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Post by jesse on Nov 30, 2010 9:54:16 GMT -5
  Jesse sighed. She was actually going to go to therapy for the first time. A few people had talked her into it. She didn’t like the idea of someone telling her why being an alcoholic and yearning to have sex was bad. She could see the alcohol, but as long as she was safe did it matter with the sex. She opened the door to the classroom that held therapy. Sometimes kids were offered to go to their offices, but of course she wasn’t. Not as her first time being at therapy. She wasn’t given the luxury of being able to be in a smaller room alone with the guy, she had to be in the group therapy room. She walked into the room. She looked around and saw that no one else was there, go figure. She was going to be here alone with the new counselor. Great job on that. Send her to the newest counselor to the school. She noticed that the desks were arranged in a circle, obviously meant for a group meeting. She went over to the teachers desk, which they had in every room and had sex on one of them just the other day. She smiled at the thought. ”Hello?” she called out. She wanted to make sure that no one else was in here. Every time so far that she went into a room alone, and thought that she was alone, either someone came in or someone was in there hiding. She laid down on the desk again. For a second time in a week. She heard the door open, and instead of sitting up like she had last time, she closed her eyes. Maybe if he thought that she was asleep they could waste their therapy time doing nothing. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; evan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by evan on Nov 30, 2010 14:02:32 GMT -5
  • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Evan was tired, mostly because he had staid out too late. A few to many beers and his drug addiction had gotten the better of him. He put his feet up in his desk and reached grabbing his guitar and strummed a few scales on it before reaching in his pocket and grabbing the pack of smokes and lighting one. Yeah he knew he was allowed to smoke in his office, but right now he just didn't care. As long as he could get the smoke smell out of the room he would be alright. Taking his first drag, he could feel his muscles relax, and his chest loosen. He felt twenty times better, and nearly amazed at the affect it had on his mood. With the Marlboro hanging slightly from his lips he strummed away again on his guitar that his brother had given him for his last birthday. His fingers dancing up and down around the neck, his head nodding up and down slightly with the beat that plaid in his head. This was Evan's therapy, but it never really helped him get over his issues, it just helped him deal with them.
Yeah wasn't it ironic? Evan could help everyone in the world, but himself. He hated himself, more then anything in the world... He despised himself. Why? Well he assumed it was from when he was little and his brother had given up so much for him, and well... He just hated himself for the weakness... But, now wasn't the time to reflect on his life, he needed to help others. It was just easier to help others then to deal with himself, to deal with the fact he just couldn't help himself.. He couldn't change himself... But at lest he could help others grow, and change themselves, get themselves a better life.
His alarm on his Black Berry went off and he blinked, trying to remember where he needed to be and he sighed. Flicking the ashes from his cigarette in a empty coke can and sat down his guitar. Finishing his cigarette and standing up before walking out of the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and moved down the hallways to the group room. He walked in and looked at the young blonde sitting, well laying on his desk and he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, but he moved fully in and shut the door behind him and moved to the desk.
"Good morning" smooth lyrics parted his lips as his bright blues looked down at the small framed female. "Go ahead and grab one of those chairs from the circle and bring it in front of my desk and have a seat." He spoke before moving around the desk and sitting down in the chair. It wasn't too comfortable, and it was old so it let out a screech when he sat down. It made Evan blink and look underneath him then shrug and look back at her waiting for her to remove herself from his desk, and do as he asked.
