iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
this is a private role play
iAdora &&& TennesseeWhisky only
post at you're own peril
this is a private role play
iAdora &&& TennesseeWhisky only
post at you're own peril
Ahriiman
Lover
Ahriiman
Lover
Deven Alexander Greenexxxxx
• Dev • Seventeen • Male• Hetero • #996600 •
| Ambitious | Reckless | Patient | Disdainful | Proud |
- TennesseeWhisky
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
Spencer Jane Gannxxxxx
• S.J. • seventeen • female • straight • #DBB1DA •
| elitist | queen bee | guarded | party girl | sarcastic |
- iA d o r a
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- Spencer took a sip of her venti chai tea latte and reached into her Chanel bag. With a quick flick of her pale blue eyes to her phone screen she sighed impatiently ”Um do you plan on getting me to school at a reasonable time or what?” she questioned the driver. ”Sorry, you should be there in five minutes.” the driver mumbled from the front seat. ”Well, I’d better be or you’ll be unemployed.” she snapped at him. Spencer Gann was used to getting what she wanted with no exceptions. Her mother had been a model in Paris and her father was one of those masters of the universe types of lawyers. As long as she kept perfect grades, stayed out of serious trouble, and smiled pretty for their party guest nothing was denied to her: she attended the most prestigious private school in Manhattan; she wore the latest couture, or most expensive vintage couture depending on her mood; she had the latest gadgets; and her American Express didn’t have a credit limit. Spencer Jane, real life princess.
As the town car pulled up to the curb in front of the stone steps of the school Spencer gathered her purse and slid towards the door and waited for the driver to exit and open it for her. ”The normal time, but bring the SUV. There’s a sample sale at the Beau and then drinks at Butter.” she said pausing just long to tell the driver about her plans after school. Walking towards the steps she could feel eyes on her as she made her way towards the four other girls sitting on the steps waiting for her. Sitting down she sipped her drink and wet her lips ”Now if Sadie is done boring everyone with her tales of trying to find mister right and just getting mister tonight… let’s talk sample sale at Beau.” Spencer interrupted her friend. Sadie sighed ”I don’t know why you have to be like that S.J., everyone wants to find the one.” she complained. Spencer shook her head ”Not me, I mean first of all how tacky that you start glowing? Second, it’s rare to find your soul mate on a planet of eight billion people. Third, billions of people never meet their soul mate and manage to have happy love lives, look at my parents they’re like perfect.” she defended. She could tell that Sadie wanted to say something, but instead she held her tongue not wanting to be iced out by the queen bee on a Friday and sample sale day.
Spencer and her friends sat around talking about the sample sale and drinks, but opinions varied on where they should go after that. Some wanted to go to a more upscale martini bar and others wanted to go to a club; Spencer was the only one that mattered however and she wanted to see how she felt after Butter. So with nothing more accomplished than exchanging a few tid bits of gossip the bell rang. Standing up in her oxford heels Spencer steadied herself and then tossed her half-finished and lukewarm drink towards the waste bin. Instead of sailing in it splashed across the white shirt of a fellow student. Looking up she made a mock apologetic face to see who the victim was to see if she should apologize or not. Devin Greene, the school’s charity case happened to be the unfortunate victim ”Opps.” she said with no sound of repentance in her voice. She hadn’t meant to hit him, but she wasn’t exactly sorry that she had either. ”Ohmigawd S.J. you’re so mean.” Roni said knocking into her playfully. Spencer shrugged ”Well he was basically born in a barn so it’s not like he minds the filth.” she laughed walking into the building.
Going to her locker she spun in the combination and opened her locker. Removing her sunglasses she put them in her bag and removed her trig book and the notebook that she kept her assignments and notes in. Looking in the mirror that she kept in her locker she double checked that her hair and makeup were still as perfect when she left the house. Closing the door she hugged the books to her blue blazered chest and moved towards her first period trigonometry class.
Spencer made it through the door just as the bell rang, as was her normal practice. Seats in trig class went in alphabetical order and she couldn’t help but notice the chair behind hers was empty when it should have contained Devan Greene who was always on time. The blonde didn’t feel bad for a single second as she slid into her chair. The teacher had just finished the morning announcements and started to call out attendance when Devan entered into the room, a large spot on his chest where he had cleaned off the latte; as he passed Spencer smiled sweetly at him.
After the teacher was finished calling row she picked up the graded homework and started to pass it out the stacks. Spencer was the head of her row so hers was on top with a big red A. Removing it from the pile she turned around her eyes flicking down to see the same big red A on Devan’s paper. It annoyed her that he was allowed to get the same grade as she was so she just released the stack sending the leaflets fluttering to the ground. ”Miss Gann! That was extremely uncalled for, now help Mr. Greene pick those up.” the teacher reprimanded. Of course that little brownnoser was already collecting the assignments.
Leaving her seat Spencer crouched down careful not to flash anyone as she started to help pick up the paper stack. Reaching out for a paper her milky hand landed on top of Devan’s hand as he reached for the same one that she had. Warmth started to spread throughout Spencer’s body starting from her chest. A soft pink glow filled the room in a steady pulse and the room fell silent as everyone realized that they were witnessing a soul mate bonding. Though she had no interest in being bonded it was still rare and it would by hot gossip by the time second period hit so she looked trying to find the source of the light when she realized that it was coming from her own chest as well as Devan’s. She felt her eyes go wide with horror ”Oh I don’t ******** think so.” she said moving to shove him away from her. Instead of him rocking back she felt herself stopped by his lean muscled frame, the proximity making the glowing pulsate faster ”I’d rather die.” she whispered.
Ahriiman
Lover
Living in a small town you start your vices pretty early. While most of his friends took up either drinking or drugs, Deven stuck to cigarettes. He didn’t like how drinking weakened his senses and he was paranoid of taking the wrong pill or smoking the wrong blunt, so nicotine was his escape. Those little “cancer sticks” as his mom calls them are what keeps him calm and steady-especially in the most stressful situations. This is why you can always catch Deven before and after school with a stick between his lips and lighter in hand. If you don’t well, you must have s**t timing.
