I'm only getting started [cecilia]

[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


The homecoming dance itself had been pretty lame, as expected by many of the students, Austin included. He hadn't expected much of it but had decided to go anyway. Now he was stumbling into the after party at Baylee's house. He had gotten a ride with a couple of hid buddies that were going, and even though Austin was an outcast he was usually able to get into parties, even if they were at a queen's house. His sister was a queen, so she could usually pull some strings for him, and even besides that it was pretty well known around school that Austin was a big partier.

At the dance he had somehow lost his tie, but was still dressed in his black pants, dress shoes, and his white collared shirt with the first few buttons undone now, showing the white undershirt that was underneath. Now that he was inside the house his eyes scanned the room. He had hoped to find a girl at the dance, but there hadn't really been any that caught his eye, and so far he wasn't seeing any here either. He didn't usually go for any of the queens, they were all too stuck up for his liking, and he didn't want to get into it with any of his sister's friends either. So far though, that was all he was seeing.

He reached his hand up and pushed back his blonde shaggy hair before slipping it into the pocket of his pants. His fingertips brushed over the plastic baggy in his pocket which had a few ecstasy pills left in it. He was only down one so far, and since he had been taking it so often lately it wasn't nearly enough to get him rolling. He knew he would be by the end of the night though, with or without anyone else.

After a moment of looking around the room he finally decided to wander, and made his way to a large bowl of mixed alcohol. He took one of the red solo cups and filled the cup before taking a long swig of the strong concoction.

[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   She had opted out of Homecoming, and chosen a dance competiton instead. Homecoming was the lame version of prom, and though she was happy for her friend, Cecilia couldn’t care less about Homecoming Queen. Throwing down her First Place Overall High Score trophy, her Mary Poppins award, and her Miss iHollywood Dance crown and sash on her bed, she raced into action. She had to get over to the after party quickly, not wanting to miss too much drama. After taking an insanely quick shower, she dried herself off, and jumped into a pair of high waisted shorts, throwing a sweater over her underwear, and stepping into one of the many pairs of Louboutin heels she owned. She left her hair in a big, voluptuous ponytail, grabbed the keys to her lexus and took off. The party was pretty low key right now some booze being passed around, Music playing, as far as she could see, no one worth bothering with just yet. She sauntered over to the punch bowl, spotting Austin pouring himself a glass. “Shouldn’t you be drinking water? You don’t want to dehydrate” she poked as she took the cup from him and turned, giving him an inch or two between them. She took a sip of it and made a face. It was strong, mixed with almost everything but the kitchen sink. Making eye contact with him she smiled. He looked cute today, not like his usual freakshow self. She could always appreciate when a man dressed nicely, especially for her. She liked Austin, he was a cool kid. Cecilia would never tell anyone she liked him or that she enjoyed his company, but he was a good friend, and he got the best E in town. It was also in Cecilia’s favor that he was willing to share with her on occasion. So, her pure admiration for the kid was growing, but in a hushed manner. “You look nice” she said, taking a moment to drink him in, she was at his eye level in her heels. “Dress like this more often, and maybe I wouldn’t have to blame you stopping by my room on the circus freak that I live with” She had to chuckle to herself at that one. When asked, the blond always said that Austin stopped by for Lenora, Thankfully, people believed her, knowing the blond would never openly hang out with someone like him. words|404 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Before Austin even had time to recover from the strong taste of alcohol that was sending a burning sensation down his throat, someone was taking his cup right from his hand. A smirk appeared on his face when he realized it was Cecilia. She was one of the queens he could actually tolerate, and in fact he liked her in a way. He liked that she was opinionated and strong-headed, and that she wouldn't back down from anyone, not even him. They met up sometimes, sometimes just to hang out, sometimes things happened between them. Now that she was in front of him, well he was interested.

"What's up, Queenie?" He said now, ignoring her first comment, and using the nickname he had made for her that she hated. She was the leader of the queens after all, and it was slightly ironic that she would waste her time hanging around Austin who was an outcast. He had been told often that he had what it took to be a king, but being in that clique had never struck him as something he wanted to do. He felt like he fit in with the outcasts better. "Drink too strong for you?" he watched as she sipped from his cup and the face she made.

