cross my heart I hope you die ((Hope))

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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bitch. bitch. bitch. fucking slutty bitch. As if he hadn't said it enough on the chat, these words were the only things going through his mind. He'd never been so pissed in his entire life, it was a really big deal. Making his way up the stairs, Jeffree finally made it into the student lounge. As he surveyed the room, he noticed that there was hardly any kids sitting on their asses and playing video games like usual, and an odd silence was eerily setting into the scene.

Shifting his eyes cautiously, Jeff continued on his way, stealthily walking over to the vending machine. With a quick glance around the room, and a well placed kick to the machine, a cold coke rolled right out. Sighing, he casually retrieved it as if it were perfectly normal for him. With a blank expression, he leaned against the machine, and took a few swigs of the fizzy drink. Wiping his lips, he cringed, rubbing his forehead in utter frustration.

It was tough being pissed and ashamed all at once. Although the only thing he was able to do to curb the guilt was to just blame it on her. The poor girl.. getting called a slut ten thousand times. Yet.. she kissed him. Led him on. And those seemed to override his guilt fairly well. Jeff wasn't about to cave in under her feet and say sorry, no fucking way that'd happen. Or atleast he'd try not to.



THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 300 mebbe
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: this is some lame shit.
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

She wiped a tear from her cheek and looked back at the computer screen. She couldn't believe all the things that Jeffree had called her. It really got to her. She hadn't really cried since the first day she saw Alex, but that made her breakdown. She didn't realize how much of an asshole Jeffree really was until now. She picked herself up from her bed and put on her slippers, and grabbing her guitar before leaving her dorm. She needed to walk for a while. She made her way to the student lounge and her brown eyes looked around.

Hope immediately moved to the sofas in the room, taking off her slippers and sitting down. She sat her guitar down beside and stared off into space. She didn't even know why she came out. She'd rather stay in her dorm and cry, but then Amanda would have asked what was wrong and she couldn't handle that. Amanda would have went off and tried to find Jeffree, more than likely. And she just wanted to forget it all.

Well, that didn't seem to be happening at all. She heard someone in the student lounge and she looked around. Her eyes landed on the person she didn't want to see. She sunk down into the couch and looked away from him, "Oh fuck my life," she mumbled to herself. Maybe if she was lucky, he didn't see her come in. She bit her bottom lip hard and tried to hide as much as she could. She couldn't handle his bitching right now.

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 270 something WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT sorry it's crap.. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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Foot steps broke the silence of the calm room, growing louder with each passing second. Focusing on the spot where the person would eventually appear, Jeffree raised a curios brow. Screwing the cap onto his soda, he turned around to set it down atop a little table. Of course, It was just enough time for the person to walk by without being noticed. Obliviously turning back around, the boy was shocked to spot who was sitting on the couch.

Almost instantly, he felt his emotions swell. But this time, they weren't the ' aww she's so cute' ones. No- oh fuck no. Jeffree's hands clinched into fists, and he angrily walked over to her, glaring at her with the strongest amount of hate he'd felt in years. His breathing quickened, and his face felt warm. He attempted reasonable speech, but all he could think of was every curse word known to man kind. Placing his hand over his forehead, Jeffree closed his eyes, allowing his anger to build with every thought.

" What? are you following me now? Fuckin' bitch. Why did you have to ruin my life- oh, wait. I ruined your life if i'm not mistaken."[/color] He rambled, crossing his arms and looking down upon her in utter disgust. " If you don't get out of my life I swear to god- I'll ruin everything you've ever loved. Every-little-fucking-thing. "[/color] He threatened, feeling alot more comfortable without the idiotic remarks of her stupid friends.

This wasn't Jeffree, he'd never-ever talked to someone in such a manner. Maybe he had anger issues that just randomly spurred up? But he didn't care,he wanted her to feel every ounce of pain she'd inflicted times ten. He wanted her to cry her fucking eyes out. Evil intentions? Perhaps, but he was definitely sure about what he desired. Positive even.






THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 370 give or take
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: lawd lawd lawd
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

"Fuck. My. Life," She mumbled to herself again when she seen that Jeffree was coming over towards her. Since he'd already saw her, she sat up straight and tucked her legs beneath her. She wanted to be ready for whatever was about to come. No matter how bad it would hurt her inside, and she knew it would, she wanted to be ready for it all. She knew that she deserved being yelled at by him, because she did do wrong, but she had told him. Besides, he had Belle and she was going to be left on the back burner anyway. And plus, she really liked Kobby, more than Jeff, and she wasn't going to deny it if anyone asked.

When he stood infront of her and started going off, she just gave him a blank stare. She didn't want him to get any satisfaction out of what he was saying, but it was already getting to her. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up the blank stare, or stay quiet, for long. She just couldn't sit there and let him yell at her for long, she was raised to stand up for herself and she didn't do that back home, when all of her friends turned against her. She wasn't going to let that happen here.

Finally, when Jeffree was finished talking, she rose to her feet and narrowed her eyes into a glare at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, and she knew that she looked like a little child compared to him. If anyone was watching, they would probably be laughing at her courage. She was, afterall, only 5'4" and 98 lbs. Almost anyone could kick her ass, if she let them. She was a good fighter, despite how she looked, "You really don't know when to shut the fuck up do you? You came over here to me and started bitching, so if you want me out of your life, stop starting shit," She said in almost a casual tone, which was weird considering the dark glare that she was giving him.

"You don't scare me, Jeffree. You may look like a badass, but all you do is talk shit. I would LOVE to see you ruin everything for me, I would love to see you try," Hope said, a smirk forming on her pink lips. She wanted to see how far she could push him now, how pissed off he could really get. If she dared him to try and do something, would he really do it? It intrigued her. It wasn't like her to do something like that, though, but he was pushing her too far, "Try it, dickhead. You're nothing but a big talker, I bet you couldn't back up half of the things you've said." He was probably just going to cuss her out even more, to the point to where she was in tears, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to back down right now.

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 527 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Jeffree is fucking mean! Lol.. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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The very second Hope got to her feet, Jeff's anger levels tripled. His fingers clenched and curled, he was losing control, and fast. Each word released from her otherwise pursed lips singed within his brain. Urging him to do something, something he knew he'd regret." You think you're fucking brave don't-cha? You think you're fucking tough? I'll show you. You'll regret every word you've ever said to me whore."[/color] He spat, making malicious gestures and expressions.

He then started fantasizing about hurting her. Punching her. Cutting her. The visions scared the living shit out of him, he didn't want to get this far. But the sweet thought of having one of his fists smash into her soft.. blemish lacking face, was all-too-enticing. Her next words brought a whole nother' wave, and the situation raised a good level or two.

Gritting his teeth, Jeffree stormed off to where his drink was- hey, there was never a wrong time to quench thirst. Running a hand through his hair, he reached toward the cap, fingers trembling. But when her speech ripped through his mind again, he threw it. Yup, he just chucked that sucker right at the wall. Coke splattered just about everywhere on the stone behind Hope, and oddly enough, it made him visualize yet another death scene of her's.

Her smug little smirk wasn't working over too well either, but he didn't let that little detail effect him too drastically. Walking up to her, Jeffree stood just inches away from her face, his eyes might as well had been burning a clear impression into hers. " You're really testing me Hope, you really fucking are. Why do you make everything in everyone's life worse? Why do you feel the need to piss me off even more? Do I look like a fucking push-over, bitch?"[/color] He retorted, picking up and smashing a little vase that lay atop a table beside him. Then something clicked in his anger-driven-little brain. Something that wasn't going to settle over well.

" Wait.. that's fucking It. You think i'm someone to just push aside, someone that doesn't mean anything. YOU FUCKING BITCH, "[/color] He yelled, pausing to stare her down a little. Backing up, just slightly, Jeffree gave her some room. " You will never fucking forget me. Never. I'll make damn sure of it baby. Damn sure."[/color] He declared, and god forbid she deny him that fact.




THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 470+ yehaw
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: ho' shit.. this came outta' me D:
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

Hope's eyebrows raised and she put an amused expression on her face. It wasn't that hard, his anger was actually amusing her. A small, but smug smile made it's way to her lips and she lifted up to her tiptoes to reach his ear a little better before letting out a soft whisper, "Bring it on, bitch," into his ear. She fell flat on her feet again, putting her hands on her hips and smiling at him innocently. She hadn't felt this much.. anger,and yet courage, in a long time. Hardly ever. She actually liked having the courage to stand up to someone.