The brunette took one final drag of the tobacco-nicotine mix before putting it out as he turned the corners that lead him onto his school’s campus. From his apartment complex it took about fifteen minutes to get to school-just long enough to finish off two cigarettes, calm his anxieties and convince himself to not throw himself into oncoming traffic. If you haven’t figured it out yet, Deven-like many other teens his age, hates his school. Don’t get him wrong the school its self is amazing, hell it’s the most prestigious private school in Manhattan-a diploma from here is a guarantee to any college you want. Deven worked his a** off to get a scholarship for his senior year and so far academically he hasn't been disappointed. His only complaints are the students. They’re all snotty, over privileged, self-indulged, narcissistic assholes. He has yet to find one decent person in the three months he’s attended. Or, you know, at least one that will voluntarily talk to him.
As if almost on queue; Just as he was to reach the stairs, Deven halted as a sudden splash of warm liquid hit his torso. What the fu- ”Well he was basically born in a barn so it’s not like he minds the filth. Devens head shot up at the comment and all thoughts ceased as he watched the chai loving culprit walk up the stairs. Of ******** course he thought bitterly, Spencer Gann: the current bane of his existence. Deven has always been taught to respect women, to never raise your voice and honor their opinions. However, Spencer was a spoiled little girl and if she was on fire and Deven had a glass of water, he would toast to the ashes. He knew it was terrible to think such thoughts, especially towards a person who couldn't help their upbringing but this girl had made Devens life hell the moment he stepped foot on campus. Snapping out of his thoughts Deven looked around at the small audience drawn to the scene. With a sudden rush of heat drawn to his face, the brunette quickly made his way up the stairs to the building and into the closest bathroom he could find.
With the sink running as background noise, Deven was left with his thoughts as he stood there scrubbing desperately to get the tea out of his shirt. Why the hell does she hate me so much? He thought, recoiling on their first encounter. All I did was ask if her parents were fans of The Hills, how was I supposed to know she wouldn't find it funny?
On the first day, like many Deven was nervous. So when he was sat behind someone named Spencer, what other way was he expected to break the ice? Looking back, if he had just stuck to the stupid polar bear joke, none of this would've happened. But, he didn't. He opened his mouth, pissed off the queen b***h “SJ” and became the most unwelcome guest in school history. Within hours Spencer had anything and everything there was on Deven. He remembered that day she thought it would be “nice” of her to introduce the new student at lunch. He distinctly remembered the smug grin she had as she announced he was the new “charity case” and that they should all be nice since he was from the “back woods” and having a hard time adjusting to “normal society”. After that little scene he became as horrid as the black plague. No one wanted to be seen with the new resident hick, especially when that hick was Spencer’s new target.
It didn't matter that he knew how to dress better than them or was smarter than them, no. He was from a small town in Georgia, grew up in middle class from a single mother, smoked, and had both tattoos and piercings-a huge faux pas in their “elitist society”. Whatever. Deven turned off the faucet and looked in the mirror to survey the damage. He was able to get the tea out, but he was now spotting a huge wet stain. The brunette shrugged it off It should be dry by second period. Realizing he had already missed a good couple minutes of first period, he had no need to rush. Once he finished cleaning up his mess in the bathroom, Deven started to make his way towards trigonometry.
The teacher was in the middle of giving roll as Deven entered the classroom. He offered up a polite apology smile before taking his seat behind the smirking blonde. Well she’s certainly satisfied with herself he thought annoyed as he slumped back into his chair. Moving Spencer from his thoughts, Deven kept his eyes on the teacher as she finished roll and started passing out the graded homework. He was always anxious to get back grades, especially when they had to go through the hands of Spencer Gann first. He wouldn't put it past her if she tried some-
As if on cue again, chocolate-brown eyes watched as the stack of papers fluttered to the ground besides his table. Letting out a very deep and audible sigh directed up front, the brunette dropped to the ground and began collecting the mess of papers. To his surprise the teacher made Spencer help clean up, not like it mattered-he’d end up doing it all anyway. He already had a good handful when the queen finally crouched down to help. She had picked up two pieces of paper before their hands brushed and she stopped, annoyed he was about to tell her to get over herself, but when he looked up he was suddenly at a loss of words. There was a soft pink glow coming from Spencers chest. [********] He was so caught up on the glow from Spencer to realize that the same glow was coming from his chest as well. Double ********] ”Oh I don’t ******** think so.” Looking up from his chest with eyes wide Deven watched as Spencer tried to shove him away from her but... stopped? Why did she stop? Why is she touching me? His heart started beating at an alarming rate from the contact, his breathing became heavy and he finally started to comprehend what this all meant.
No no no no no no no, this can’t be happening! Not with her! She has to be playing some prank. This can’t be happening. Realizing her hands were still on his chest, Deven knocked them off as he abruptly stood from his spot. Surveying the room the possibility that this was some prank became very slim as he realized that everyone was just as shocked as they were. She didn't plan this. This is real. ********] Dropping the papers still in hand, Deven combed both his hand through his thick mop of hair and stared down at Spencer. After a few needed seconds to calm down, Deven was able to speak. "I can't be around you right now" He muttered down to her as he dropped his arms and moved to dig into his backpack. He fished out a pack of Newports with a Bright red lighter and made his way out of the room; he heard his teacher yell something but he didn't care, he just really needed to smoke.
He never realized how great fresh air was until he stepped out of that building. Taking a seat on the first step Deven set down the pack and rested his head in his hands. Bonding was such a weird thing. You could meet your soul mate at any given time and it changes your life forever. He knew it was out there, and yeah he wished that he would be able to find his soul mate one day, but it's just so rare he never imagined it would actually happen. He especially never imagined it would happen with someone like... like her. Lifting his head up from his hands he picked up the Newports pack and took out a cigarette. Placing it between his lips he brought his hands up to the end and lit it enabling him to take a very long, very needed drag. His nerves were still a bit shocked but this was helping. Yeah, this was helping a lot. Taking another drag, he looked around the outside campus and just took it all in. It all felt so surreal. Ten minutes and another cigarette later, Deven had made a decision was finally calm enough to go back into the building. He was going to have to go back home. There's no way he could stay here and be bonded to her. He was going to have to talk to the dean, explain he doesn't want the scholarship anymore and just.... leave. Easy. With a satisfied sigh the brunette stood up and started brushing himself off, making sure to put his pack in his back pocket.
