Re: O'Brien, Leah?, Open
A party was the last place Leah wanted to be right now, but of course the obnoxious twins that had planned the last party had insisted on another party being held in the same place. The festivities hadn't even officially started yet. From her place near one of the doors, Leah could see people milling about, setting up tables, putting out refreshments, arranging a microphone and speakers in another corner of the room. For the talent show. Yeah, that was going to be a joke.
O'Brien was standing near the refreshment table, fiddling with some kind of fancy camera. Why had she told him she would be here? Certainly not because she genuinely wanted to be, that's for sure. If she were being completely honest with herself, her reason for being here was more out of spite than anything. All because of Brandon and what he'd posted via her computer on the intranet. It was a rash decision, telling O'Brien she'd spend time with him at this party. At the time, she'd just wanted to prove to people that she wasn't in love with Evan.
And then there was the fight she'd had with O'Brien over the forums the day before. Could it really be called a fight? An anger-fueled disagreement, definitely. All because some dumbass was insulting her. O'Brien had been trying to help, and how had she repaid him? More importantly, why was she feeling so ashamed for exploding at him like that? It wasn't like he didn't deserve it. Kissing her when she hadn't asked him to. Trying to push his way into her circle of friendship. Helping her and protecting her when she didn't need it... or didn't want to ask for it.
Leah felt ashamed and embarrassed. There wasn't any way around it. Her pride didn't want her to apologize, but her conscience? Her conscience wanted relief.
And that was how she found herself approaching O'Brien. Leah came to a stop beside him, determinedly not looking in his direction. She wasn't good with apologies. Especially when the person probably deserved one. How was she even supposed to start a conversation with him after what she'd said to him?
"How's your eye?" There. That wasn't so bad. They were words, at least. Relevant ones.