Her head snapped, watching the coke splatter against the stone behind her. Her eyes widened a little and she turned back to look at Jeff with a shocked expression, but only for a moment. She couldn't be scared by him, she just couldn't. It wasn't going to work. Her facials expressions smoothed out, and the amused expression was once again back on her face, the smirk making its way back to her lips. This is what she wanted, right? She wanted to see how pissed off she could make him, and now it was working. She was delighted by this fact,but she knew that she didn't want to get hurt. She'd never been hit by a guy and she didn't want to see it happen yet. But hell, if that's what happened, then so be it.

Hope tilted her head to the side as he started rambling again, pushing some hair behind her ear. To be honest, this was all going through one ear and out the other. But she did listen to the last sentence, and she let out a little giggle, just trying to piss him off more and more, "Uh.. yeah?" she said, like it was obvious. Truly, she didn't think of him as a pushover, but he called her names. He pissed her off, and she wasn't going to stand for it anymore. She did jump a little when when he smashed the vase next to them, but she tried not to think about it.

She bit her lip, hard, when he said that and she wanted to shake her head no. Because she didn't think that, not in the slightest, but she wasn't going to admit that. Not right now. Not when he was being so much of an asshole. She could be a bitch, just as much as he could be an ass. When he backed up, she brought the smile back up to her lips and stepped forward, looking up at him, "Oh really? Try me."

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 459 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT I think I'm having too muh fun pissing him off.. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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Hope's little smug, i'm not scared attitude was really starting to annoy him. This wasn't something to be laughing about, this was serious. And if she thought he was someone to just stand there and be laughed at, she had another thing coming. Gritting his teeth, Jeffree turned his back to her, thinking really hard. " You know what Hope,"[/color] He paused, returning back to his previous pose.

Sighing, he cracked each of his knuckles, and rolled his head to crack his neck. " I don't want to hurt you, I really don't."[/color] The crazed boy stated, walking off to grab a little chair, and sitting down a foot or two away from her. Picking at his nails, he sat there quietly, and didn't make a single sound for atleast two minutes. Finally, he casually reached into his pocket, and calmly pulled out a neat little swiss-army-knife. Flipping out one of the shiny steel knives, Jeff fiddled with it.

Looking back up at Hope, he smiled sweetly, as if he hadn't just pulled a knife out. " I just don't think it's smart of you to.. fuck around with my emotions. I'm sure your lovely boyfriend wouldn't want his sorry excuse for a slut girlfriend to get hurt s'all."[/color] Jeffree exclaimed, and perfectly calm at that. His eyes then shot to the wall behind her, studying the coke splatter with an eager grin. But he looked back down, examining his little knife in his happy little way.
" Oh.. the things I could do.."[/color]
He mumbled, just audibly enough for her to hear if she were listening close enough. .. Oh the things he could do.





THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 340 or somethin
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: this one is sucky ._. sorry
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

Hope rose her eyebrows at Jeffree when he started to crack his knuckles. In all honesty, she was tired of acting like a bitch, she just wanted to apologize to Jeffree for her behavior and try to be friends again. This was ridiculous, they used to be good friends until they had to go and kiss. What the fuck was wrong with her? This wasn't her; this isn't how Victoria Hope Jean acted and it was upsetting her that she was being this way towards someone. She wanted to stop, but then again she didn't want to show weakness to him.

When he past her, she just kept looking at where he stood. She didn't know what to do now. She let out a sigh and turned around, not really paying attention to what was in his hand at the moment in time, "Jeffree, I-" She stopped when she noticed the knife in his hand and she let her eyes move from the knife to his eyes. She didn't say anything for a moment when he called her a slut, again. But anyone could tell that it hurt her, if they just looked in her eyes. That was the only name she couldn't stand to be called; she had been called that name so many times, it cut deep into her everytime that she heard it.

Hope sucked it up, and kept looking at his knife. He was just trying to scare her. And it was working, but she wouldn't dare let him know that. She wouldn't show it, either. She put a blank stare back on her face, and moved her eyes away from the knife. She wasn't scared of a knife. Hell, she had tried to kill herself many times with a knife before. There was nothing that he could do to her with that knife that would freak her out, well that's what she thought anyway.