Just walk in there, go to the deans, go home, pack, and leave.It seemed easy enough as long as he didn't run into Spencer he should be fine. Crossing his arms over his chest to hide the glow, Deven made his way into the building. With all these thoughts going through his head, Deven found it hard to pay attention. So he wasn't all that surprised when he collided with someone. Taking a step back with an apology on the tip of his tongue-Deven halted. He was not expecting to see her, especially so soon. "Spencer" he muttered as he locked eyes with her crystal blue ones. His body started heating up again and the glowing seemed to get more vibrant. He wanted to move, to say something, but the only thing he could even think was 'spencerpencerspencerspencer'. So much for his plan. ********.
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- Devan was solid and warm, not like she was used to but it was nice. ’What the ******** is wrong with me?’ she silently questioned herself. It was the stupid soul mate bonding. Spencer weighed one ten soaking wet so as Devan brushed her hands away the movement sent her back onto her well sculpted behind. There was a sharp stinging in her chest and the none too familiar sensation of tears welling up in her eyes. Was he rejecting her? He released the papers sending them fluttering to the floor once more, he was definitely rejecting her. She watched as he left the room, who the hell did he think he was? Rejecting her? She was Spencer ******** Jane Gann. Pushing herself up she grabbed her Chanel boy purse and moved to the door ”Miss Gann, where do you think you’re going?” the teacher asked her looking alarmed that she had lost such total control. Spencer didn’t pause or turn to look so people wouldn’t be able to see the tears in her eyes ”To the washroom and then wherever I want.” her tone daring the woman to stop her.
She didn’t think so. Spencer left the room and made a straight beeline for the restrooms. Going into the first stall she locked it and leaned against the cool metal door. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a pack of Camel menthol Silvers with a shaking hand and removed one. After she popped the little ball in the filter she lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale, her hand steadying somewhat. What was she going to do? What could she do? This wasn’t some problem that she could throw money at nor could her Daddy threaten it away. The more she smoke she inhaled the more the glowing started to fade and go away. Maybe she could just ignore this. As she thought entered her mind there was a pain in her chest as Devan’s face flashed through her mind, the warm solidness of him. She couldn’t just wish this away; there had to be something that she could do. Some doctor that she could see. Pulling out her phone she selected the driver’s line ’Get here now. I’m ill.’ she sent shoving the phone back into her purse.
”S.J.?” Sadie’s voice came softly ”Roni and Tasha, texted me.” she said. Spencer blew out a stream of smoke and then plunged the cigarette into the toilet bowl and flushed it away. ”Oh yeah? What exactly did they text you?” Spencer questioned angrily opening the restroom stall hard. ”You know about Devan and yo-“ she started but Spencer cut her off by slapping her hard across the face. ”There is no Devan and me, do you understand me?” she asked hotly. Sadie’s bronzed cheek was red from the hit, tears in her eyes ”S.J. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad. I just I thought…” her friend babbled. Spencer rolled her eyes ”God, get out of my way Sadie, you’re so useless.” the blonde hissed pushing past the other girl.
Spencer felt her bag vibrate and knew that the driver was telling her he would soon be there to pick her up. Going to her locker she opened it with muscle memory and shoved her books back into their spot. Checking her reflection in the mirror she noticed her eye liner was a little smudged and used the pad of her thumb to erase the errant lines. There she was perfect again. Turning around she hit something solid and gave a soft grunt. Looking up found Devan eyes locking with hers; how many times had she called them s**t brown, now they seemed deep and earthy. ’What the [********] is wrong with me?’ she questioned once more, she was definitely ill. ”You’re coming with me.” she said snapped ignoring the pulsating in her chest. Grabbing a fist full of his shirt she tried to ignore desperately the thin strip of flesh is exposed between his pants and navel, but she couldn’t and missed his vague protest. ”Look, I’m sure you and I can both agree this is a huge mistake and we are going to see someone about fixing it. So I repeat: You. Are. Coming. With. Me.” she said tugging on him.
Spencer was sitting as far away from Devan in the back of the town car as she could manage. Pulling out her Camel’s she lit one and rolled down the window. ”Did you call Doctor Tennant?" she asked the driver as she blew out a stream of smoke, her blazer closed tightly trying to hid the pulsing from her chest. ”Yes Miss. He is expecting you, though I don’t know if that is something he can fix.” was the answer. Spencer snorted ”I don’t recall asking you what you thought, just drive.” she replied her tone full of annoyance. Looking over at Devan she wet her lips again ”Obviously I’ll cover whatever expense our little cure is going to cost—oh you can’t smoke in here.” she said catching him as he pulled out a rumpled pack of Newports. ”Because, those are cheap and disgusting. Here if you must take one of mine.” she said flippantly tossing one of her own menthol’s his way.
Ahriiman
Lover
Thinking about it, there were a lot of guys who would kill to be in Devens spot. To have Spencer Gann’s soft hands around their shirt, to be able to smell the vanilla in her hair, to even have the chance to be in the same car as her would make their day. In this case however, Deven was not like most guys. His face was bright red and the glowing only seemed to be growing stronger; the situation was humiliating. He was already seen around school as her favorite punching bag but her dragging him through the hall by his shirt took it to a whole other level. It was like a child being dragged to the bathroom for misbehaving in public or some pet who s**t on the rug. “Look, I’m sure you and I can both agree this is a huge mistake and we are going to see someone about fixing it. So I repeat: You. Are. Coming. With. Me.”Those words were like music to his ears as he was pulled into a town car; to have Spencer on the same page was certainly a silver lining.