He let his eyes look her over, she was always dressed nicely, in what he could only imagine were the nicest and highest designer brand clothing. He usually treaded around in a t-shirt and jeans, so this was definitely dressed up for him. He raised an eyebrow at the compliment she gave him "That's not something I usually hear from you. But, likewise." he said and let out a small chuckle. He hated dressing up, and he hated shopping. He turned back towards the table and filled himself another cupping, knowing well that he wouldn't be getting his back from Cecelia. He took another sip from his new cup, turning back towards her now.

"Are you here with anyone?" he asked. He was pretty sure that she hadn't been at the dance, and if that was so then she probably wasn't here with a date or anything. Maybe he would find himself getting lucky with her tonight.

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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   She rolled her eyes at the nickname. She personally hated most nicknames that were graced upon her. She would tolerate it though, it wasn’t embarrassing, or hateful. Her father’s nicknames for her she hoped would never be heard past her own ears. He called her things like “Ceileycakes” and “Cecibear” No one other then daddy would be allowed to call her such names. As people were quick to nickname her, She still had not been able to rival some of the as quickly. Maybe it was because she liked calling people by their full first names. It was comfortable to do so, no one could rival it because it was their legal given name. You don’t fight law. “Its cheap alcohol” she complained, taking another sip. “I’m sure theres like everyone’s left over Georgi, Pinnacle and Thunderbird in here” she sighed, looking into the cup and taking another sip. He complimented her outfit, and she smiled. It was pretty easy to make her smile, she was kind of a sweetheart all the time, it was getting on her good side, and getting off her badside which was the hard part. She was actually pretty easy to get along with if you were able to back down to her every once in a while. Her friends understood that, and allowed her to be the fearless leader that they looked to for advice and cheered on at Dance competitons. She supported her friends, bought them gifts, paid for nights on the town, and made them feel like princesses. The question was rarely “why are you friends with her?” but more so “why wouldn’t you want to be friends with her? When he asked if she was had a date, she laughed. Cecilia didn’t really ‘casually’ date. It wasn’t something wanted to partake in, and sleeping around just reaked of classlessness. “No, You should know by now, I don’t just casually go out with people” she shrugged. She firmly believed in not wasting her time with Mr. Right now, and having herself be totally ready for Mr. Right. The last boyfriend she had was last year, she dated him for the entire school year, and broke up when she argued with him on spending the summer in Martha’s Vineyard versus New York City. The whole argument was stupid anyway. Martha’s Vineyard was totally not the place you to be seen, unless visiting a grandparent. words|404 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Austin raised his eyebrows as she complained about her drink, it was pretty clear that she had expensive taste, where as Austin could care less as long as it got the job done. He took his cup and tapped it against hers as he said "Quit complaining and drink up" a playful smirk stayed on his face until he raised his cup to his lips and down the rest of what was in the cup.

He was a bit taken back by her response, he knew that she didn't really date people, but since close to everyone was coming from the dance he wasn't sure if she had been with anyone. "Well, then." he said "Someone's feeling a little feisty tonight?" he teased, a smile playing on his face. He didn't date either, but had his fair share of hookups. The ecstasy usually put him in a lovey mood and if he was doing it with a girl, things were just bound to happen.

Letting his eyes linger on hers, he commented "I'm surprised you're standing here talking to me, Queenie." It was obvious that her leadership role in the clique she took seriously, and talking with an outcast would usually be out of the question "What do ya say, we go somewhere else?" He asked now, meaning in the house, just out of the crowd. He held his empty cup in one hand, his other hand falling back into the pocket of his pants again "I've got enough for the both of his" He gave her a questioning look, she would know what he was referring to, he was sure of it.

