Poor Unfortunate Souls (Rhys)

[Sawyer Carson]

The library was never somewhere that Sawyer frequented very often. However, while walking arm in arm with a pretty book worm boy, she was considering it more and more as a place to get 'aquainted.' He wasn't her usual type, but he was interested and she was already reeling from her after classes line. That light airy feeling hit her head and her arms just felt loose. Giggling at a literary joke that went over her head, Sawyer smiled at the boy as he lead her down the hall to the book lined walls of his usual haunt.

"Show me your favorite book!" feigning interest in his obsession was easy when she was a little high. Not that anyone else would be able to tell. He led her excitedly back to a quiet space between shelves to point out the John Steinbeck section. Sawyer had no idea who that was. And she didn't care. "That's so, crazy! He's my favorite author too!!!" With a polite giggle, she put her hand to his chest.

It was then that the boy clued into the fact that her interest was not in books entirely. And to his delightful suprise, neither were his. Sawyer shuddered a little as his hand went to her arm. Giving him her tell tale daring smile, she pressed her body to his and he greated her welcomingly. Pulling her in close he let his lips hit hers gently. His hand got tangled in the golden locks falling around her face. His other hand went to her waist and toyed with the hem of her shirt. Her hands raised quickly to his t-shirt to grip it, pulling him closer to her. Their lips collided together, pressing each other on. Daring the other to go further. The boys hand moved from her waist to her tight stomach and inched upward under her shirt, as hers inched downward to the button of his pants.

This indeed was quite a sight to see for anyone near....



Outfit!!

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys should have known better than to try to leave as classes were being let out for the day. The halls were filled with students going where they would, dorms or wherever they had planned. It was a bit of chaos like he remembered it being back in his days here. After narrowly dodging a pair of boys chasing each other, he nearly shouted after them to tell them to take it outside, but his eye was caught by a flash of blond hair and a smile he thought he was all too familiar with.

He froze where he stood, getting bumped by a few people before the crowd started to thin out and people realized he wasn't going anywhere. 'That doesn't make sense,' he thought as he slowly started to make his way after the girl and the boy she was hanging on; that was yet another reason it couldn't be her. 'Why would she be here? And why would she be on that boy like that even if she was?' He couldn't remember the last time he felt so unnerved. Rhys didn't want to think that Sawyer was cheating on him...could she technically cheat on him? It wasn't like they'd ever said they were in a relationship. Worse than that, was she a student at Hammel? Her ID said twenty-one, but if she was lying about her age and fooling around with other guys, what else was she lying about?

He barely caught sight of them as they headed into the library, and by the time he made it into the room, they were out of sight. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to look around a little bit just to be certain it wasn't her, he moved further into the library. Rhys was looking around when he found some boy getting a little handsy with a girl. "Hey, kids, this isn't the place for that," he said, dropping his hand on the guy's shoulder and pulling him back slightly "Take it to your dor-"

Rhys was definitely stunned again; his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him afterall. This was why that faint scent was pulling his mind back to his apartment. Sawyer was there, right in front of him playing around with some boy in a secluded part of the library. He couldn't decide if he was more angry or confused. For a moment, he rubbed at his face then asked, "What exactly are you doing here?" At this point, it was fairly obvious Rhys was more or less unaware of the boy's presence.

[Sawyer Carson]

Her stomach felt like it was sinking in her body. This could not have been happening. He wasn't supposed to find her here. All she had to do was stay away from him at school until the end of term. Then she would have graduated and no one would have to get in trouble. Even as messed up as her head could be, she didn't want him to be fired over sex. That was ridiculous! "Well... I...." She looked at the boy and straightened her hair and shirt. Looking to the book worm she gave him an appologetic smile. "Sorry.. ehh....Who ever you are...But I think you should.. like... run... Away..." The boy adjusted his clothes, sized Rhys up and then left with a bewildered expression.

Turning to the man she most frequently slept with, Sawyer sighed. Taking his shirt front she pulled him further into the little quiet space they had. "Rhys... Lets not get...too caried away here." What was she supposed to say to him? "Look, I know what this looks like. But you have to hear me out." My head felt floaty still and I tried to form proper words that didn't consist of "would you like to pick up where he left off?"

Putting her palm to her face she sighed. "Rhys when I found out that you worked here, I was already rather interested in our sexpeditions." She kept her voice low. "I lied to you the first night because I was high okay? And when I'm like that all I look for is a good time. I never expected to end up coming back for more or having it continue for as long as it has okay?" It hurt even her to say that.

