stasia greeson (sunmyass) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-07-11 06:46:00 |
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Stasia was having a fantastic time out with Justin, but that wasn’t surprising. They’d been out several times together and they always seemed to have fun. Justin was a great guy. He was smart and ambitious and they had a lot in common. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about, but they could also have fun just hanging out, dancing or whatever. Tonight, he’d taken her to dinner at this cool place she hadn’t discovered on her own yet. She was impressed, even though he always seemed to know places like that. She knew it came from him living in LA his whole life, but she still liked it. Every place he took her to was new and interesting. After dinner, they’d just sat around talking before deciding to hit up a club. Once again, he took her to one she hadn’t been to before. There was a really good DJ tonight and she found herself dancing with him to song after song. She was parched, but she was loathe to stop dancing long enough to get something to drink when every song was one of those you just had to dance to. She’d get a drink after this one, she promised herself, but she’d been saying that for the last 5 songs now, at least. Justin liked showing her new places. Places he discovered over the years he lived in LA. They were places he lived and wanted to share with Stasia. He was certain she'd find them as incredible as he did. The more time Justin spent with Stasia, the more he liked her. They had discovered they had several things in common. The time he spent with her was never dull or boring. Stasia was interesting and smart and incredibly attractive. And that girl seemed to have as much stamina as she had personality. Not that he was complaining. He was more than happy to dance as many songs as she wanted with her. It hadn't been too terribly long since a sexy little blonde had approached him on the dance floor, but that was easily the last thing on his mind as he began to lead her toward the exit. She'd been straight forward about what she wanted from him, and he was more than happy to oblige. It didn't matter that they'd just met. "Ever been fucked by a black man, baby?" he purred into her ear. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk when she shook her head. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." Ethan had come to Los Angeles with the intention of telling Stasia that he wasn't going to put up with her dating other people. Unfortunately, he hadn't worked up the courage to do that. He didn't think that anyone could blame him for that, though. His life was going to change if he admitted that he only wanted her to want him. "You know what they say, don't you, ba.." He fell silent when he caught sight of Stasia. She was beautiful.. beyond beautiful.. gorgeous.. indescribable. A slight smile moved over his features, but it disappeared the second he realized that she wasn't alone. "Be right back," he told the girl at his side before he stalked over to the dancing couple. When he tapped the guy on the shoulder, he thought seriously about punching him in his douchey fucking face, but he decided to go with something a little less hostile. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked. One more song, Stasia had told herself. Then she was going to get some water. She was parched. In the mean time, she let herself enjoy the music and Justin's company. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him. He was a really great guy, after all. Exactly the kind of guy she'd always seen herself with. That's what she thought, anyway. He was the kind of guy she'd always thought she wanted. "Go right ahead," Stasia told Ethan with a roll of her eyes when he interrupted and asked if he could cut in. "I'm going to get something to drink, anyway." Obviously, she knew he hadn't been asking to dance with her date, but she couldn't help himself. Given the things he'd said about Justin over the journals, she didn't imagine his motives were innocent in interrupting their dance and at the moment she didn't really care to stick around and find out. Besides, she wasn't lying about needing a drink. It might be a slight exaggeration of reality, but she felt as though she might die of thirst if she didn't drink something immediately. Without waiting for a response, she leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Justin's cheek before turning and walking quickly toward the bar. Ethan flashed Stasia a large, charming grin when she finally turned to look at him. That grin faded when she stormed off, though. What the... why was she always so difficult? It was annoying, really. Most of the time, he couldn't help but wonder if she liked him at all. Then she kissed him... how fucking annoying. There had been a chance of him liking her companion, but that faded in an instant. "Give us a minute, alright," he instructed the other black man. Rather than waiting for the douche to respond, he rushed off after his friend. "Stasia," he called. "Wait." Moments later, he'd caught up with her. She was in the process of ordering a drink, so he waited patiently for her to finish. As soon as the bartender had walked away, though, he was speaking. "What the hell? That's the douche you've been seeing?" That probably wasn't the best way to start a conversation, but he wasn't exactly thinking about that. Stasia hadn't stormed off. She had been thirsty. She had wanted to get something to drink. She'd been parched before she'd even known he was here. She didn't slow her steps as he called after her, but she wasn't trying to put more distance between them either. She merely wanted to get to the bar and get herself some water. Maybe he'd missed the memo, but she was really thirsty. Stasia rolled her eyes as she took a long swing of the water bottle the bartender had handed her. She'd considered an actual drink, but as thirsty as she was right now, she figured water would be a better idea. And of course Ethan was insulting Justin. She'd been seeing him for awhile now and she really liked him. She really didn't know what had crawled up Ethan's ass, but she didn't much care, either. Ethan didn't have to like the guy. He wasn't making out with him. "That's the nice guy I've been seeing," she corrected him. She knew she should just ignore him, but she'd never been very good at doing that. Ethan had always had a knack for getting under her skin. "A nice guy, huh?" he responded without hesitation. "You know that's code for douche, right?" Ethan knew that he was pushing his luck, but it was almost as if his mouth had a mind of its own. He couldn't seem to control the things that were coming out of it, at any rate. The ditzy blonde he'd been leading out of the club was still waiting for him, but that was easily the furthest thing from his mind. She'd been forgotten the second he'd seen Stasia. As much as he hated to admit it, no one could begin to compare to Stasia... not even a girl that was willing to let