The car was easily the most expensive and certainly awkward car he's ever been in. Having her space herself as far away from him was no problem, hell he’d prefer to sit in the front seat- no, it was the glowing that lit up the backseat is what made tension grow with every passing second. Deven locked eyes with the driver as Spencer spoke to him. Poor guy, he probably has to put up with her s**t every day with little to no gratification. He must be paid a lot. It took a second for Deven to realize that if they were to actually go through with this whole bonding thing, that within a few years he’d be just like that poor sack up front. Hell. No. He couldn’t go through with the idea of being some spoiled brats play thing just because their chests glow when they’re near each other. It didn’t matter how pretty her hair was, how nice her legs looked in a skirt, or how she was able to smoke menthol with lit- … Wait what?
Deven had been so caught up in his thoughts he didn't even realize that Spencer took lit up a cigarette. I knew I smelled smoke on her one day… I bet she’s just doing it to piss off her parents. Deven watched as she took another breath from the glowing stick before speaking again. I don’t know.. maybe not, I bet she gets stressed out a lot with school and having to maintain everything… She might not be that bad He thought sympathetically before pulling out his own pack. “-those are cheap and disgusting. Here if you must take one of mine.” Nevermind.
Looking down at the pack of camels tossed into his lap, Deven for once lost the urge to fill his lungs with s**t. He licked his lips in annoyance as he looked up into pale blue eyes. Choosing his words carefully, Dev was finally able to speak. “Look Spencer.. Spenec” He started off with an awkward chuckle “We don’t need to go to some doctor, we don’t need to go tell our parents, and.. we don’t even have to see each other.. again” The last part was a bit shaky but he put up a reassuring smile none the less, he just didn't know if it was for him or her. “I don’t want to be with you just as much as you don’t want to be with me.” That part sent a little nerve to his chest, but it wasn’t like it was true. “You can get the car to turn around, drop me off at my apartment, I’ll pack and go back home and you can go back to school and tell everyone what a hilarious prank this was. Nobody has to know.. We.. Don’t have to see each other again… and… just go on without lives.” That was a lot harder to say out loud then it was in his head. “Our parents don’t know, they don’t have to know. You’ll be able to dispel any rumors at school and this will all seem like a bad dream” He told her with an awkward grin. He had always wanted to find his soul mate, he wanted to be able support her and the family they would create, and he most importantly wanted to be in love with her. But with Spencer, it just wasn't possible. She was too controlling, too bossy, too demanding, and too beautiful... he had to stop this. Every minute they spent in that car together, the harder it was for him to see why moving back to Georgia was the best option.
“It’s just… we both know what this would mean, and I’m sure… this would be the best option” he told her in an almost whisper as he handed her back the pack of camels. His sight was averted so he wouldn't have to look her in the face. Deven sat there for a a few minutes staring at the floorboard waiting for a reply that just didn't come. Taking that as his answer, the brunette moved up in his seat and gave the driver the address to his apartment in hushed tone. With Spencer saying nothing, the driver complied-something Deven was forever grateful for. Twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes till i'll be home and this will all be over with.
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- Spencer continued to suck on her cigarette; he was being a complete moron. Everyone wanted to be with her, she was a walking wet dream. Not only that, but no one would believe that it was a prank, because Spencer Jane didn’t get pranked and no one would believe that she was in on it. Not to mention that his absence would all but confirm that it was true because he was being hidden away from everyone. But it was more than that; couldn’t he feel how upsetting the idea of him leaving for Georgia was? It would never work, because while people lived their lives without finding their soul mate perfectly happy because that person didn’t have a name or a face to them and probably never would. This was different; they were very real to one another. And lastly there was no way that her parents weren’t going to know. The driver didn’t just get paid to make sure Spencer got where she wanted to safely, but to keep her parents updated on what she was doing. She could try and threaten him into silence, but Spencer suspected that the only person the driver feared more than her was her father. His plan was hopeless, but she needed to let him figure that out for himself.
Hearing the cellophane crinkle she looked over and saw him offering her pack back to her. Reaching out she was careful not to touch him as she took them back. Her hand was trembling and she realized that she needed another. Using the butt of the first she lit another cigarette and sat back against the leather seat blowing smoke out of the cracked window. As he gave the address for his apartment Spencer gave a shrug as if to say ‘I don’t care’, but it was the furthest thing from the truth. She did care.
Picking up her phone she scrolled through aimlessly trying to get together a game plan. She couldn’t go back to school, not today, there would be no way she could focus. She didn’t want to see her parents, they would be thrilled to hear the news; they would want to meet the lucky young man and throw a bonding party, then an engagement party, then who knew what else party they would throw to parade the lucky young couple in front of their friends to rub their noses in it. She couldn’t face her friends, they would just go on and on about how lucky she was to have bonded. ”Actually, take me to the Drake first, and then you can take him wherever he needs to go. After that I want you to go to school and retrieve my assignments and things.” she ordered sitting up a little realizing that was the only place she could bury her head in the sand.
The car was idling in front of the luxe Drake Hotel. The blonde looked over at Devan ”Good luck in Georgia and that barn you were born in.” Spencer tried for sharp but her voice wavered in weakness. Not waiting for the driver to make his way to her door she burst out of the car towards the revolving glass doors. Walking up to the reception desk she pulled out her wallet, fumbling as she fought the urge to look back. ”I’d like my usual suite.” she said to the clerk sliding him her i.d. and black AMEX card. The Drake was Spencer’s typical escape and she was there quite frequently. They knew she was underage, but the money she dropped there made them eager to look the other way. ”Unfortunately Miss Gann you’re suite is being serviced at the moment, it should be shortly however. If it would please you the bar is open and any drinks you have while waiting will be on the house for the inconvenience.” the clerk told her with his best smile hoping that he hadn’t angered her. Spencer tossed her long white blonde hair over her shoulder ”After the morning I’ve had nothing would please me more.” she told him.
