Tuesday - 9/24/07 Who: Reggie and Davia When: Tuesday Evening Where: Davia's office What: Reggie has been a bad boy and needs to be punished!
Reggie was to no surprise in trouble. He's been given warning after warning to come to class dressed appropriately which menat wearing a shirt of some kind. Yeah right, fuck that Reggie wasn't going to start wearing a shirt because some envious asshole teacher, professor demanded that he do so. It was what it was, and he was going to keep on going to slass, shirtless. So, it was his final warning, and then professor kicked him out of class, and told him not to return until he was taught how to drss for class. Reggie made matter worse by telling the professor to go fuck himself with a razor dildo. That right there got him a go stright to see your sponsor, do not pass go, or collect any ass along the way.
Reggie flipped the guy off, and made his way to the office. today was not going well for him. First this morning, the bullshit with his dad, and then at the gym, two guys, and one who didn't have a fucking clue as to what he was doing. Then, he'd gotten a phone call from Ami..needless to say today was fucking sucking donkey ass, and monkey balls. Reggie headed towards davia's office with a pink referal in his hand, a write up for his bad behavior. He sighed, and without knocking per usual he just barged into Davia's office and closed the door, shutting it roughly. He tossed the pink paper on her desk, and then took a seat in the chair right in front of the desk, and sloutched down. he crossed his arms over his chest and just starred forward. his jaw stiff with anger.
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It was a good thing that Davia wasn't doing anything too terribly personal in her office. She wasn't even working, truth be told. She should have been, She had a lot of stuff that she needed to get done, lessons she needed to plan, but her mood was just too blah to even bother working on anything at all. Instead, she was simply sitting in her chair, next to the window, staring out at the grounds, listening to Radiohead while dreading time to head back to the apartment she shared with Charlie so that he could get ready for work and she could take over Maggie duty. She was angry with him, or not angry, but upset, hurt mostly, and she felt stupid for it, and didn't want him to see that she was upset even though, deep down inside, she felt like she had every right to be.
The door opening made her jump a little, her gaze turning towards the door to see who entered, and then towards the pink slip that had been tossed down onto her desk. A small frown pursed her lips, not that there hadn't been one there already, and then her gaze moved back out the window once more.
"What did you do?" She asked, not bothering to pick up the paper and read it. She'd rather him tell her in his own words anyway. Clearly, her mood was not nearly as bright as it had been the first time they had met. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending upon how you looked at it, Davia was the type of person that wore her emotions clearly visible upon her sleeve for anyone to see.
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"It's against the fuckig law in this shithole to go to class without a shirt on. I didn't do nothing except look good, and that ashole is just fucking jealoud cause he aint got it like I do. That's what i did. " Reggie said with an attitude to his tone. Today was just not his day, and when Reggie was in a funk, the whole world knew because he just put it out there. God forbid anyone get in his face, or talk shit to him on a day like this one. " That, and I told the teacher to go fuck himself with a razor dildo. " He added, and then scoffed. The workout at the gym hadn't helped one bit, and it usually did. He always felt better after leaving the gym. Leave it to his father to ruin that for him as well. Really, what it was, Reggie was worried about his mother. He'd, well he didn't know what he'd do if anything ever happened to her. He'd go ape shit, that much was certain, and then, he'd probably just off himself. Because he'd already lost Ami, didn't even know if the kid she was carrying was his or that other guys, and if something were to happen and his mom was gone, fuck it. He couldn't think about all that right now. " Just do whatever you're gonna do, cause I aint changing. I see no reason to have to wear a shirt. There are many freaks around here and half of them shouldn't be allowed to be in public the way they look. Me, all I am guilty of is lack of a shirt. " He fell silent and just starred down at his feet. His legs stretched out in front of him. " Not to mention, she called me today. As if my life isn't fucked up enough already. She just has to twist the knife a little more fucking deeper! "
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Davia was doing fine with just listening and keeping any input to herself until he got to the part about the razor dildo. She laughed then, a short sound but it was definitely a laugh, and then she covered her mouth to stop herself because that certainly was NOT an appropriate response. She was supposed to be teaching him how he should behave, not laughing when he misbehaved.