Licking her lips, "Just like now! I don't know who that kid was. But I'm on drugs. His name doesn't matter to me. You.... were a challenge... that I ended up liking. And even if it ment being...real around you, it felt worth it okay. I didn't want you to get in trouble. I figured I only had to lie until graduation and then everything would be fine." She looked up at him searching his face for a trace of what he was thinking. It couldn't have been anything good.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys wanted nothing more than to punch the boy before he walked off, and even then, it was more than tempting to shove over one of the shelves of books. Thankfully, he was smart enough to know that drawing attention to this...situation was less than ideal for him. Sawyer might get slapped with a few detentions; he'd lose his job. The confusion was rapidly dissipating and just as quickly fueling his anger. So it was that she'd been lying to him since the night they'd met. She probably still was.

"So you're telling me that you knew this could cost me my job, and you didn't bother to warn me or just say we'd have to pick things later since your life was getting crazy? If you're going to lie to me about so many relevant things, something like that shouldn't have been a problem for you," he said quietly, letting his anger seep out of his words and poison his tone. "This place is home to me, and you could easily cost me that."

So far, Rhys was managing to not glare furiously and yell at Sawyer. He did like the girl; there was no denying that at this point. If he didn't care so damn much, this wouldn't be a problem at all. He would just leave the situation and her behind him. "We're going to need to talk about some things, and from the looks of things, you're not going to be terribly fond of what I have to say," he said, finally managing to look her in the eyes without radiating frustration at her.

[Sawyer Carson]

She had taken to staring at her feet. He was right. She didn't want to hear anything. "I have dance rehersal in about ten minutes..." Blinking her glassy eyes she looked up at him. He hurt. She knew that. She felt genuinely bad for what she'd done to him. "I- I can skip it though...I'll do double blocks of it tomorrow instead." Talking about nothing as she was now, helped her to not cry. He wasn't yelling, but every inch of her could feel how tense he was getting.

Staring into his eyes she took a long moment to sort out a few things. He was irrationally mad. She knew that he cared for her. If he didn't he wouldn't be standing there any longer. They needed to be in a better place to talk. This was dangerous. What if someone heard? Looking around Sawyer checked for listening ears but not too many people where there at the time.

"Rhys..." she wanted to go back and make things right. But she knew she couldn't. Maybe Braxton was right in blaming her for everything wrong in the world. Perhaps she did demand trouble be made in her wake. "We should go back to your appartment and just talk this all out..." Not that it was the safest place for her to go, not if he was going to explode on her. But it was better than being here and getting found out. "I can meet you there. So it doesn't look like we are leaving together." She gave him a pleading look and bit her bottom lip. She was feeling very suddenly sober.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys clenched his fists and tightened his jaw, looking away from her for a moment as he tried sorting things through in his head, but he was getting nowhere fast. Or slow, for that matter. His mind was just not working at the moment. Apparently she did want to talk with him about things, even if she was just going to try and defend herself. It wouldn't change anything though.

"No, go on to your dance rehearsal. We can meet up later," he said when looked back at her. Rhys could see what he could almost pin as regret on her face, but he wasn't sure. His anger was throwing off his usual decent sense of people's feelings. "I need to go for a run anyway and clear my head. I've got a lot on my mind." Granted, it was all because of her and from the last few minutes, but that was unnecessary to point out.

He paused for another short moment before letting his breath out with a sigh. "We can talk later. No point in you skipping your dance stuff over this." He really didn't see a point in talking about it either. As much as he cared about her, she had lied, cheated...kinda, and was way into some illegal activities. Drugs, really? Rhys wanted to smack her over that alone. What the heck was she doing messing around with that stuff.

[Sawyer Carson]

She looked at him stunned. He was brushing her off. Suddenly she felt a sting of irritation. "I've had dance schools all across this country begging me to come study with them... you really think that missing one dance rehersal for something this important, is going to effect my dancing?" She shook her heand and almost glared. She did need to go. She'd actually skipped her last four rehersals to go meet up with him.

Breathing in deep she tried to let her irritation subside. "alright... I'll meet you at your appartment in.... an hour or two. I'm not running from this. I've made a mistake I won't deny that." Taking a pony tail holder from her bag she tried to pull back all her hair in a messy pony tail. "If you finish your run before the hour, just come find me. I'll be in a private rehersal room."