i get a feeling i’ve never, never, never knew
Spencer was on her third or maybe it was her fourth martini, she couldn’t remember. What she could remember was Devan, how they had bonded, and how he had run all the way back to Georgia. The concierge had informed her that her suite was ready whenever she wanted to go up; all she wanted to do was drink. She was ignoring her phone because no one had seen her since first period and now it was lunch. Spencer didn’t care; let those losers run their own damn lives for once. ”You know when I’m on the New York Supreme Court it will be illegal for a woman as beautiful as you to drink alone.” a smooth voice cut in causing her to look up from the phone in her hand. Spencer looked at the man, he was exactly her type. He was wearing a perfectly tailored Dolce and Gabbana and in his mid-twenties, probably Ivy League educated, athletic, and good looking. Spencer drained her glass and nodded for another as the put his hand on her knee leaning in close to whisper in her ear ”This one is on me beautiful, you know I have a room upstairs.” he was practically purring. Typically she would have been turned on, but he was doing nothing for her. He wasn’t Devan. ”Thanks, but no thanks. I’m taken.” she said shoving him away. Looking to the bartender she shook her head ”Actually, that one’s for you. I’m going to my suite.” Spencer stated standing up and teetering on her heels towards the lobby.
Ahriiman
Lover
Ten minutes. It took ten minutes to get to the hotel. Ten minutes of watching Spencer squirm in her seat-obviously just as comfortable as he was, to realize that there’s no way he could go back to Georgia. It may have seemed like the easiest scenario, but there’s just no way. Deven could do this. He didn’t even care about that stupid little comment Spencer made as she hurried from the car. While she is definitely the worst possible match for him, she was his ultimate match. She was his end game; there was no way of denying it.
Deven watched Spencer rush into the building as the car pulled off. He just realized he had never considered her feelings in all this, he just kind of figured she was pissed that she got stuck with someone like him and didn’t want to deal with any of it. But seeing her reaction and how she practically fled from the car, he just kind of felt like a douche. Especially with him talking about leaving and how he didn’t want to be around her. He had to make it right; they needed to properly sit down and talk about what was going to happen. If they were going to do this, they needed to do it right. The whole bonding process, dating, the eventual marriage, they just needed to be on the same with everything. He cringed at the amount of parties and couple s**t they were going to have to go through. He wondered if her family would even like him. If Spencer couldn't stand to be in the same room as him-he could only imagine her family. Dev didn't even know how he would tell his mother. She wasn't exactly thrilled with him moving out here in the first place, and now he’s going to have to tell her he’s found “the one” in the place she never even wanted him to go to. She’ll be ecstatic about the whole bonding thing sure, but he could already hear her nagging in the back of his mind. She and Spencer would get along.
As the car idled up to the curb in front of his building, Deven formed a plan. He had to go back to the Drake and find out where Spencer went. First however, he had to go change. There was no way they would allow him to even step foot that place with how’s he dressed. After convincing the driver that it would “be in Spencers best interest” and that she would be thrilled if her “soul mate” were to go back and see her, he had finally agreed to wait a few minutes for Deven to go up and change. He already knew what he would wear: The leather jacket his friends all got him as a going away present, the shirt he had bought with the money his mom sent so he could “blend in more”, and the shoes he had worn to his Junior prom. It definitely wasn’t the nicest, but Deven was able to clean up pretty damned good. If he didn’t look like a customer, he would at least look like someone’s assistant. Once dressed, Dev ran back outside and hopped into the town car, instructing the driver to go back to the Drake.
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He definitely did not belong here. While the doorman may have thought he did with his clothes and the fancy town car he stepped out of. Deven could just feel like he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Maybe this was a mistake; he didn’t even really know where to look for Spencer. There’s no way the receptionist would give out her information. He could show her his chest and tell her how they were meant to be, but that would just get him kicked out. s**t.
“Look I’ve already told you- I’m. Not. Interested.” Pierced ears perked instantly at the very shrill, very familiar voice. It was spencer, and she was very annoyed. He had run through the lobby and turned the corner that led to the bar to witness a tipsy Spencer and a very touchy creep who seemed to not be getting the picture. “C’mon you don’t have to be such a b***h abo-“ The guy never got to finish his sentence. He shouldn't have tried grabbing her and he really shouldn't have called her a b***h; if the dude would have just stopped while he was ahead, Deven wouldn't be standing before him with a hurt fist. [********, that hurt!” he exclaimed as he tried shaking out his hand. He really should have thought about punching a guy twice his first, it may seemed like a bad a** gesture but he didn't want his hand to be hurt over it. Deven watched as the guy tried to take in what just happened; he was sure the dude would kick his a**, but he wasn't going to give him that chance. Grabbing Spencers arm with his good hand, Dev made a dashing escape towards the elevators. He only looked back as the doors started shutting and the button for the top floor was pushed.
Once he felt the elevators start to move, Deven finally looked over at Spencer, who turned out to be staring right back at him. He wanted to say something, "hello" "sorry I freaked out in the car" "some punch right?", but none of those came out as he watched Spencer tried to balance herself in the elevator. She was a bit drunk. This pissed Deven off far more than the douche at the bar. “What the ******** spencer?” He asked turning towards her, “Why in the hell have you been drinking at” he paused to take a look at his watch, [******** one o’clock in the afternoon? Do you know how stupid that it?” He tried looking at her eyes, but she wouldn't bring them to meet his. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Deven ran his hand though his thick hair and took a deep breath. “If we want this to work” he started off softly, “You can’t do this s**t anymore; I don’t care if you smoke or party or talk down to your shitty friends. But you can’t be getting drunk to run from stuff you don't want to deal with. You’re seventeen Spence. Stop trying to act like you’re in your thirties.” It felt pretty good to finally be able to talk to her like they were some-what equals for once.