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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   She rolled her eyes to him, resting the rim of the red solo cup against her bottom lip. She would never openly admit it, but she liked being told what to do. She liked rules, standards and practices that were not only inforced by modern society, but personal rules inforced by herself and the people around her. She chugged what was left in the cup, her face contorting to the taste. She didn’t complain anymore, knowing this would just lead to pointless bickering that she did not want to partake in. He called her feisty, and she grinned genuinely. She shrugged. She wasn’t really sure about how she felt right now about having someone call her their girlfriend. There was a lot of pressure attached to those words, living up to expectations of the friends, family and other people of importance in the “boyfriend’s” life. Honestly, it was all around stressful and not worth it at the age of seventeen. She could have been seen talking to him, but Cecilia was pretty good at making up excuses, even blaming it on other people. “I can just tell someone I was drunk, and get mad at them for not protecting me, I hold that kind of power.” She teased him, though that was most likely her real plan of action. She would most likely blame the alcohol, and whoever saw her speaking to him for not pulling her away. That person would be uninvited to her next event, and would be forced to give back their Proenza “PS1” bag she had given each girl. “Give me some first, then I’ll go anywhere with you” she joked, bending down carefully to take a water bottle from the cooler next to the table. She knew that it would take a half an hour to really kick in. It wasn’t like coke, where on contact you felt it, or pot where it was a slow build up. It took a good thirty minutes to kick into your system, then lasted for about two hours, then you came down. The two hours of bliss was normally spent with Austin, she would probably be naked, or partially naked. “I do have a question though, are you actually really good in bed? Or do you just make sure I’m rolling before you fuck me because you suck?” Ouch. She meant it in a teasing manner, and knew Austin would just give it right back to her. He didn’t fold when she abused him emotionally, she liked that. words|404 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Austin just stared at her for a moment when she spoke, the worst part was he knew that everything she said was true. It was actually kind of fascinating to him how she had that kind of power over people, and it was like that for the kings and the queens, which was half more of the reason he had no interest in those cliques. His only interests laid in Cecilia and his sister, Clarissa. After a short moment of silence he let out "Protect you from what?" he moved a step closer to her now, letting one of his hands reach towards her face, his fingers gently picking up a piece of her blonde hair and moving it back away from her face "You don't seem scared to me." It wasn't as if Austin was some scary guy at school that everyone was afraid of, it was just pretty obvious he was a druggie.

Austin looked around the room sketchily, no one really seemed to be paying attention to them. It wasn't as if they were in a public place or there were adults around or anything, but he still didn't like taking pills out in front of other people. Then people would start asking him for some, offering money sometimes, even though he wasn't a dealer. "I don't just hand this shit out like candy." he said under his breathe, he had no problem giving her any, he just didn't really want to in front of others. At her next comment he said "Ouch." exactly her thoughts. "You know, I think you already know the answer to that one Ceci. But since you've asked, maybe I'll have to find you when I'm sober sometime." he smirked, he liked having a good time, and he knew she was just teasing him. It was all in fun.

After looking around quickly, he pulled his other hand out of his pocket, he had the pill between his fingers and held it up to her mouth for her to take now. He didn't want to risk losing it, they costed a good bit of money, and he didn't want to risk it somehow getting traced back to him, either. His eyes fell to meet hers, waiting to see if she'd take it right then or not.

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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   The blond shrugged. Austin wasn’t a scary person, but to her friends, he couldn’t be trusted. “Protect me from going off with you after you drugged me” she smiled coyly. The blond had become pretty good ad manipulating things so they went her way. Maybe it was because her friends relied on her to pay for almost everything, or because they liked the treatment they got, but they wouldn’t point fingers at her for lying. You always protected your queen bee. Cecilia rolled her shoulders back, relaxing a bit as he took out one of the pills. The high she got from e made her night so much more enjoyable. She would laugh, sing, roll around on, dance, everything was just happy when she took E. And when she did a line or two of coke while rolling, she was in sheer bliss. Luckly, she had enough for one or two lines that she was willing to share with Austin. “I expect one more later though, plus, I have more party favors on me” she bounced slightly from excitement as she spoke. Cecilia opened her mouth for him to pop it in her mouth. , it wasn’t a huge pill, but it wasn’t tiny like her birth control either. She wasn’t really a fan of swallowing pills, she had never found it simple like most people. Like a champ, she dry swallowed it. Though she had a water bottle in her hand, it had been sitting in ice water, and her hands were wet and slippery from getting it in the first place. She looked to him, her eyes wide and innocent. Before starting off to the house on her tip toes. She rubbed her hands on her shorts before trying to open the water again. Her throat was starting to itch from swallowing without chasing it down. Finally, she handed over the bottle to Austin, and watched him carefully. “I’m watching you” she joked, as if she didn’t trust him. There were times when she put her full trust in him without thinking, like not going around and telling everyone they were sleeping together, or the times when she would come by his room at night just to hang out. One time she came over in the middle of the night when she knew he had just scored. She eventually wound up naked, passed out in his bed in one of her fur jackets, and a ton of jewelery and heels. She never once told on him, or even thought to tell, and she hoped he thought the same way. There was a lot of unspoken trust between the two. If it were socially allowed, she probably would date him... words|404 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Austin put the pill into her mouth gently so that it would just fall in, and he watched as she dry swallowed it. "Big expectations from the guy that's drugging you, huh?" He teased her, if she wanted another one later he would obviously cough one up to her. He always had a good time with her in these situations, and he had enough in his pocket for the both of them. He kept his eyes on her as he dug another one from his pocket and put it into his own mouth this time, only instead of swallowing it he chewed his. It wasn't a pleasant taste at all, but he had gotten so used to it by now that it didn't bother him anymore. Besides, chewing it hit him faster and stronger.