"So Reggie, this is a place where people go to learn, right? And you can agree that people already have numerous distractions, what with some of the freaks running around and all, right?" His words, not hers. She was pretty much immune to any sort of deformity that might come along. "So you can understand how adding yet another distraction could be a bad thing, right?" She looked over at him and smiled. "And you, being shirtless, would certainly be a distraction." Maybe stroking his ego a little would work, and it wasn't like it was insincere. She did like muscles, and he certainly had those.
Then he mentioned Ami? At least she assumed that was who he was talking about. She frowned a little, shifting in her chair to turn towards him, her long legs folding up underneath her in the chair. "The guy that I've been seeing asked me to babysit his goddaughter while he goes out with another woman." Maybe her misery, having someone to share it or whatever, would make him feel better, even if it probably wasn't appropriate to talk about her personal life with a student. But misery loved company, right? And maybe if she opened up to him, he would open up to her, and they could get to the bottom of why he was really acting out. There had to be a reason.
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When Davia laughed at what Reggie had said, that too broght a little grin to his lips. She was actually, well pretty cool. Not like a lot of the uptight asshats around here. At least that's what he was picking up on so far. He laughed, very softly, and shook his head. He raised his gaze to her when she began to speak to him. Listeing intently, for once as Reggie was never really good at keeping attention for too long. He just sighed, and nodded his head, agreeing with her. " He did take well to the stroking of his ego. He liked that, especially since ego stroking was hard to come by around here. Which, he still didn't understand. maybe all the women in this place were a bunch of lesbos. Yeah, that had to be it. " I guess it can be, I mean I do look good. " He said, and shrugged his shoulders. " I just don't like wearing a shirt. It's not hurting anyone, maybe a distraction, but damn, have you seen some of the fine ass running around here? That's a distraction for me, and you don't see them getting sent to the office. "He tried to justify, but there wa a difference between a pretty girl in class, fully clothed, and him, shirtless.
When Davia started to talk about this guy she had bene dating, his brows arched sharply, and he didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. " Oh hell naw, that is some bullshit, yo! What did you say? Did you tell him fuck no? I sure as shit wouldn't watch Ami's kid so that she could run off and go fuck some other guy. date, whatever, it's all the same. " He said, and then added. " You should tell that foo that you cant watch his kid because you have a date your own self. " Reggie shook his head. " People are fucking douche bags! " Reggie raised his hands up and ran them back through his hair, what little he had, with frustration. " Sometimes.." he started to say, and then he just sighed. " Nevermind..it doesn't fucking matter. It is what it is, right? "
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"So if they distract you with all of their clothes on, just think about how much you probably distract them running around showing off those incredible pecs." Davia arched a brow slightly, pausing for just a moment to let him think about that. "So, that being said, think you could do all of us girls a favor and cover those bad boys up when we're trying to learn?" Not that she was a student, though she added, just to make it more applicable to herself, "Or teach... Whatever the case may be." She winked at him and then she blushed a little, glancing away. What she was doing could definitely be construed as flirting even though she was only trying to reach him the best way she knew how.
The frown had returned full force to her lips as the conversation about Charlie deepened. "I told him that I was certain she would be happy to have another night with her parents instead of us." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. She wasn't going to lie to Charlie and tell him that she had plans, even though she might end up having plans, but she didn't want to sit at home with Maggie and wait for him to come home either. That wasn't exactly her idea of fun. "We aren't exclusive." She explained, though that hardly excused him from being a jackass. "I just.. I mean he really shouldn't have done that. I really wish he would have thought better of it." It would have made her feel a lot less like shit if he had just, you know, shown a little more consideration.