him put it anywhere. "I'm a million times better than that guy, baby," he informed her cockily. "Surely you see that." ”No, it’s code for you’re an asshole,” she retorted. She didn’t know why he was acting this way, but it was really starting to annoy her. It was like he didn’t want her to be happy or something. That was the only plausible explanation for why he was determined to ruin this for her. She actually laughed out loud when he suggested he was better than Justin, though. She couldn’t see how he could possibly come to that conclusion aside from the fact that he had an ego the size of Jupiter. “Really?” she snorted. “How is that exactly? Because you’re fucking half the world while he’s made it clear he just wants to be with me? Because he spends his time volunteering and studying while you’re out partying it up with those stupid little sorority sluts?” Now Stasia probably sounded jealous, but she was hardly thinking about that at the moment. She’d found a guy who liked her, who she enjoyed being with, who made her happy and he seemed determined to ruin that happiness. At least, that’s how she saw it. Regardless of how it might seem, Ethan wanted Stasia to be happy. It just annoyed him that this douche nozzle was capable of making her happy. He didn't see what she saw in him. Not that he knew him, but he didn't need to know him to see that he was a complete waste of space... a nothing... a nobody... He scowled when she laughed loudly at the suggestion that he was better than the dork they'd left standing on the dance floor. He had enough of an ego to convince himself that he was right whether she agreed or not, but that didn't mean he wasn't hurt by what she said next. Hearing her describe him... describe the trash that she saw when she looked at him... he couldn't believe that he'd thought he loved someone that thought so little of him. "I might be trash," he answered relatively quickly, "but that didn't matter when I was getting you off, did it?" Deep down, he knew that it was a mistake to throw that in her face, but once again, it was as though his mouth had a mind of its own. It wasn’t that Stasia saw Ethan as trash, exactly. She just didn’t think he was the guy for her. She didn’t think he could give her the things she wanted. Monogamy, for one thing. Ethan definitely had his redeeming qualities, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d fucked half the female population of Chicago and New York. Knowing him, he was probably working his way through LA now, too. Granted, she wouldn’t ordinarily describe him the way she just had, anyway, but his comments about Justin had pissed her off and her responses had been designed to be hurtful. She knew that wasn’t all there was to him, but at the moment, that didn’t matter. At the moment, she was angry and lashing out at him. “That was a mistake,” she said evenly when he threw their last night together back in her face. She regretted few things in her life more than allowing Ethan to touch her. No matter how good it had felt, it had been a stupid mistake. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for weeks. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Having him throw that back at her now only added to the reasons she shouldn’t have done it. Regardless of how it might seem, Ethan wasn't incapable of being in a monogamous relationship. He'd never felt the need to prove this fact by committing himself to one person, but he didn't think anyone could blame him for that. After all, he didn't usually spend time with a girl unless she was looking to have a little fun. If it had been her intention to hurt him, she'd succeeded. Something of a look moved over his features when she told him that their single night together had been a mistake, but he quickly schooled his expression. The last thing he wanted was for her to know that she was getting under his skin. "A mistake, huh?" he snorted. "Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't what you were thinking when you were moaning my name, baby." This argument wasn't accomplishing anything, but he couldn't seem to stop. He didn't usually spend time with a girl unless she was looking to have a little fun. That right there was why Stasia had known letting herself give in, however briefly, to her feelings for him had been a mistake. It was all about having a little fun for him. Stasia liked to have fun, but she wasn't usually the type of girl to do that kind of thing with a guy she wasn't seeing. Actually, she wasn't the type to do that kind of thing at all. Ethan was the only guy she'd done more than kiss. "It was a mistake," she repeated firmly. It didn't matter how much she'd liked it had the time. She shouldn't have done it. As far as she was concerned, nothing he could say was going to convince her otherwise. Maybe all the other skanks he fooled around with only cared about whether they'd enjoyed themselves, but Stasia wasn't those girls. "Is that it? Are we done here?" she asked a short breath later. She really should get back to her date and she was officially tired of this conversation. Stasia was different. It went without saying, but she wasn't like the girls he usually spent his time with. That was why he liked her so much. That was why they were fighting. He wouldn't have approached her if he hadn't been jealous, after all, and he was only jealous because he genuinely cared for her. "Good to know." It didn't hurt any less the second time she told him that he was a mistake. He hid it, of course, but he was sure that he'd never heard anything more hurtful in his life... and that was saying something. His gaze locked with her when she asked if they were done. That seemed like an understatement. "I guess so," he answered harshly. "I'm a piece of shit and a mistake. Unless you have anything else you'd like to add, we're done." Candy, Carmen, Constance... whatever her name, she was about to get the fucking of her life. Ethan might think of Stasia was different, but she had know way of knowing that. He hadn't said or done anything to make those feelings clear. As far as she was aware, her feelings toward him were completely one-sided. As far as she knew, the couple of times she'd given in to her desire for him hadn't meant anything more to him than it did with any other girl. That was why it had been a mistake. Stasia had enjoyed it far too much when he'd touched her and kissed her, but she was certain that giving into that was only going to lead to her having her heart broken. In a moment of weakness, she'd forgotten that, but she'd reminded herself of the fact several times since then. Later on, she would feel badly for the way she'd spoken to him. She certainly didn't think he was a piece of shit most of the time. Truth be told, she considered Ethan to be one of her closest friends when he wasn't pissing her off. Right now, though, she was angry with him and that made it difficult to see how wrong her words might have been. "Nope, nothing to add," she said, pulling her gaze from his as she turned to walk back to her date. |