He watched Cecilia struggling to open her water and could see the discomfort on her face. He took the bottle from her and twisted to cap off with ease, then took a quick sip of it before handing it back to her. Maybe it wouldn't be exactly what she was expecting, but he would have rather gotten that taste out of his mouth then let it sit there until he could find his own bottle. It would take a good twenty minutes or so before it really hit him, and it was this short time period of waiting that he hated the most. He looked around his surroundings, the people talking and dancing, and suddenly felt crowded. He put his hand into his other pocket, this time taking out a pack of Marlboros. "I'm gonna smoke a cig real quick." he said, taking one from the pack and holding it between his lips before holding the open pack out to her as an offer. It was starting to get warm in the house from everyone piling in and standing in such close quarters. He hated that feeling, and really just wanted t get outside for a minute for a breathe of air. He didn't know if Cecilia would necessarily follow him out for one though, there would be less people outside, and it'd be more noticeable that they were associating with each other.

Things between him and Cecilia were always different. He was an outcast, she was a queen. Things would happen between them, sometimes bizarre things, that neither of them brought up afterwards. He never thought to really tell anyone about it, and he highly doubted that she wool ever tell anyone about her escapades with an outcast.

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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   As he teased, Cecilia rolled her big blue eyes. “You’ve led me to believe that I can cout on you for only a small handful of things, You always come through, yes, but if its outside of the realm within how our relationship works, I doubt I’d even think to ask” She pushed her hair back over her shoulder before taking the bottle bacck from him, taking a sip of her own. She had shared more with him then a bottle, so it didn’t even phase her. She recovered the bottle, looking him over once more. A small part inside of her wished that he was socially acceptable to be seen with, or even date for that matter. She could not deny the fact that while he stood here all dressed up, her girl parts weren’t taking notice of him. Though she was always high when she was around him, the blond never had a bad high with him. Internally she wondered what he thought of her, or even more so how he saw her. Did he think she was just some polly prissy pants who got everything she wanted and more just by wiggling her nose or something? She knew her human side remained unseen to most of the world, she liked it that way. But she was human and real, she bled the same way, she cried the same way, she just couldn’t help that she was more confidant in herself and her actions then most. He offered her a Marlboro and she held up her had and shook her head passing on the bogie. She smoked, it wasn’t that she was above it. It was the possibility of being linked to each other which worried her. This was the last thing she needed popping up on Rumor or Revenge, with her title hanging so delicately in the balance. “Thanks, but I’m going to get the ball rolling, I’ll text you where and the password” She tapped her nose discretely. The only ball she was going to get rolling was an eight ball, to help speed up the waiting time. As for a password, it was for her safety, if she locked herself in a room, and someone wanted to get in, asking for it was the only safe way to know who it was. She turned away from him and slipped through the crowd, finding the staircase quickly, while still being able to be cordial and say hello to everyone who wanted her attention. She made it upstairs, where couples were starting to makeout and slowly try and make their way twords rooms. She slid past trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Finally, she came to the end of the hall, where there was a large, heavy looking door. Opening it, she found the master bedroom, untouched from the party. Turning the lights on a dim, sexy lighting scheeme Cecilia locked it behind her, then drew the curtains. She popped open her clutch, taking the white iPhone out and started a text. The password can be anything, but since he liked to fuck with her, she was going to fuck with him. “End of the hall, Beg for me, but don’t use my name, want me to draw you a line?” She hit send, then went into the ensuite bathroom, touching the countertops as if to test them. They were probably too pours, so she started searching for a handheld mirror, or something of the sort. A smile came across her face when she found a vintage hand mirror stashed away. She pulled it out, and inspected it before bringing it back into the room. Next were her supplies. A credit card, a one hundred dollar bill, and the goods... words|627 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


He wasn't surprised when she held up her hand, and he nodded to what she said about sending him a password. That was just like her to send him a password he would have to say. He slowly made his way past the people that were crowded around each other, careful not to drop the cigarette from his lips. He finally made it outside where there were a few other people, some smoking, some just standing in the lawn.