"Sometimes what?" Davia wouldn't just let it go at never mind. Statements that started out like that one shouldn't be ignored or glossed over.
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Reggie sat there, and he thought about her words, and the fact that she continued on with the stroking of his ego. He could get used to that, but the way she put it to him made sense,and got through. The first person to get through to him. " Alright, since you put itthat way, I guess I can start wearing a shirt to class. How about a wife beater, is that good enough? These bad boys will at least be covered, and just my arms will show. Deal? " He asked, and waited for her answer, though, he'd wear a full shit, if he absolutly had to." So, you really think I have incredible muscles? " He asked with a more Reggie human back. A goofy wiggle of his brows. Reggie tooknotice to the frown that came over her nice lps. " A woman as beautiful as you are, if it's okay for me to say, should never feel so bad that she has to frown. That guy, if you ask me is a fuckin asshat for going on a date with some other chick, when he could have you. " Reggie said and hoped he wasn't out of line by saying what he had. Then again, he was Reggie and had no shame, so what did it matter if he was out of line or not? " Oh, well, why doesn't he take her to them then? Probably because he's just like Ami, has to smear that shit in your face. " And there that angry face came back. He was all broody now, again. The topic of Ami always left him feeling burnt. " Why don't you tell him that, then? And what is the fucking deal with not being exclusive? Fuck all that. if you like someone enough to date them, then why the fuck would you wanna date, fuck other people on the side? That makes no fuckin sense, yo. " He said and brooded some more. " Yeah, well consideration is too fuckin much to ask for when it comes to selfish ass bitches. " He said and sighed. He had glanced away when he was talking, but when she asked him about never minding what, Reggie returned his gaze to her, and it didn't take a genius to see the pain behind his eyes. " Sometimes, i want to just take her back. call her, beg her to come back. Threaten to kill myself again. Sometimes, it hurts so much i cant fucking breath, and thinking about her over there, with him? I feel like I am going to snap and just go ape shit. I don'tknow why I've never been good enough for her. I've never hurt her, not like she's hurt me, and then today, she calls me, crying, all fucking blah and sad because Christian, has gone off and fucked another bitch.No surprise there. Whatever, if you ask me she's getting everything she deserves. " He paused for a moment, to keep his voice from cracking up too much. " I am so fucking stupid though, cause the first thing I wanna do is go to her, kick his ass, and wrap my arms around her and tell her that i love her, that i have always loved her, and always will. How fucking queer is that? pathetic! " He exhaled a deep breasth, and then added. " She'll never learn, it's like she's not happy unless, she's miserable. or some shit, i don't even know anymore. "
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"Hmm.. maybe." She said, and then laughed a little. "Just.. try that first, and if that works, then great. If they still tell you that you need to wear something else, then maybe you should try a full t-shirt or whatever." She said, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "Arms could be a distraction just as much as the pecs are." She laughed when he asked her that question. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it but that stays just between the two of us, okay?" She arched a brow slightly as if to warn him.
The things that he said, they were really nice. And she wanted to believe that, that, yes, she was beautiful. And that if someone had her, they shouldn't want someone else, but he did still want other people, obviously. She had told him that she wasn't going to try to change him, and she wasn't. If that was her intention, she would be there right now, yelling at him, screaming at him, tossing ultimatums in his direction, but she wasn't. She didn't even want him to see her upset because it would be too much like she was trying to guilt him, but the truth of the matter was that, even if she wasn't going to try to change him, that didn't mean that she didn't want him to want to change, for her.
"He has... issues, I guess. His mother died and his father.. well he was never the same so.. I guess he just doesn't want to get hurt like that." But that excuse was starting to wear thin. Her mother died and her father, sire, whatever he was to her, went insane because of it. And yet she wasn't the one that was running around screwing any person that gave her the time of day. "I dunno if he was trying to rub it in my face or if... I dunno. Maybe he's testing me." If he was, that was pretty shitty. Either way it was pretty shitty. And she didn't want to think of Charlie as a shitty person.