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- ”Hey, come on don’t be like that. You don’t look very taken.” the man said following after wrapping his hands around her hips. Spencer shook her head ”Look I said not interested so go wait from some other girl to prey on.” she told him shoving him away. ”Come on, I’m a nice guy.” he protested still not wanting to let her leave. ”Look I’ve already told you- I’m. Not. Interested.” she told him her tone annoyed, but also a little afraid, wasn’t anyone going to stop this creep from molesting her right on the ground floor of the hotel? ”C’mon you don’t have to be such a b***h abo—“ before she knew what was going on Devan was there slugging the guy in the face like a gray and blue lightning strike, boom creeper down. Spencer couldn’t believe it, the other guy as a lot more built than Dev as a result of the more than likely ten year age gap. ”Are you okay?” she asked in a small voice as Devan shook his hand. ”What the [********] the man asked rubbing his square jaw as he started to realize what had happened. Apparently it took him by just as much surprise as it had taken her.
As he started to get up Devan grabbed her arm and rushed them towards the elevator. Inside the lift Spencer pressed herself against the back wall looking at him. She was impressed, it was just the right mix of bravado and brains to make him seem dashing, and the outfit wasn’t hurting either. Spencer was always giving him s**t about how he dressed and being poor, but he actually had style and it was really working for him. He was like a real life knight in shining armor or Prince Charming. Only perfect princes and knights didn’t shout at their fair maidens. Tears welled up in her eyes ”It’s a Friday…” she said trying to defend herself looking down at her black oxfords. It felt like getting reamed by her father, all the yelling and disappointment. It wasn’t until he lowered his voice and took a softer tone that Spencer felt like she could meet his gaze ”You think I don’t know how ******** up I am? Why do you think I do this? I’m supposed to be perfect little doll all the time. I don’t have any real friends just people that want to ******** me or fear me or some screwed up combination of the two. If I’m not a b***h then I’m everyone’s doormat!” she hadn’t meant to yell at him, it wasn’t his fault. The doors to the elevator opened and she moved past him ”It’s not like you’d understand, no one gets it.” she said softly as she wiped her eyes. Moving to the door of her suite she fumbled with the key card ”Maybe you should go back to Georgia, I’m damaged goods and that’s all I’ll ever be.” she said shaking her head.
Hearing him sigh behind her she figured that he had given up; he was taking her advice and leaving her like a bruised peach at the farmer’s market. If it was even possible Spencer became even clumsier as she tried to slid the card into the slot. Devan’s solid warmth came from behind as he deftly took the card from her hands and unlocked the door to the suite. Walking into the room the girl turned and put on her best pout ”Stay with me?” she asked ”I don’t want to be alone.” she told him. It wasn’t exactly true, if it would have been anyone else standing there she would have sent them away claiming she needed solitude.
Wiggling her toes after freeing her feet from her heels she looked at Devan before pushing him back onto the bed. Typically she would have asked him for a foot rub that would lead to a back rub, and then clothes would start to come off. Instead she sat down folding her legs under herself pulling the room service menu into her lap ”Let’s get some food, I’m hungry.” she sighed looking over the pages. After they had ordered Spencer laid down on the large California king bed and looked up at him. One of his tattoos was peeking out from the hem of his cuff. If Spencer had called his tattoos trashy once she had said it a million times. Now they seemed different, he seemed different; new. ”Tell me about your tattoos, I want to see them.” she told him brushing the mark with her finger tips ”Did it hurt?”
Ahriiman
Lover
Everything was turning out to be so surreal. One minute he was watching Spencer break down in an elevator and the next he’s sitting next to her on a bed ordering food. He wanted to pinch himself to see if this day was just some dream, but he couldn't bring himself to do it just in case it was. The more alone time they were spending together the more intimate they seemed to get. He felt the urge to spill his guts out to her. So when she started asking, it wasn’t very difficult.
Deven shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his cuff to his elbow, showing off all three of his tattoos. “This one” he started as he pointed to the blue skull, “was to piss off my mom” Dev shot her a tooth grin before looking back down to his forearm “I was fifteen, and I thought it looked so bad-a**. Well, my mom wouldn’t let me get it till I was seventeen, so out of my teenage rebellion I went and got it that night. Hurt like a b***h too.” He chuckled, “and I’m not talking about the needle-my mom beat my a** so hard for that. So now, I have a blue crystal looking skull on my forearm just because I thought I was grown and wanted to make my mom mad. I was such a brat” He finished with a grin as he looked back down to Spencer; he was pretty sure he saw a grin on her face as well.
He moved his arm to where it was laying on its side, showing both the tattoos. “The summer before moving out here was really rough.” He began, his eyes traveling back to his wrist as his tone quickly grew somber. “My best friend Josh was in a bad car accident…” he paused. “So my friends and I got this one” he explained as he pointed to the “time” on his inner wrist, “to remind us that our deaths are never set in stone and that we need to make our time here count.” Turning his wrist over, he ran this finger over the Taurus bull. “Josh was a huge astro nerd. He loved all that horoscope s**t and- “ He was smiling but it never met his eyes. “- as my own personal way of honoring him, I got his sign.” Josh was like his brother and it hurt to talk about him. But with Spencer, it felt right. “His death was a big factor in me taking the scholarship opportunity. I just couldn't stand being in that town anymore." He wanted to spill his guts out to her. He wanted to tell her about his first heart break, about how much he misses his hometown-no matter how shitty it was and about how much he hates his dad. But he felt as if those stories were for another day.
He looked back down to Spencer, her face was nearly blank. Deven thought it was cute watching her as the wheels were turning in her head. He didn’t want to break their comfortable silence, but there had been a question on the tip of his tongue ever since he had met the girl. “Why do you care so much about what people think about you? Like, I know it’s how your society is and all, but why go through so much trouble for people who don’t give two shits about you?” His voice was soft as he spoke to her. “After all that s**t you talked about me do you really think any of those people will let you live it down? You’re so much better than they are, I just don't understand why you need to hang around them.” He finished as he moved from sitting up to lying next to Spencer. Without thinking Deven asked the second question that's been on his mind: What did I do to make you hate me so much?. He hadn't meant for it to come out so bitter, but when asking a question like that-there's not really an appropriate tone to have.
iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- The blonde rolled her eyes as Devan explained his first tattoo, the blue crystal skull; but she was also wearing a faint smile. She tried to picture him, fourteen and bratty rebelling against his mother. In her crowd they were taking Aston Martins and yachts out for joyrides instead of getting inked; it seemed dangerous but they weren’t in any real trouble. He was the real rebel. Next he moved on to the tattoo she had brushed her fingers against explaining the meaning of the word. Spencer swallowed searching his face; she could see the pain there still. She had never known anyone that had died and as much as it sounded heartless she couldn’t think of one person that she would still mourn after so much time. Even the pain of losing one of her parents would pass; they were more like passing ships in the night rather than a family. She didn’t know what to say to him or how to comfort him. Two thirds of his tattoos were so sad that all she wanted to do was make the pain go away, but she had no way to help him. It didn’t stop her from studying him and trying to think of some way to make it better. Spencer had nothing, all she could do was move so that her upper arm was touching his outer thigh; it wasn’t sexual, just I’m here for you.