He sat down on one of the front steps of the house and took out a lighter, quickly lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. Soon enough, his phone vibrated and he read the text. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle and shook his head to himself. He didn't expect anything less from this girl, begging for her, really? Got it. and is that even a question?

[/i] Austin sent the text back to her. He didn't usually do lines, ecstasy was his drug of choice as of lately, but why the hell not, he thought to himself.

After sitting outside for a while he eventually finished the cigarette, pressing the butt down against the step and leaving it there as he stood up. He put his hands in his pockets as he made his way inside and then down the hallway that Cecilia should be down. He could not wait to get out of the clothes he was wearing, they were nothing like his usual t-shirt and jeans, and the button down collared shirt was definitely not his usual style. Finally, Austin made it to the end of the hall where the door was closed. First he tried the door knob, and twisting it he found it was locked. He sighed to himself, knowing she would actually make him beg to get in.

He tapped his knuckles on the door, putting his face close to the door. "C'mon, Queenie." he said at first, not too our but loud enough that she should be able to hear him if she was listening "Lemme in." he took his hand from the door, and began to unbutton the top of his shirt. He was starting to get that warm, fuzzy feeling that he usually felt at first. It wasn't like a hot sticky feeling, but it was nice, almost cozy. Luckily, there wasn't anyone else down the hallway at the moment, and no one seemed to be paying much attention in that general direction. "Let me in," he said again, his hand trying to twist the door knob a second time "I want you."


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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   Cecilia stood by the door waiting for him to struggle. It was when he kept twisting the door knob, that she giggled. Something about seeing someone so dominant to her beg for something he wanted. He was kind of failing at the begging thing until he said Cecilia’s favorite words, I want you. It was the only three words, eight letter phrase she really wanted to hear anymore. Her other favorite phrases included “You’re Right” and “Exclusive Sample Sale” The blond always perked up when she heard of these things. Pushing her hair over her shoulders, she clicked the lock, and opened the door. “Your begging is weak dude” she said, stepping aside to let him in. She noted of his shirt buttons and smiled. She loved the way he was dressed today, he could very easily pass as one of the kings she normally hung out with. The blond walked back into the room. Going to the night table where she had the mirror all set up with four perfectly drawn lines ready for the taking. Cecilia always got good stuff, as pure as you could get. She also only snorted, and never used unless there was a good reason like a party. For her it was recreational, everything was just used for pure fun. Hopefully Austin would remember to lock the door without her coaching him. Cecilia sat on the bed, her eyes never leaving Austins even for a moment. She was focused on him and his use of the word want. Did he mean that? Or did he just say it to get into her designer shorts once again. Cecilia would have given anything to get inside of his head, figure out how his feelings and emotions worked. It was kind of elementary school, but the blue eyed girl did really want him to think of her as more then just a fun party hookup. If she knew how he felt about her, she might be able to change his views, to make him a king to her queen. They did it in movies all the time. So what if it always failed? The cheesy plot lines haven’t been covered by Cecilia, and Cecilia never ever failed- ever. “You look so hot right now” she smiled, playing with her blond curls. Though his clohes made him more deceivingly handsome, she wanted them on the floor, and hers along side his. words|404 outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Finally, the door opened. Austin smirked when it did, and shrugged when she told him his begging sucked. "It got me in though, didn't it?" he said. He knew the last line was what had done it, hew knew it was just what she wanted to hear and he had meant it at the same time. He walked in behind her, locking the door, and looked around the room, it was obviously the master bedroom, of course Cecilia would decide upon this room than any of the others. He didn't expect anything less from her.

Then his eyes landed where everything was all set up. He would do coke every now and again, but he never liked the way it made him feel the next day compared to other drugs, like ecstasy. Hell, he didn't get his title of being the raver for nothing, and he wasn't going to pass on it.

He sat down beside Cecelia on the bed. He did like the girl, much more than any of the other girls he had hooked up with before. She was the only one he kept going back to, he wasn't sure what it was about her, especially because they didn't seem to be eachother's type at all. An outcast and the leader of the queens, it wasn't meant to be, that was for sure. He didn't think anything more would come of them, nothing more than what they were already doing anyway. When he looked to her she seemed to be staring at him. He still felt that nice warm feeling, and her touching his hair felt good. "You always look hot." he said back to her, and that was true, she always carried herself well.

