he hadn't been happy then he would probably be yelling right back. However his mood was fast plummeting to the stage where he could. She screamed a bit at him and he continued to frown as he tried to sober himself up to realise what was really going on.
"We are a team babe! Promise! It was nothing. I mean, I wasn't even flirting. You're just pissy because you were by yourself! You should have gone and talked to people!" He said, smiling as if he had found the answer, not realising that he had insulted her in the middle of the sentence. "And she was a bad lay anyway, you're much better."
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Post by imogen on Feb 27, 2013 7:58:32 GMT -5
He didn’t stop smirking, he was so infuriating. He didn’t take anything seriously! He really didn’t, he couldn’t understand anything. She was hurt, she was upset and he just couldn’t seem to grasp that she really meant it when she said she would leave him. Imogen’s pride was everything to her, she wouldn’t give it up so he could muck about with some girl at a party- right in front of her. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair and Imogen really couldn’t take it. She loved that boy, she really did, and she thought that he loved her too, they’d been together for so much longer than she ever expected it to last.
She knew that back in their grandparents, hell, even their parents, generation people generally married who they were going out with at Hogwarts, but she never really thought about it for her. And when it came to her, she asked herself if she could really be with this boy? Really? Could she constantly put up with him embarrassing her at parties, getting drunk, flirting with other girls? Because she didn’t know if she could. He really needed to grow up, he was eighteen, he was meant to be a man now. He certainly wasn’t acting like one.
Imogen shook her head at his words, was he even aware that he was insulting her? She was not, fucking pissy, and she was on her own because he brought her to a party where she was less than welcomed and didn’t really know any one! Imogen stared at him, giving him the dirtiest look she could muster. “I am not pissy, I am very angry. I’m angry because you abandoned me at a party where I don’t know anyone! And I do not give a FUCK if I am a better lay than her! If I tell you that you’re a better lay than Noah Clark are you ok with that?!”
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Feb 27, 2013 17:11:29 GMT -5
Chase stood there and listened as Imogen said she was very angry. It seemed hearing her say the words was enough to make him realise he was in the shit. He was still drunk, he couldn't change that but his mood had changed. He was no longer grinning and smirking like an idiot. He was trying to look serious though he wasn't sure he was pulling it off. It had been a long time since he'd been this drunk. She then went on to say he had abandoned her. He chewed his lip as he thought that one over, he was sure he hadn't. he had just been talking to friends.
"Babe, I didn't mean to ab.. abandon you." He said, saying the word slowly to make sure he said it right. "I thought you'd know people or meet people. You're nice, people like you." He slurred, trying to make her understand he hadn't done any of this intentionally.
She then brought Noah Clark up, which instantly made his face turn into a scowl. He hated that boy with a passion. Not only had he once had a thing with Imogen, he also spent a hell of a lot of time with Sky, his best friend. He hated people who were a threat to his friendship with Sky. Of course what Imogen said only made him chuckle.
"Babe I know you didn't sleep with Noah. And even if you had, I wouldn't need you to tell me I'm a better lay. It's a fact, not an opinion." He said before standing and taking a deep breath wishing he was sober than he was. He didn't want to lose his girlfriend over a drunken fight started by nothing. He hadn't even been flirting. It was a friendly gesture, that was all.
"I'm sorry I had my arm around her and not you. It won't happen again baby." He said, using the word baby, a word he rarely used to make sure it always had an affect. "You're beautiful when you're angry. He said before mentally kicking himself. Now he just sounded like a suck up. She would never believe him if he said it had just slipped out.
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Post by imogen on Feb 28, 2013 6:38:16 GMT -5
She had finally managed to wipe that smirk off of his face. That was something. It wasn’t enough, but it was something. He was wasted. This really wasn’t the right time to be having a fight, partially because she was too angry and partially because Chase wasn’t sober enough to fight back or defend himself. He just kept digging himself a bigger hole that he was going to have to claw his way out of while sober.
Imogen rolled her eyes when he said she was nice and would be able to chat to people. “It was a Slytherin party, Chase, people don’t like nice people. They don’t like Ravenclaws, they like their fellow Slytherins and they like bitches!” She really wasn’t impressed with his attempts to make it all ok. She was angry, hurt and upset and Chase’s words were only proving to make her even more enraged. He was laughing at her. She claimed that Noah was better than him and that asshole was laughing at her. She wanted to slap him. She really did.
“How the fuck would you know?” Imogen snapped. “Have you slept with Noah? Because to be quite honest just because he doesn’t sleep around like you do doesn’t make Noah any less of a good lay. And sure, maybe I didn’t sleep with him. But he was certainly a great lover in what we did do!” Imogen knew that he couldn’t fault that, Chase didn’t know how far she went with Noah, and to be honest right now she was just goading him, she wanted him to get angry and hurt, because that was how she felt.
When he called her baby and tried to make it all better Imogen had to use her best prickly front so as not to cave. He so rarely called her baby, and it made her feel so little and treasured. But she was too angry with him to let it be ok. “You say that every time you fuck up, Chase. So how about you sober up. And then you come talk to me.” She completely ignored the part where he called her beautiful. He was not sweet talking his way out of this one.
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