She crossed her arms over her chest and rose one, lone eyebrow at the tattooed boy infront of her. She sure was being fucking courageous, when this guy could easily take her down. What the fuck was she thinking? "Oh, the things you could do?" She asked, in a quiet tone, but her voice got louder with each sentence she spoke after that, "The things that you could do? Jeffree, do you honestly think that a knife scares me? You're... You're fucking INSANE!"

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 420 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Sorry, this is kind of shit to me. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

[/color]

As Hope deemed him insane, a surge of newly found hate burned through him. He gripped the knife tightly, causing his arm to tremor ever so slightly." I'm not insane. I'm not. I'm normal, you're the insane one- you're the crazy one."[/color] If there was one thing he didn't like, it was being called anything close to crazy. She'd crossed the line. Jeffree looked down at his little device, taking one deep breath before his eyes shot back into hers.

Keeping his stare, Jeff just about jumped to his feet, kicking his chair to the side angrily. He took a step toward her, but then paused, and spun his knife in a skillful manner with his fingers. But then, suddenly, his expression turned into one of complete and utter sadness. Hell, he could have cried if he wanted to. " Why are you making me do this Hope... why are you making me do this."[/color] He asked in a strained, sad voice. But he didn't wait for an answer.

" Stupid fucking bitch," He neared where she was standing, his face nearly inches from her pretty-little-face. He brushed the knife along her thigh just slightly- oh how good it felt. Just one cut, or maybe two.. three? One scream- no, she needed to suffer. Inhaling deeply, Jeff clenched the knife, just barely holding himself back from doing the un-thinkable. Just barely. " I don't want to do it... please.."[/color] He said in a quiet little voice, sniffling as if to hold back tears. Though this time, he didn't give her space to move. He needed her to feel what he felt like, to be put into his state. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.





THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 300 somethin
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: unf, knife-y knife.
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

"I'm the insane one!? I haven't done anything! You're the one throwing shit, calling people names, and threatening them with a knife," She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She knew that she was fucked up, but she wasn't insane. If she were insane, she'd be trying to kill other people. Not herself. Well, atleast that's how she thought of it, anyway, "You're not normal, Jeff. You're fucking insane. Get over it." She knew that she was probably pushing him pretty far, but she couldn't help it. He was just making her so mad and when she was mad, she couldn't help herself.

When Jeff stood up and took a step toward her, she took a small step backwards. Yeah, that was showing a little fear, but she didn't want him anywhere near her. Last time he was close, they kissed and she couldn't have that happen again. That's why they were fighting so much now; that's why they hated each other. Her eyes widened slightly at him when he began to look, and talk, in a sad way. She couldn't stand when people were sad. Her facial expression softened and she bit her lip, looking up at Jeff, "I-..I'm not making you do anything," She whispered, in a sad tone. When she saw someone sad, it made her sad. She couldn't help it, she could be sad all she wanted, but when someone else was upset, she just wanted to take all their pain and sadness away.

Hope held her breath as Jeff was only inches from her. She didn't like it; she didn't like many guys being near her. It was a wonder she actually kissed Jeff that one time. She bit her bottom lip, her hands now shaking. She didn't like it when angry guys were close to her like this. She put one shaking hand over Jeff's on the knife. She couldn't let him do this, "Then don't," She said in a small, shaking voice. She hated that she was getting so worked him from him being so close to her, but lately she wasn't able to handle guys close to her. All because she was back to how she used to be. Fuck, "Jeffree, give me the knife."

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 410 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Sorry, this is kind of shit to me. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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Jeff's mind suddenly went blank. Everything fell silent. His wide eyes shot down to her hand over his, and didn't make a single peep. Eventually, he moved his free hand, and put it over the hand that she was restraining him with. His lip quivered, and his eye twitched, his anger swelling with every passing moment. " Don't tell me what to do.."[/color] He murmered in an almost dark, evil tone.

Within a split second, Jeff ripped her hand off of his violently, gnashing his teeth hard. No one was gonna boss him around anymore, she wouldn't ever tell him to shut up ever again. And with this, he pinned her hand to the sticky wall, glaring at her with a terrible hatred. Without so much as a second thought, he kept his stare, whilst taking his other armed hand and slowly pressing it into her stomach. Once he punctured the skin, his forehead wrinkled, and his lip poked out in an angry pout. He dragged the knife about an inch or two along, before pulling away rather abruptly.