The air between them changed and Spencer took a heavy sigh. He really didn’t understand how things worked; he was too brave to understand. ”Because I can’t fight against the current like you so I figure I might as well try to control it, control them.” she explained. She knew that it sounded dumb to someone like him, but it was all she had. Spencer snorted; she’d like to see a single person say a damn thing to her about Devan. She was the queen bee, the taste maker, the trend setter and if she said he was in he would be in and if anyone tried to question that she would end them socially so fast they would be doing an Exorcist impression. Warmth started in her core and spread through her body as a faint blush as Dev told her that she was better than their peers. Sure she had been telling herself that for years, but if felt different to the words pass through his mouth. As Devan moved to lay next to her, Spencer’s heart started to race. He was so close to her and they were being so intimate even though they weren’t fooling around; Spencer had never had that before.
Spencer sighed and chewed the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t that she hated him, or even disliked him it was a combination of things. He was new and he needed to be shown the pecking order; he also was poor which, was something that any of the elitist would have made fun of, maybe behind his back but it would have still been there; and she had always felt drawn to him. ”Devan, I don’t hate you—and I didn’t before.” she told him ”It’s just you were new and it was like hazing you know?” she asked. She could tell it wasn’t the answer he was looking for, or at least it didn’t justify the way she had treated him. Moving her hand she cupped his cheek ”I was just drawn to you; apparently for good reason.” she said softly and she moved closer to him ”I’m sorry I was terrible to you, and I know I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”. Spencer’s lids were closing over her blue eyes knowing she would be able to find his lips with her own when there was a loud knock at the door ”Room service.”. Spencer jumped putting distance between them instead of closing the gap and kissing him; it was as if they had been caught doing something naughty.
Moving off the bed the girl answered the door and allowed the attendant to come in. After he read their order and presented her with the little black book she signed a tip on top of the automatic eighteen percent gratuity and sent him on his way. Spencer was still tipsy; obviously she had been seconds away from kissing Devan. Picking up on of the metal domes she found her grilled chicken and wild rice and picked it up moving it to the glass top breakfast table in the suite. Moving to get her large bottle of sparkling mineral water she looked at Devan ”Lunch.” she said obviously feeling awkward after what had happened. Sitting down she cracked open the bottle and set the lid of the meal aside and started to eat.
As Spencer ate the food started to sober her, but it was also making her sleepy. She and Devan talked, but it was superficial about the food; it felt forced even with the words being few and far between. Spencer finished most of her food when she put the metal lid back on. Sitting back in her chair she watched Devan eat for several seconds chewing her bottom lip ”I’m going to lay down, and sleep the rest of this off. Plus you know it’s Friday so…” she said finally. While it was Friday her plans no longer seemed relevant; she just wanted out of the awkward situation that she had put herself in with Devan. ”The girls will come here looking for me eventually and want to go shopping and everything.” she started again standing up to put her plate back on the cart ”Or my Dad will call. Olaf no doubt has already told him all about… well you know.” she continued realizing vaguely that she had started to ramble. ”I really should lie down.” she repeated turning back to him with raised brows waiting for him to say or do anything.
ooc: new song
Ahriiman
Lover
This was awkward. Deven had just finished swallowing his last bite of food when Spencer announced her departure to the bedroom. He looked up intending watching her walk away; that is, until she turned around, which initiated the most awkwardly long staring contest in the history of Manhattan. It probably wasn't even more than a few seconds, but he could’ve sworn he started for at least five minutes. Not like it mattered. To be honest, he could have just sat and stared at her all day. He never liked the color blue before, but now it was turning out to be his favorite color. Plus, he loved watching Spencer squirm, it was just so unlike her. It was like watching a cat play fetch-it just didn't happen.
Deven wiped his mouth before scrambling to get up and immediately started to pat down his pockets as he started to look around the table. He should probably give her his number. Next to a note pad he found a cheap ballpoint pen. He looked up making sure Spencer was still there and he gave her a quick grin before writing down his ten digits on the pad. Ripping off the small sheet of paper, Deven strolled back over to Spencer and handed her his phone number. Should I kiss her? Hug her? What’s appropriate? Fist bump? No, she would probably get pissed. “Have a good nap, the next couple days will probably be exhausting. You’ll need all the energy you can get.”He told her as he leaned downed and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Nailed it. Giving one last awkward grin, Deven swiftly moved past her and collected his jacket from the bed. He shrugged it back on as he watched Spencer from behind read the scribbled numbers in her hand. Walking past her once again, he quickly left the hotel room without looking back. He knew if he did he wouldn't want to leave and if he didn't leave he probably have to run into her friends or overhear the conversation she’d have with her dad. He cringed at the thought of calling his own mom and telling her the news. He’d also have to call all his friends. Dev already imagined the s**t talking they’d do, especially after how much he bitched about the place-he would never be able to live this down.