A deep frown took over her features as he started to speak and tell her what he was feeling, what Ami made him feel. And she understood, probably more than she wanted to and more than anyone, him, even herself, would have expected. "Some people are like that, only happy when they're unhappy. Some people just.. thrive on drama, ya know? Like they feel that their life has no worth, no value, no meaning, if they're not in the middle of some sort of crisis." She was certain there was a term for that somewhere.
"But you're not pathetic. I understand. I... Sometimes I think about my sire, David. He.. he raised me. My mother was turned right after I was born and, after she died, he was the only person that I had. And when he left, I felt like.. like there was no point anymore." That was when she had first arrived at Halcyon. That had been a very dark time in her life. "And even though I know that it was the best thing to ever happen to me because he wasn't good for me, not in the least.." She laughed. "Sometimes I think about looking for him again, telling him that I'm sorry for turning him away when he asked me to come back home and.. just going back to something familiar, something that always makes sense because it never changes and I would always know what to expect."
"But I can't go back to that cycle any more than you can go back to yours and do you know why?" She asked, a brow arching slightly. "Because we both deserve better than that. And someday, somewhere, eventually, we're going to find it."
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When Davia mentioned the word mother, that upset Reggie all over again. "I'd be done, if anything ever happened to my moms. She's my life, and I love her too much. Yeah, she's always been a little uptight, but you know, after this morning, I fucking get it. I know why now. " He sighed shaking his head. " I know why now, why she always wanted to keep me sheltered, keep me away from that side. I swear to god, I will never be anything like my father! He's a fucking prick. " Reggie said, and he meant it. " I just, I love my dad, but he's so fucking mean, sometimes. " Reggie took in a deep breath. He could feel himself getting tense, and his body heat, a lot warmer. " I don't know what to do. I cant please him, no matter what. Not that i fuckin care anymore, cause i don't. I've just given up, and besides, he has the child he always loved back in his life now, so i guess that means I am just assed out. " He shrugged his shoulders. " Nothing new, I am used to it. He's got a son, too. Another one, that i am sure makes him very fucking proud. Look, all I know, about issues, is that life is too fucking complicated enough.. and he should just want to be with you, before it's too late. I mean, me, i hook up with other girls, but what other choice do I have? If It were my choice, I'd be with Ami. So, i just do what i gotta do to fill the void. It don't help though. Sure, maybe when I am getting my cock sucked, but afterwards, the void comes back, and she's still gone. " He explained, and then sighed.
"Maybe things will get better, but you know, they always get worse before they get better, and I just don't think I can handle any more worse. " He said, and then he just fell silent for a long while sitting there staring at the wall. He had a lot of thoughts going on inside of his mind, thoughts that just.. rose upinto his chest making it difficult to breath, and then they stopped right there in his throat, and he felt sick. Felt like.. like, just sick. " I don't believe that though. There will never be somebody, somewhere or eventually. Ami was supposed to be mine. We were made for one another, and I know I'll never love anyone else the way i love her. It just aint gonna happen, yo. So then what do you do? When the one you're supposed to be with, you're not? You just live your life empty, cause even if you do hook up with someone else, they aint that one, and so they cant fill the void. sad, but fuckin true. Like I always say, it is, what it is. "
Reggie uncrossed his arms from his chest, and pulled his legs in and sat forward looking towards Davia. " You really do look like her, it's kinda freaky, but from talking with you, I know you're nothing like her. Who knows, maybe this Charlie guy will bite the bullet, and decide to be with you. Maybe you should go talk to him, tell him what's on your mind, and how you feel. The worst that could happen is he could reject you. Rejection aint easy, but at least then you'll know, and then maybe, you can move on to someone who will fill your void..at least from moment to moment. " Reggie said, surprise, he was a pretty intuitive guy sometimes. " And hey, maybe he wont reject you. Maybe you'll get your perfect happy ever after queer ending. " he smiled, slightly, and then sat back in the chair. " And about the shirt, I'll try to keep it on, no promises though.. I have a short attention span. I may foget. " He laughed and then started to fittle with his knuckles, and his fingers. " Damn, did you hear that? " he asked after hearing his stomach growl really loudly. " I forgot to eat today. Oh snap! what the fuck is up with that? I never forget to eat. You, maybe wanna go get something to eat with me? Or is it not allowed? "
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"I really don't remember my mother. She committed suicide when I was five." She didn't go into specifics as it was far too personal and traumatizing to talk about with just anyone. Why she even told him that it was suicide, she wasn't really sure. She never really said all of that, just that she had died. And her life had fallen apart after that, she was certain of it. Things could have been so different if her mother had lived. "Sometimes I really hate her for being so selfish. Other times... I understand it." If anyone knew how the disease worked, what it felt like, it was her.