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WORDS - 515
NOTES - Sorry it sucks
OUTFIT - Click Here
TUNES - Night of the Hunter-30 seconds to mars
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by jesse on Nov 30, 2010 14:21:17 GMT -5
Jesse didn’t open her eyes or move when he spoke to her. Although she did roll her eyes, but he couldn’t see that. When he told her to grab one of the chairs from the circle and bring it to the front she let out a laugh. She heard him sit down before she sat up on the desk, her blond hair cascading down past her shoulders. ”Your crazy. I’m not moving, I believe I was here first” she said as she finally opened her eyes. She wasn’t going to stand for some older guy telling her what to do just because he wasn’t stuck in this hell hole. She looked down into his blue eyes. She sat crossed legged in front of him. ”So you want to start with why I’m here? Or just begin talking about my shitty life? Oh wait, that’s right, you’re the counselor. I should wait until you ask the questions” she said with a smirk. She already knew this school too well. For only being here a month she found many ways out of things, including getting the new counselor as her own. She checked him out. He wasn’t bad looking, actually he was hot. Most of the counselors here were cute. Too bad she hadn’t gotten to deal with any of the others yet. She’d do the same thing to them. She pushed him back a little, so it created space between him and the desk. She stood up and leaned down, letting her lips touch his lightly. She laughed as she pulled away. That probably wasn’t something that he had expected. WORDS ;; 275ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; evan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by evan on Nov 30, 2010 14:55:34 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Evan looked at the movement under her closed eyelids and he rolled his own bright baby blues before watching her sit up. He let his eyes wash over her, and he sighed. He had looked at her file earlier today, and knew slightly what he was up against, the girl was seventeen, and a sex addict. Of course, Evan himself liked the ladies, and sex was a very enjoyable thing. But, with Evan's touch issues, he had to start the whole thing. Evan's beatings from a early age made him hate, almost despise physical contact. Unless of course he started it, that of course for some reason made it okay. Then again, what he started then had no special meaning. Sex to him, held no meaning. Sex was sex, just pleasure, no emotion behind it.. It just felt great. Then again, he had never had it with someone he had cared about in a romantic way, because Evan had never been in love, or really knew what it was about. The man had never had butterflies in his stomach or felt those sparks when ever you kiss someone your heart truly wants.
He listened to the blonde pop off at the mouth and he tilted his head to he side, and just looked at her. His blues lost the warmth that he had brought up for her. Yes, now see Evan was a warm and sweet guy. He wanted to help people, be there for them like he had wanted someone there for him -besides his brother of course- Some one on the outside looking in that could give advice, and help reach a better life. But he knew from experience -and from his own problems- that you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. You can try and convince them that they need help, but, that was pretty much it.
He watched the girl move to him, and set her hand on his well built chest, and he stiffened. His eyes hardened a bit but he kept his cool. He knew how to control himself. Just because you hate something, doesn't mean you had to flip out. It was like eating something you don't like... Sometimes you just have to do it anyway. He watched her move down and kiss his lips. His remained still. A. She was seventeen, the biggest and boldest cock block out there. Evan was twenty three, illegal. B. She was a student, even if the age difference wasn't illegal, she was still a student, though.. This one could be ignored, maybe... If she wasn't only seventeen. But also, Illegal. C. This one doesn't really matter much but it would still make him feel guilty, a bit... She was a sex addict... He was trying to help her get over that... So just a bit of guilt would hit him from this one to.
He watched her lean back with a unamused look at her, the kiss didn't affect him. She held no power over the man... "Feel better now?" His smooth lyrics spoke again before he stood up and slid the jacket from his shoulders the small white undershirt clung to his form showing his well defined chest and abs. His legs moved himself to the circle and he grabbed a chair and moved it across from his rolly chair and then picked her up from his desk and sat her in it. If she wouldn't move he would move her.
Sitting once more back in his chair before turning in his chair so he was facing her, his feet planted up on the desk and he looked at her. "Well, I will say the normal... Tell me who brought you here, and why...?" He spoke and leaned his head against the headrest. He knew why, but he he had only skimmed her folder. Then again as soon as she said,it would trigger a duh in his memory and he would remember.. But then again he would much rather her lips be talking then on his again., seventeen..
Evan, was not a pedophile.
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WORDS - 682
NOTES - Sorry it sucks
OUTFIT - Click Here
TUNES - Night of the Hunter-30 seconds to mars
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by jesse on Nov 30, 2010 15:10:49 GMT -5
Jesse felt him tense under her touch and she smiled. When she sat back on his desk after kissing him she was smiling. When he gave he an unamused look she smiled even more. When he spoke she laughed. He wanted to know if she felt better. No of course not. She was in this hell hole that they called school. ”Nope, not really. Haven’t had sex in a week, so unless that happens soon, I won’t be better until then” she said stressing better. She didn’t like it when people asked if she was ok. What was the definition of ok anyways. Asking if someone felt better was like asking a alcoholic if they felt drunk after a sip. Of course not! She would know, she was basically a beginning alcoholic. She watched as he pulled off his jacket and only had on an undershirt. As he moved to where the circle was and grabbed a chair she watched him. Was he going to sit there? Because she wasn’t. When he picked her up from the desk and sat her in the chair she became pissed. Mostly from her time in the club where customers were not allowed to touch the dancers. ”Now your just being a tease. Picking me up? Taking off your jacket?” she said as he sat down. She leaned her arms on his desk. ”The cops brought me here. Stripping doesn’t sound fun to them when underaged kids are doing it. I’m stuck here under their jurisdiction until I’m cured. Which is bullshit by the way. I’m not addicted to anything.” she said while she played with her hair. She didn’t want to be here, but what teenager does. She wanted to be back making money. Although she was still planning on making money here. Just finding the place and the people were becoming harder. She was use to having people come to her, not the other way around. She stood up. She couldn’t stand sitting in those stupid chairs that they made all the kids sit in. They weren’t twelve for christs sake. They were almost adults. She went behind where he was sitting and leaned against the wall there. She’d rather stand. WORDS ;; 375ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; evan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by evan on Nov 30, 2010 20:30:16 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Evan looked at the woman as she spoke to him and his eyes narrowed a wee bit at her. Now he gathered that she really wasn't here seeking the help that she apparently needed. It rather displeased him, but he couldn't really say anything about it... Because Evan himself knew he needed help but when ever the discussion went to him he changed it and moved it to the other person or just started talking about something completely different, usually it was his wolf dog Judas. Anything, anything besides himself. He noticed the tone in her voice that made the word better stick out like a sore thumb, but he let it slide in one ear and out the other. He would treat her like a dog... Ignore the bad behavior, reward the good with attention, and attention in this case would be a response from him.