Once again, Jeff's eyes widened, and he backed up, raising his hands in the air. His jaw dropped, along with his stomach, and thankfully, the knife. He kept walking backwards until he crashed into the soda machine loudly. Trembling, Jeff slid down to a sitting position. Again, he didn't break his stare with Hope, not for a second. He rubbed his hand over his face, as if to try and snap him out of a dream. Though to no avail, this was as real as it got. Shaking, Jeff held out his hands infront of him in a 'stop' gesture, backing up harder into the machine. Trying to get away. But obviously he couldn't melt into the vending machine and mingle with the sodas.






THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 350 somethin
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: look what you're doin to muh boi
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

Hope bit her bottom lip and her eyes widened at his dark tone. Now, she wasn't being courageous at all. He was scaring her with his look and his tone. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she shouldn't have pushed him this far. Now she was going to regret it, terribly, "Jeff, please," She said, in a quiet, scared tone. Her eyes moved down to the knife that they were both holding and she shaking again. She bit down on her lip harder, bringing blood to the surface and she licked it away.

She didn't see what was coming, and when he pulled her hand away and pinned her to the wall, she let out a loud gasp. A scared facial expression went over her features and she looked up at Jeffree, but the look on his face didn't help her at all, "Please," She whispered, trembling. When he pressed the knife into her stomach, her eyes widened even more and tears started flowing. No audible sounds would even come out of her mouth. Then, a lonesome sob came out of her mouth as he began to drag the knife. The tears wouldn't stop coming, and she finally let out a breath when he pulled it out, and her hands flew to the wound that was made.

"Wh-.. What the fuck?" She croaked out to herself, looking at the blood on her hands and clothes. She wasn't freaking out about the blood, she's seen worse. She was freaking out because she just got stabbed, and that's never happened. She's been cut, many times, by herself. And these were her favorite pajamas, ruined by blood. She put a hand to her mouth, trying to stop the sobs from coming out. She knew that she had pushed him too far. And now, she was in pain because of it. She couldn't believe what just happened, she knew that she should go to the infirmary and get a bandage on it, but then they would ask what happened, or they would assume that she was hurting herself again. She didn't want that to happen.

Hope lifted her shirt to look at the wound. Ew, disgusting. Her nose wrinkled up and she quickly put the shirt back down. This was terrible. She angrily wiped at her eyes, looking around the room for Jeffree. She needed to know why this happened. Her eyes landed on him, in the floor, against the vending machines. Her eyes searched for the knife, and it didn't take long for her to find it. She picked it up and wiped her blood off of it with her shirt. It was already ruined. She took in a deep breath and cautiously made her way over to Jeffree. Usually, a girl would probably go running off, but she had a heart, and she saw him freaking out, so she had to make sure that he was okay. Yeah, she was fucked up. Asking if the person that just fucking slashed you if they were okay? What the hell?

She knelt down infront of the tattooed boy and placed the knife to the side, "J- Jeffree.. Are you okay?" She asked, biting her bottom lip nervously afterward. Obviously he wasn't, so it was a stupid question, but that's all she could think of to say at that moment in time. She should be the one freaking out, but instead she was worried about Jeffree. She was insane. She was stupid. She should run to her dorm and never talk to him again, but.. she couldn't, and she didn't know why.

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 570 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Haha, i love how she doesn't freak out about the blood or anything. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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Jeffree watched in sorrow as she wiped her tears. Hell, he was close to crying himself. He wrapped his arms around himself as if to keep him from doing anything else. Not that he was still angry, but the thought of hurting her ever again made his stomach twist. As Hope knelt over towards him, he studied her injuries to their full extent. A gnarly slash lay under her blood stained shirt. Although he couldn't see it, he knew it hurt, obviously.

" You should go get that checked out Hope. You can tell on me if you want, I won't care,"[/color] Jeff exclaimed in a small, scared voice, not taking his eyes off her stomach. The only thing that he seemed to be capable of thinking about was that cut. It was of his creation- something that came from anger. He hadn't ever gotten anger management help, but he'd never thought he'd go this far. He hurt someone, not just emotionally, but physically. And although he told her otherwise- although she loved someone else far more than she'd ever love him. He loved her.