She could feel the temperature in the room starting to rise, and she knew where that came from. But she didn't tell him to stop talking, or try to interrupt him or anything. "If there was something I could think to say that would make all of that better, or even make it make sense, I would. But I don't." And Davia wasn't going to lie to him just to make him feel better. Lies never helped anyone.
"I have to believe that, if you were meant to be together, then some how, some way, you would be. And if you aren't, well, then maybe you just feel that way because you haven't found the person that you really are meant to be with yet." Maybe that was the case with Charlie too. Maybe it just felt like he was the one because she hadn't met the actual one yet and she was trying to surplant that desire, that want for that, on him.
"I can't." Not only did he already know how she felt, it was more complicated than just the two of them. There was Maggie, his family, which was her family too now. Maybe the whole thing was just a bad idea from the start. It could only really end in ill feelings for one and/or both of them. But she wasn't quite ready to give up on him just yet.
"We still haven't discussed your punishment yet, Reggie." He was still in trouble, after all. "Though I do appreciate you agreeing to wear a shirt. I'm sure the professors will remind you if you forget." She smirked a little. "Thursday. Meet me here, at Sunset, for detention." She gave him that look that was supposed to pass for serious, but didn't really look all that serious at all, and even less serious when she started to grin. "I think it would be proper punishment for you to have to put on a shirt and go out for pizza with me." And the added bonus to that would be that she really would have plans for Thursday night while Charlie was out.
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“ Whoa, that sucks serious donkey balls. Sorry.” Reggie said in response to hearing about Davia’s mom. There was a real genuine tone of sympathy heard in his voice. “ I’d lose my shit if my ma offed herself. I don’t know, call me a mama’s boy. I figured I owe you something personal.. Since this tell and share time and all. “ He said, and then added. “ it was selfish. That shit just aint right. If I had a kid, it don’t matter how bad shit was, I wouldn’t leave her. “ He said, and it was the truth. Reggie would some day be a wonderful father. “ Don’t ya just hate the word sometimes? “ He asked. “ it’s alright, even if there was something you could say, it still wouldn’t make none of this any better. I guess shit is just going to have to work out, or not. Maybe me and my sister will click. I have to admit, I am still wigged out over the fact that she gave me wood. “ Reggie shuddered and cringed. “ I didn't know she was my sister at the time, though. “
“ I hope I meet the right person then, and when I do, I want to be able to look Ami in the eyes, and tell her that I’ve moved on, and that she’s just some girl from high school, that I used to love. You know, call me a fuckin weirdo, but I want a girl. You know, someone to have lots of kinky sex with everyday, someone to call mine, and someone that calls me theirs. Someone to mess around with and get into lots of trouble together. “ He paused and a sad smile formed along his lips. “ I think that’s why I loved Ami so much.. She liked me for me.. Never tried to change me. Never made me feel inadequate. She was fun, liked getting into trouble, sure didn’t give a shit about what anyone else thought,. And she was the pimp master of kinky” Reggie laughed, and then fell silent once more.
