rhys cadwallader, bitches! (ex_tomfooler134) wrote in thedepository, @ 2010-02-14 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !2003, alicia spinnet, elijah chambers |
Characters: Eli Chambers and Alicia Spinnet
Setting: A deli by the training pitch, Valentine's day
Rating: There's a lot of swearing (24 f-bombs!) and probable violence
Summary: A slip over the journals means that Eli finds out that Alicia is having sex with someone else and Eli, well, let's just say that he's not very happy. Of course there are other issues at hand too.
He threw his stupid journal across the room. "What the fuck?" He repeated it again for what had to be the sixth time, only this time it was actually loud enough to carry through out most of the flat. Not that anyone was home to hear him. She would be home soon, probably grabbing lunch after training at that stupid deli she liked. Of course now instead of a harmless lunch he imagine her in the back of that stupid deli having sex with the man behind the counter. Maybe she was fucking her coach too. The bitch. He started to ramble to himself as he tugged on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, not giving a damn if they were clean or not, he just needed to get out of here, out of this flat because there were too many happy memories that now felt tainted.
"Since New Years. Un-fucking-believable." It wasn't really that long, but it was two nearly two months and he thought things were going well. But really it was worse, because it meant that she was going to leave him, just like everyone else in his life did. The worse part was than he actually tried with this one, against his better judgement too. He wanted it to work with her and now...well, fuck if she had the last word.
He had been nothing but faithful ever since they started down this path and that was no easy task. It wasn't that he was irresistible or through that women tripped over themselves to get into his pants, more like he just needed to be touched, needed to be needed, and for whatever reason Alicia in large part had been able to sate that particular urge, although if she was...well, not only did it make him look like a fool, it split the pieces of him that was that young boy who was abandoned by his family, who had all of those scars and cracks pulled open while he sat in Azkaban for a year. They had mended a bit, but they felt like they were splitting once more.
After he hastily threw on a pair of sneakers, he ran out of the flat. At first it was just running because he needed to do something, to somehow temper the anger and disgust, but eventually that running became a bit more guided. And it was an expected surprise when he found himself approaching the deli by the practice track and of course she was there. So, true to form. "Who was it, you fucking slag, who else are you fucking?" It probably wasn't the best sort of greeting as they were in public, but he didn't care. Right now, he was gunning for a fight and all the better if it turned physical.