The boy's gaze dropped to the floor, and a heavy sigh was let forth from his chest." I'll never hurt you again. I'm so fucking sorry, like, for everything. All that stuff I said I didn't mean it I swear to fucking god Hope."[/color] He pleaded, removing his hands from his waist to cover his shameful face." Just go off with that damned boy of yours, I won't bother you anymore I guess.."Jeff said, reluctantly of course.





THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 320 somethin
OUTFIT: mhm mhm
COMMENTS: MHM. YOU GO OFF WITH THAT BOI OF YOURS.
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[victoria hope jean]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

It was tough to watch Jeffree act the way that he was. At first, he was scaring her, with all of the threats, and the knife, but now.. he was just depressing. She couldn't help but feel some sympathy towards him. Maybe he didn't know that he had such a bad temper? Was he here for anger problems? She didn't know, and she probably didn't want to know. It was shown just moments ago, when he did that to her. She wanted to tell him to go to the counselor and tell them that he needed help with his anger, badly, but she didn't. It wasn't her business if he needed, or wanted any help for that matter.

Hope shook her head in defiance when he told her that she should go get the cut checked out, "There isn't anything that that they're going to do in the infirmary, that I can't do myself," She said, in a calm voice. If she showed how freaked out she really was to Jeff, then he would probably just freak out even more. But she was telling the truth. All she had to do is clean the wound out and put a bandage or something over it. It wasn't that hard, and it wouldn't cause any questions. No one would ever know what happened. That was easier to her, "Jeff, I'm not going to tell on you. That'll just cause drama and stress that neither of us need."

She knew that she was probably being too nice for her own good. She should be screaming at him and raving. Hitting him. Something to get payback for what he'd just done. But that wasn't her; she wasn't the type of girl to do that. Just forgive and forget.. right? Ha, not at all. She couldn't even forget what Alex had done to her, but to her, this wasn't as bad as what Alex did. Even if Jeffree could have done so much worse. It wouldn't have mattered to her, it would have just saved her alot of trouble herself. She shook the thoughts from her head and looked at Jeff, "And it's not as bad as you're thinking it is."

She reached up and gently pulled his hands away from his face, looking him in the eye, "It's okay, Jeff. Yeah, it hurts what you did, but I caused all of this shit and I'm sorry for pushing you over the edge," she said quietly, but in a genuinly sorry tone. If she hadn't of led him on, in a manner of speaking, she really didn't think that she led him on at all, none of this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have called her names, they wouldn't have fought, and it wouldn't have turned physical. The next thing that he said got to her. Yeah, she liked Kobby alot. Alot more than Jeffree, but she couldn't picture Jeffree not being in her life, ".. I still want us to be friend, Jeff," She said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO Jeffree AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT 547 WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING this!. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT I DO WHAT I WANT.. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

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CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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As his hands were pryed away from his face, Jeffree cautiously looked at Hope. It was weird- all of it. She'd just been wounded, yet she was totally calm, not even saying one harsh word. It confused him alot. Fuck, if it were him, he'd be grabbing the nearest shot-gun and blasting people's heads off. So to speak. That wasn't considered mad-no. Would a mad man simply sit there and allow himself to be stabbed, of course not. Or atleast, that's how Jeffree pretty much viewed anything that had to do with his sanity. He was sane. No anger-issues, nothin'.


As Hope stated that she still wanted to be friends, he winced, looking away sadly. His hand clenched tightly, and he sighed deeply." I don't know Hope.. I honestly don't think I can handle being in a ' friend ' relationship knowing that i'm second in line. Knowing that someone else will be more special than me. Call it jealousy, but I just dunno. " Jeffree exclaimed, thinking about Kobby. What did she see in him.. sure, he was handsome- whatever. His personality was medicore compared to Jeff's. If someone were to kiss Belle, yeah he'd be mad, but he wouldn't hate the other guy for it and then be an ass towards Belle. Yet Hope still adored him, and wanted that guy with a passion.

" I do like you though Hope.. and i'm really sorry for all this stuff i've done. I just need to feel special."[/color] He said in a low, strained voice. His shoulders relaxed, and all tension seemed to lower a good bit within him. Jeff had no idea how she'd react to his statements, but atleast he got them off his chest.




THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


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