“ Never say you cant do something. You can do anything you want. You just choose not to say anything to him. For what ever reason, you wont, but it’s not cause you cant. “ Reggie said, and then smiled towards her. “ Whateva yo, it’s his fuckin bad. You should go out and show him that. “ Reggie said, and just shook his head. “ Some people are fucktards. “ The discussion leading back to his punishment brought a serious look to his face. “ oh yeah.. Let me have it..” He said and then raised a brow slowly to every word she spoke. He was listening intently, and then he smirked. “ No fucking way, are you serious? “ He asked, and then just laughed. “ hell to the yeah! I'll wear a shirt! Damn, you're not like most adults. You're pretty coo. So, detention on Thursday, sunset, and I will be here! Snap! I should start getting into trouble more often! “ He gave her a sweet, but goofy innocent grin, and then laughed. " What's for desert? My wrist? neck? cause you know, I would prefer the neck, but if you want my wrist, it's all yours. " he wiggled his brows with the same goofy fashion.
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"She was bipolar." She explained, though that hardly seemed to do it justice. "So am I so.. sometimes I understand it but, at the same time, Maggie's not even mine and I wouldn't do that to her. But if it wasn't for her..." There were times in her life where things seemed bad enough, where the moods got bad enough, where she just got so tired that the thought seemed rather welcoming. "I guess I still can't really understand it. I just.. I don't understand why I wasn't enough." And there she went, divulging information that was more than a little personal. She should probably stop this trend. It was a little bit dangerous getting this close with a student, she would imagine. But it wasn't like Cassius hadn't been close to her when she was a student at Halcyon.
"You shouldn't feel bad. It's not like you knew. You weren't raised with her or anything." Davia gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she assured him of this. "And maybe you will get along with her. You just have to give it time. I mean.. did she know about you?" She asked, thinking that it sounded, the way he talked, that this girl had never met him before either. "It'll take some time, but I'm sure it will happen."
"She's making you feel that way now though, right?" She asked softly, pointing out what was obvious to her. "I'm sure you'll find the right person though. I mean you're attractive, a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, very sweet, intuitive, and you're still young. You've got plenty of time to figure the whole love thing out." And maybe she needed to take her own advice. She would live a very long life considering that she was a vampire and all that. And maybe Charlie wasn't the end all, be all, of love for her, or whatever.
"You're right. I could. But I have my reasons." She smiled, and then laughed a little when Reggie called Charlie a fucktard. "Maybe I should. See how easy it is to push his jealousy button." It was a tempting thought. She knew seeing another woman wouldn't do it though, which was normally what she felt comfortable with. But if she were to get involved with another man...
"This is just between us though, alright? As far as anyone else needs to know, you're going to detention. And we're going to stay here on campus and you're going to, I dunno... wash leotards or something." She laughed a little and then arched a brow sharply. "Uh, thanks for the offer, but probably best you don't leave detention with bite marks. I'll just take care of that before we go out." She smiled.
"Now get outta here. And act like I was really hard on you." She glanced towards her desk with a scowl. "I gotta get back to work."
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" Bipolar? " Reggie asked, and then said. " My best friends girlfriend had a bunch of different people living in her head. She’s got that personality disorder thing, it’s pretty fucked up. So, just think, it could be worse. " He chuckled. " So, you get moody sometimes? " Reggie asked with curiosity. " I think moody chick is hot, wait, how are you bipolar if you’re all, vampified? " He asked with slight confusion. " Don’t it just suck? You get turned and still gotta live with that shiznit. Sorry, yo. But if you ever wanna get moody with it, feel free, I’ll give ya my cell and you can go ape shit moody on me all night if you like. " He wiggled his brows suggestively. " It’s 976-6969. " he laughed and then added. " no, seriously, that’s really my number. And, also, you know if you wanna understand your bipolar, they got books and shit. Or, you can look online to find out more 4-1-1 ya know? " Reggie shrugged his shoulders, and was just offering some useful tips, not like she didn’t already know all that though.