Sawyer was shaking as she made her way out of the little nook. She gave him last look and tried to put as much as she could into it. Her appology, her feelings for him, and her fears, before turning and walking out of the library. Her feet found the rehersal room quickly. It was a second home to her. As she changed she found herself wanting to rage... all over. But she needed to focus. "Just get this over with..." She turned on her music. It was soft and passionate. But haunting and tortured. She closed her eyes and let her feet cary her through the steps.

Sawyer's ability to project her thoughts was working against her. While she danced, she let every part of her go even her mind. So sometimes her imagination had a tendancy to filter out. Right now the walls were plastered with his face. The way he looked at her just then. The music intensified and Sawyer stumbled. She was almost mortified of him that way. But as the song picked up, she let her mind wander to their many nights of passion. She let the image of his skin run over the walls. His lips parting and gritting in his lust for her. She trailed over how his muscles rippled with their every movement. How sweat rolled from his brow in the heat of their act. She opened her eyes and watched Rhys' eyes clench shut and his head tilted back. The song ended and the walls cleared free of her imagination.

Blinking for a moment she sighed. It'd been almost thirty minutes. Turning to the music she looped it back and started once more. No imagination distractions this time. Before long the hour had come to a close and I went to my dorm to shower, change back into my normal clothes, and then head down to my car. I looked around hoping I'd catch a glimps of him leaving as well.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys watched her leave, his emotions torn on what he was going to do about this rather horrible situation. He killed a few minutes looking around that area of the library for any potential eavesdroppers before heading to a bathroom and changing into his running gear. He rarely actually drove his car to work; instead, he'd wake up early and run the distance to the school before cleaning up in a bathroom and dressing in carefully folded clothes stashed in his bag.

From there, he jogged back into town, feeling the exertion pulling on his last remaining reserves as real energy while feeding on his powers. A smile crossed his face. This was what he need, natural exhaustion even if he couldn't feel it. It still made it difficult for him to think. His feet took him to the gym where he engaged in a fast, heavy-duty workout before heading home. It wasn't as long as he preferred, but after the run from Hammel, it was probably enough. Rhys decided to head on home.

It may have been a bit cold, but Rhys stripped off his shirt as he jogged home. He was feeling more than a bit heated from his argument, his work out, and the anger he still had burning in his heart were making him build up a hot, heavy sweat. The cool air felt refreshing against his exposed skin, and he raced on to his apartment to make sure he beat Sawyer there. Perhaps he could even shower before she arrived.

Sure enough, she wasn't waiting for him when he got home, so he went inside and left the door unlocked as he went to shower so she could come inside if she arrived before he was done cleaning up a little.

[Sawyer Carson]

Getting in her car she rested her head back and shut her eyes. Turning it over she sighed. The music was uncomfortably loud. With a start she nearly jumped out of her damn skin and then turned it down. Now she remembered. The other night coming back from Rhys' she'd been so over stimulated from him she let the music consume her all the way home that night. Pulling out of the parking lot she searched for a new cd to put in and made her way down town.

She had the best of Mozart playing now and of course she'd turned it back up almost all the way. Parking on the street as she normally did she looked up to his appartment. A light was on so he'd come home already. Letting out a long sigh she lightly banged her head on the stearing wheel. "Stupid stupid stupid!" With a growl she got out of her car and locked it, her heels clacking against the pavement as she made her way to his appartment.

She knocked once then let herself in. The shower was running. This was normally the part where she got in, still in her underwear and maybe a white tank top, and joined him there. Letting the water stick her clothes to her skin. She shook the thoughts from her head as she blinked and sighed. "Hey..." She didn't really know what to say so she just went to the kitchen for a glass of water to cool her nerves while she waited.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys heard someone come into his apartment and waited quietly until he heard Sawyer say hello to him. Even though he was angry with her, he couldn't help but smile as her voice reached his ears. He'd meant to be out of the shower and dressed by the time she got there, but clearly, he'd taken too long. "I'm back here in the shower, Sawyer. I'll be out soon," he shouted back.

It wasn't long before Rhys walked out of his bedroom to see Sawyer. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, and he was still more or less damp from the water. He was toweling his dry as he walked into the room. A few rivulets of water ran down his body from his hair as he walked into the room, the streams working their way down the creases of his muscles. "How'd your practice go?" he asked, surprised he was so calm as he spoke.

In his mind, he had mostly pictured himself exploding when he talked to her, tearing down every little thing that bothered him and building up toward the lying and the drugs. He wasn't sure how exactly she felt about him despite what she'd said, but he was still going to make a few demands if she wanted to even consider seeing him in a platonic, let alone romantic, way.