Again another sexual comment left her pink lips and he let it pass over him and just ignored it again. Hopefully this would have some effect on her... She seemed the type to thrive on attention... Hell she might even need it, or think she needed it. He wouldn't give her the attention she was asking for.. As stated before she was seventeen. A patient and well.. Yeah those were the only big blockers in his mind. He lowered his eyes from her and onto the desk again grabbing his bottle of Gatorade from the floor. Red. It was the best in his opinion, blue underneath that.
But that was when she finally started talking about the correct things, his eyes went back to her as he put the bottle to his lips and took a few swigs before capping it once again and setting it on the table. "Yes I believe it is highly frowned upon, but you know... You obviously have a problem otherwise you wouldn't be here... They would have taken you to jail, or something... Sent you somewhere with a nice little anklet on." He spoke looking into her eyes with his. Bringing his hands together on his lap before massaging his fingers in such a way that they popped. He was already itching for another cigarette or to get his hands back on his guitar.
His head moved to her when she got up and he turned his chair looking to her. Shrugging slightly before getting up and sitting on the desk, and motioned for her to sit in his chair. He didn't like it much, but it was better then the other ones. "Go ahead, sit there.." He spoke and grabbed his Gatorade again letting his eyes look at her again. He wanted her to feel comfortable, but that probably wouldn't happen... Not for a few weeks, maybe even months. But that wouldn't stop him from trying. He just had to get passed the walls, that could take a while depending upon each of the kids, but he wasn't about to give up... It wasn't right. His brother still hadn't given up on him, when Evan had given up on himself a long time ago. He was nothing more then a mere lost cause.
He moved more on the table and capped his drink again otherwise he knew it would crash to the floor and spill leaving a nice big red stain on the nice marble floor. Well nice nice but you get the point.
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NOTES - rwar
OUTFIT - Click Here
TUNES - Night of the Hunter-30 seconds to mars
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by jesse on Nov 30, 2010 21:00:58 GMT -5
She looked up at him as she spoke. He was obviously ignoring her. She rolled her eyes. If he wasn’t going to help her like she was told her to come for, then she’d be uncooperative. After she told him about the whole cops thing she sighed. He thought that sex was actually an addiction. She laughed. ”Sorry, but sex isn’t an addiction. It never could be. Its something people do, whether they love each other or not is their opinion.” she said with a smile. ”And I think I’d rather have that nice anklet over this hell hole anyways. I’d get to do what I wanted. Who I wanted for that matter. Not stuck with other kids that are fucked up worse than me.” she said as she leaned against the board. She watched as his eyes never left her. Did he not trust her? It wasn’t like she was psycho. She was normal, unless she had alcohol, then she over indulged. She watched as he now sat on the desk. When he motioned for her to sit at his chair she shook her head. ”I know how those chairs are. I skipped class earlier this week and sat in one, for like two seconds. Their not comfortable, hence why I sit on the desks now.” she said smiling. Jesse watched as he grabbed his Gatorade. She never liked that drink. It didn’t taste good to her, many drinks didn’t. Alcohol always tasted good, no matter what it was. As he put the cap on it she stood up straight. She walked over to one of the windows and leaned against the counter. She looked out at the cool peaceful day. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; evan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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