" Nope, I never knew her, saw pictures of her around in my dads office, but every time I asked anything about her.." He paused shrugging his shoulders. " He didn’t like talking about her. So, yeah I am guessing she didn’t know bout me either. But for real, she’s way hot. It figures we’d be related. " Reggie smirked. " Cause you know I’m hot too. Like you said, I’m attractive, smart, well, I let people think I’m dumb, but I’m not, and I don’t know about very sweet. Sweet tasting, maybe." Reggie laughed again. " I don’t think so, love just leads to pain, and don’t get me wrong, D, I like me some pain, but in a kinky style. I aint down with heartache pain. No fuckin thanks. Had my share of that shit, and of course, girl, don’t you know I’m always right? " He joked with a playful laugh.
Reggie frowned, and shrugged his shoulders. " You could try, but why involve someone else and their feelings just to make someone else jealous? Yeah, it works for a minute, but usually the only reason why it does, is because that person is too selfish. They don’t want you, not really, but they don’t want someone else to have you. That way, you’re there when she needs a back up plan. " Reggie said, referring to Ami when he’d said " she" " If they don’t want you when you’re single, they’re only going to want you when you’re not, because they cant. That’s what Ami’s fucking drama is all about with that piece of shit dickwad she’s so in love with. He doesn’t give a shit about her. He only wants her when she’s made an effort to move on, when she was with me, and you know why? Because...." Reggie sighed. " It doesn’t matter, fuck them both sideways."
Reggie rose to his feet, giving his pecks a little dance for Davia, and then smirked. " I’ll go get a shirt on, I know how much it distracts you ladies. " he laughed, and then nodded. " Alright, I wont say nothing about anything we’ve talked about, or about the detention date. " he smirked. " And the offer is still on the table, you know if you ever wanna get a taste of some half demon blood. I hear it’s the best shit on the market. My bloodline anyway. It’s what my pop says. " He chuckled, and rolled his eyes. " Wouldn’t know, I am not into sucking myself. Anyway, I’ll see you on Thursday for detention." With that said, Reggie turned and headed towards the door. He opened it, and started to walk out. " Whateva, you can kiss my white ass with all that detention shit, yo.I don’t give a shit, aint like I never had detention before " He said loud enough for anyone else who may have been near to hear. He walked off and headed towards the kitchen so he could grub down on some food.
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Yes, she knew very well all of the resources there were available for her to help her deal with her disease. She had been struggling with it for years now and, well, one couldn't live through it for so long without looking for help from other sources. But really, the best thing for her, the thing that helped the most, was having Charlie and his family around her. They made her feel so much better about life, so much less like giving up. But still, there were times when she needed a little something more, someone to talk to. And it meant a lot that he offered to be that person. "Thanks. I'll call you if I ever need to."
"Just give the girl a chance, give it time. I'm sure that... that eventually it is bound to go one way or the other." Either she would learn to love him or she would hate him. But it was best to not pigeon-hole the relationship before it even had time to develop.
"Like I said, you got time. We both do." And that was all she had to say about relationships right now. Though the part about involving someone else's emotions, yeah, he was right. Two wrongs never made a right. She just wished that just once she could make him feel what she felt. Just once. But only if she could do it without hurting someone else. That was where things got complicated though. She would have to really give it some thought before even considering taking that route.
Davia laughed at his little dance and then smiled as he said he would keep things to himself. The offer was on the table again and she just nodded her head. "I'll keep that in mind." That part was spoken in regards to him offering up a taste of his blood, an offer she had no intentions of ever taking him up on. But never say never, right?
Inwardly, she couldn't help but to snicker at the little show that he put on as he was exiting the room, rolling her eyes in response as she got up from the chair where she sat and moved over to her desk. She was in a good enough mood to actually do some work now, a vast improvement from the way she had felt earlier in the day.