Stuffing his hands inside this jacket, Deven waited patiently for the metal doors to slide open. The slight “bing” let him know to move forward, however he didn't really expect to anybody as he tried entering. He ran in to.....Sally? Jennifer?.... Tiffany? Deven honestly didn't know the names of Spencers friends, but he just ran into all three of them. If he thought lunch was awkward, this was full out uncomfortable. All three of the girls just stared at him as he waited for them to exit the metal box. It didn't stop. They never stopped staring. Even as they exited and Deven took their place, their eyes were fixed on him as if they were lions stalking their next piece of meat. It was very uncomfortable. Should he say hi? Maybe formally introduce himself? Do something other than stare? Thankfully he didn't have to do anything as the doors slid shut and started descending. Letting out a relieved sigh, Deven slumped back into the wall of the elevator. Looking around, it was weird to think that not even two hours ago in this same elevator-Deven was yelling at Spencer and watched her cry. Today was exhausting.
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Deven thanked the driver as he was dropped back off at his apartment complex. It was pretty cool to have driver waiting for him as he exited the building. Once he entered his room he immediately started to peel off his clothes before hanging them up again. Dev fished out his cell from the jacket before he hung it back up on the hanger it came from. He had two missed call from his mother and three texts from friends. He expected the slight blowup; it’s what happens when your phone is on silent and you spend most of the day shacked up in a hotel room. He checked the time before placing the phone on his dresser. While it was only 3:30, it felt like 7:30. He was exhausted.
Taking a quick shower, Deven decided to order dinner from his favorite Chinese place. Those fancy hotels always had tiny portions of their food and though it was great-Deven was starving. After placing his order he turned on Netflix and started re-watching episodes of Archer.
Two episodes in, his Chinese food finally arrived. Deven paused the show and started getting up from his spot when his phone Vibrated. He didn't even need to know the number to tell who it was. Dev didn't know that that much snark could even be delivered through text; of course, Spencer proved him wrong.
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iBoyWonder
Liberal Elder
- Spencer realized that she had been babbling because she couldn’t find the words for what she wanted to say. It wasn’t until Deven was giving her his number and leaving her that she knew what she wanted to say to him. As he pressed his lips against her cheek her heart started to flutter making her giddy in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol in her system. She wanted him to stay with her, to snuggle up with her in the big bed and be there with her as she napped. She wanted him to touch her and stroke her hair. Spencer Jane Gann absolutely wanted more of the feeling of his lips against her skin, and he knew it. She hated that grin he was giving her; he had all the power in the universe over her and he knew it. He ******** knew it and he was abusing it because just like that he was gone.
Spencer felt rejected and alone; the minibar was looking pretty damn appealing. But, she knew that Deven would be upset and even though he would probably never know it still felt dishonest to him. Instead she decided she really was going to sleep it off and then take a little retail therapy just to get her head on straight. Peeling off her knee highs she piled her skirt and blazer on top of them so that she was just in her boy shorts and white shirt as she crawled into the bed. Spencer’s heart started to race as she heard knocking at the door; Dev. He had come back for her and this time she wasn’t going to let him go so easily.
Spencer opened the door fully expecting to see Deven, instead Tasha, Sadie, and Roni were waiting for her. ”Just what were you two doing?” Roni asked wiggling her brows pushing her into the suite. ”What the ******** is that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked hotly. ”We just saw him leaving your suite and here you are practically naked.” Tasha said with a grin on her face. Spencer rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her friends ”As ******** if, get a grip this is Dirt Poor Deven Greene we are talking about here.” the words just fell out of her mouth. She was back in Queen Bee mode. Her friends didn’t look as if they were buying it; that was a first. ”Honestly, he is so exhausting that I had to take a nap to deal, which you three are totally interrupting.” she said letting anger slip into her voice. All three of them stopped making cocktails from the mini bottles from the minibar; that was more like it.
she’s so mean
Spencer allowed her friends to get a buzz going while she changed in the bathroom into clothes they had brought for her. While she was alone she saved Dev’s number into her smart phone. They weren’t even friends on Facebook so all she had for him was the blue headed default picture. As she sat looking at it she felt like a complete a*****e; why had she said those things about him? Spencer would have given anything to have it been him on the other side of the door instead of her friends. It wasn’t until the other girls grew restless that she left the bathroom and decided that they should go out and start their weekend.
Olaf was waiting dutifully to drive them where Spencer wanted to go and this time in the SUV as she had instructed that morning. As always the driver held to door for them, but held Spencer back ”Your father would like you to call him before you get too drunk tonight.” he informed her. Spencer knew what was coming. After they arrived at Beau she sent her friends in without her so that she could call her father. He had heard, probably from Olaf, that she had bonded with her soul mate. He then informed her that both she and Deven were expected for an informal dinner tomorrow night so that they could plan their bonding party. He didn’t ask how she felt or anything about him, just what he expected of them and she had no choice but to comply and neither did Deven; he just didn’t know it yet. Pulling out her phone she sent him a text telling him that he would be meeting her parents over dinner, that he should wear the best clothes that he had, and that Olaf would pick him up at four thirty on the dot wither he was ready or not. Olaf could be a rather imposing babysitter.
welcome to the circus babe
Spencer was sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles her hands folded in her lap. Kyle Gann was seated across her, his steely blue eyes trained down at the folder in front of him; ever so often he would make a displeased noise. ”I honestly expected better than this from you.” he said closing the file labeled D. Greene. Spencer looked down at her shoes and pursed her glossed lips, but said nothing. ”Of course what’s done is done so we will just have to spin this as best as we can won’t we?” he asked sharply. ”Yes Daddy.” Spencer nodded still looking down. ”Good, as long as we understand one another.” there was a heavy sigh and some papers shifting ”That’s all for now, go make yourself useful until your guest arrives.” her father said after a beat. Spencer nodded and rose silently and then got out of her father’s home office as fast as her heels would carry her.
Spencer returned to her lavish room and let go of the breath that she had been holding. Going to the bathroom she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked classic and breath taking in black and white; something her father would find acceptable. Making sure that her simple makeup looked tasteful she glanced at her phone knowing that Olaf would text any second letting her know that they had arrived. Spencer gave herself a spritz of Chanel when her phone vibrated letting her know that her guest had arrived. The blonde took a deep breath she steeled herself ”Well here we go.” she told her reflection before leaving for the foyer where they would be making the introductions.