[Sawyer Carson]

Sighing at the sound of his voice she found herself wishing she was in that shower. And him entering the room with all the water rolling off him was not making her feel any more concentrated. Did he have to do that? After her rehersal and the images on the wall there, Sawyer was feeling a little....Well that didn't really matter. She gulped down her water and set the glass in the sink. "It was... well normal. I'm awesome. I know what I'm doing so...." With a sigh she leaned on the counter looking down at her feet again.

He seemed a little more calm. But plenty of time spent people watching told her not to trust it entirely. "You're mad. I know. And I know I was stupid to lie about being a student." She paused and looked at him from the side a little. God he was gorgeous. "And I'm sorry you found out the way you did." It wasn't that Rhys wasn't enough for her. She just liked to chase people. It was who she'd been for a while now. Changing her ways for someone that hadn't made it a point to make everything exclusive seemed like a bad choice to her. Maybe she was wrong.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Apparently Sawyer wasn't afraid to dive head first into the issue and get to the heart of things. Rhys could at least appreciate that. "You know, there's a lot of problems here, and some of them are huge. I'm not sure I can move past some of them, let alone all of them. I'm pretty angry about some things, and there's no way to appease that anger besides some changes in how you do things." He didn't know where to start in on her.

"First up, you've lied about something pretty huge. I've known you for a while now, and I've spent that time under the impression that you were at least twenty-one and fairly grown up. Instead, you're still in high school." Rhys was starting with what felt like the smallest issue. He wasn't sure how she'd explain why she thought that was okay. "I understand using a fake ID to get drinks at a bar, but damn, you've put me in a position where I could go to jail for giving you alcohol and could lose my job for sleeping with a student."

[Sawyer Carson]

She sighed. Well.. She was right he was still pretty mad. Taking off her sweat shirt she set it on a chair as she moved around and made her way to the living room. "I know. I'm sorry." He wanted her to change how she did things? He better not have ment too much. Crossing her arms she supressed the urge to get on the defencive.

"I know you could get in trouble. That's why I didn't want anyone to find out. And.. I'm eighteen...now..." That sounded more stupid than she wanted it to. "Look by the time I figured it out I..." Stopping a minute she looked up at him and sighed. "When I saw you I knew you were older. And older guys like you don't go for highschool girls. No one does. And I like real men." Boys were fun to toy with, but men were better at the task. "So I lied. We are only a few years appart any how and you were in school at somepoint when I was. When I found out you worked for the school I got scared. Telling you ment I had to fess up!" Now here was the real confession. "And I was afraid if I told you then I'd loose you." She let the room fall scary silent as she uttered the last few words.

[Rhys Rockwood]

He frowned at her as she spoke. "Really? You were worried you'd lose me if I knew you were underage? As opposed to if I discovered you were lying to me and putting me in this position willfully? You're right, I would have left you if you'd told me. Where you were wrong, the age thing would settle itself quickly, and you're graduating in what, a month? You really think I wouldn't have waited two months for you?" he asked. Rhys was bothered with what she'd lied about and what it could cost him, but he was extremely bothered that she was okay with lying to him, even after deciding she might want to see him more than a one time fling. "I don't even know how I can trust you again with how much you've lied to me."

Rhys took a moment and tossed his towel back into his bedroom. "I suppose that's even ignoring the fact that I found you in the library getting rather personal with another guy, undercutting me pretty roughly. Should I bother asking if he's the exception or if you've been doing that pretty frequently?" he wondered aloud, already figuring there were others. It still felt unfair to hold it against her since neither had even mentioned exclusivity.

[Sawyer Carson]

"NO! I didn't Rhys! I didn't expect you to wait or accept or anything!!" She was struggling not to scream. A slight raise had come to her voice but nothing more. "Because no one waits for me!" Holding her head in her hands she brushed her hair back and closed her eyes. She was trying to wrap her head around what he was telling her. And trying not to let the sting of being accused of sleeping around hurt to bad.

She licked her lips and looked at him. "There were a lot more other boys and men in the begining. But the more we saw eachother the less I wanted any of them. I don't know why I went after.....whats his name." She sighed again. "But I regret it imediately. And obviously it hurts you. If you don't want me to see other people too then you should have just said something." She wasn't going to commit until he made it so. Until he was putting that much into it neither was she.

Stepping closer to him, Sawyer carefully laid a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "Please Rhys." Her curly hair hung at her face in a mess from her rehersal, half up and half falling out. "I was scared and stupid. Plese see past that."