Austin slid one of his arms back around her waist and pulled her closer to him, then leaned in to kiss her. He could tell that she wanted him too. He pressed his lips against hers, maybe a little harder than he should have at first, but Austin was always a little rough when it came to this. His lips traveled from her lips, then down her neck. His other hand was reaching into his back pocket, fiddling out his wallet. When he pulled back from her after a moment he opened it, keeping his eyes one Cecelia while taking out a fifty dollar bill. He always carried cash on him, and he guessed that Cecelia didn't have a straw or anything of the sort with her, but then again she was full of surprises. He rolled the bill up and held it to her. "Ladies first." he insisted, seeing if she would take it from her. Of course, he wasn't sure if she would even take it, money was dirty and he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't want to use it to snort with.

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[ceciliax]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/o8uy4n.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS   Feeling his arm slip around her waist and pull her in made a smile form where Cecilia’s normal perfect pout was. It was like her dirty little secret that she found such euphoria with someone on the wrong side of the social hierarchy. It was bad, and sneaky, and by doing this, she was completely breaking her own rules. His lips upon hers made the blond melt slightly, kissing him back with the passion equivalent to how he kissed her. Her long pale arms draping slowly over his shoulders, and staying there as he kissed a trail down to her neck and made her giggle. Cecilia loved to be loved. She loved to kiss, she loved to have sex, and if she was in the mood, she loved to fool around and be lazy. The beautiful side of this equation was that she was by no means a pillow princess. She actually preferred to preform (dancer instinct) and didn’t really enjoy pillow talk and being all cuddly, and she would rather not snuggle on the couch watching a movie. Cecilia’s high opinions of herself forced her to believe that she would be the perfect girlfriend. If only Austin would become a king. Because there was no way in hell Cecilia would allow herself to become an outcast. Taking the fifty from him, she could have sworn she put a hundred dollar bill somewhere, but honestly didn’t care if she found it. It was only a hundred afterall. She grabbed the mirror and carefully rolled over to her stomach holding it steady. She placed it down on the bed, and made sure it was perfectly in tact. She did both of her lines quickly. “Here” she said, sniffing a little as she passed the mirror and the bill to him so he could do his two that she had drawn for him. Once she handed it over, she slid off the bed, taking off her cardigan one button at a time in front of the mirror. She watched herself undress, hoping that he was watching too. Finally sliding the sweater off her body, she stuck it on a chair, and walked back over to him. She fiddled with his shirt buttons, a big smile on her face as she did so. “I wish you wore buttons all the time” she cooed. “Its much more fun to take off then your tee shirts". She could tell the coke was aiding the ex and hurrying up the high. Build up time was the worst. outfit|here notes| he he he

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[austin]

let's go a little harder
I'm on fire, but I won't blackout

I'm on my way, I'm only getting started


Austin watched as Cecelia quickly snorted both lines. He took the mirror from her with a steady hand, he knew how easily this stuff could get everywhere. He positioned himself similar to how she had before snorting the lines she had drawn for him, careful not to exhale and blow it everywhere. When he finished both, and took the water bottle he had brought with him and put some water in the palm of his hand before also snorting that so it wouldn't dry up in his nose. He hated coke nose.

He didn't do coke often, and he knew it could be a lot more dangerous than other drugs, especially if you didn't know where it was coming from. He knew Cecelia well enough to know that she would drop enough money on it to ensure she was getting the best, so he wasn't worried. And right then, he wasn't even thinking about that.

When he turned back to where Cecelia had disappeared to, he caught the last glimpse of her undressing. He smirked as he rolled over so that he was lying on the bed but propped up on his elbows, his gaze set on her. If he was being honest, this girl confused the hell out of him. He saw the way she walked the school, with her head held high like she was above everyone else. But the way that she was around him, when it was just the two of them, was completely different. He wasn't even sure how they had come to be like this, secretly meeting up to hook up. He wasn't sure if she even wanted anything more than that, or if he did either. All he knew was that if anyone found out, there way no way it would be socially acceptable amongst the cliques.

When she came back over to him he sat up straighter, and as she started to play with the buttons on his shirt his hands found their way to her skin- her waist, her lower back. Whenever Austin was high, especially on ecstasy, he was very touchy. Touching felt amazing, and so did being touched. "I'll consider it" he let out softly. The booming sounds of the party could be heard from the other side of the door, but the bedroom they were in seemed much more quiet and intimate. He stared at her, taking her in. It wasn't the first time he had seen her body, but it didn't get any less amazing to him. "You're stunning." he said, leaning his face up towards hers now, hoping to steal another kiss.

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