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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 17:07:51 GMT -5
. . There is nothing I need except the function to breathe _________ But I’m not really fussed, doesn’t matter to me [FOR TRINITY]
Now surely, the gloomy, dark alleyway of a television studio wasn’t a great hang out area. Not to any one but homeless, and the odd street animal. Then why was Jude standing just outside the back door? Good question. He’d just finished his work for the day, and was quickly sucking off a smoke, before he would leave to find something else to do. He was terrified of the alley. All dark, and sinister. A small man like himself couldn’t fight off anyone, and he was soon wishing he had asked someone else to come out side. Too late; the iron door was shut, and he wasn’t in the mood to return inside. Dusting the dull ashes from his cigarette, he looked around. What scared him the most was the idea of a rat poking out of nowhere. His pallid teeth tugged softly on his bottom lip, as he flicked away the burning embers, before completely ditching the smoke. He really needed to quit it. But it was another habit that wasn’t leaving him anytime soon. He stomped out the cigarette, and turned on his heels, much in a professional and lady-like fashion, and slinked down the alley, heading off to the parking lot, where his little black dinger car was parked. He even had a name for the car. Called it ‘ol’ rustacular’ original.
Jude wanted out of the cold parking lot fast, it was late, almost eleven at night. It wasn’t the dark he was afraid of, no. it was what lurked there. Crazy people lived everywhere in L.A and he didn’t fancy running into one of those men or women tonight. He dumped his bag inside the car, and climbed in after, the axles squeaking awkwardly. He really needed a new car. He needed a lot of new things. Stifling a yawn, he started the car, pulling out quickly. A frown lifted on his lips as he looked around the streets. Where to head to now? His apartment, or somewhere else, like a club. Yes, a nice, cold, expensive drink sounded lovely to him at the moment. He smiled faintly to himself, seeing as no one else was around, and he peeled off in the direction of envy, his second home, besides work. Ever since he had moved to Hollywood, he’d gone to envy to get drinks, and whatnot, whether it be social occasions, or the ladies. Like he had luck with that. A soft sigh passed his lips, as he pulled the old hat off his head. It was getting hot and stuffy in his car, and the windows didn’t work on his side. That’s technology for you.
He knew that it would be impossible to get a spot remotely near the entrance, so that meant walking from a few blocks over. Jude pulled swiftly into a spot near an old grocery store, nearly colliding with another car. The man yelled something in Italian, and Jude smiled. “Calm down, no one was killed, man.” He said softly, and serenely, as if he had it all together, when he was opposite of that. He was jittery, and on edge. Too much caffeine during his breaks. Stalking away for be could be jumped, he cut through a store, slipping through the back. No one seemed to notice, or didn’t care. But we was being called after in another language again. Sounded Chinese. Whatever, Jude just ignored it. The roads where packed, go figure, thank god he’d slipped around the other side. His slim frame glided through the almost bumper-to-bumper cars, almost tripping over a tail pipe. Damn gino’s, and their Lamborghini’s. Nearly making him fall to his death. He just wanted a sour drink. Now.
He looked the bouncer up and down as he approached the entrance. If you put Jude standing next to him, he’d look like the tallest, fattest toothpick you’ve ever seen. He smiled sheepishly, walking in hastily. He was hit with a wave of music, and the sight of little teenagers gyrating their hearts out. it reminded him of the 90’s. He pushed his way through the bodies, not so much as an ‘excuse me’ or ‘please move your crashing bodies, thanks.” No, he wasn’t that classy. He pulled himself onto on of the stools before the bar, hid fingers drumming the counter. A bartender turned to face him, cocking an eyebrow, without saying a word, poured him a small glass of vodka, and pushed it in front of him. With a small nod of his head, Jude grabbed the glass, and lifted it to his lips, his eyes closing. What he had been waiting for all day. He replaced the cup back down; his russet eyes flickering back open. He leaned back, his hands gripping the underside of the bar for support. Quiet wasn’t something that was happening right now, but not like he wanted silence.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 16, 2007 17:48:01 GMT -5
I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms, collecting page-six lovers Get me out of my mind Get you out of those clothes
Trinity grinded herself up against a man she didn't know, or even looked at for that matter. All she cared about was that he was a man, and she was dancing, close to his provates of course. She was such a sucker for the dance floor, it hurt. She didn't care who she was with, even if it was a girl, as long as she could dance how she pleased. She felt a hand slip down to her thigh, lifting her skirt slightly. She liked when this happened, it made her feel frisky. But then again, when did Trinity not feel frisky? Oh yeah, never! She slapped the hand away, now becoming a tease. She turned around so now her front was facing her partners front. Maybe she should check out the face of this sexy dancer. She looked up to see a tall man, probably in his early 30's. She evaluated him, and concluded he would be a possibility for her daily routine. She stood on her tiptoes, on of the spot lighst nearly blinding her, and she kissed the man on the cheek. Then she bent close to his ear, whispering seductively. "I'll catch you later babe, I need a stiff drink." Trinity was pleased with herself, she knew without even looking back at the man, she had made him hot.
Trinity walked towards the bar, a spectrum of lights flashing all around her. This was her favourite place to be,she could be herself her. She would get consumed by the booming music, and blinded by the lights. She could be in her own world. Here, she could have a good time with a complete stranger, have her fun with them, then walk away without any guilt or feeling. She approached the bar and saw a small man, who looked mighty fine from behind sitting on one of the many stools. She stumbled her way towards him, already partially tipsy from the vodka she had earlier. Trinity didn't look at the man, but instead, his drink, a vodka. She sat on the stool and ordered her drink, clutching it tightly when it arrived. She was only 18, but she had been drunk a variety of times. She brought the cold glass close to her well glossed lips, she took a sip, the drink burning her throat. She wanted to cough, but taht would make a bad impression on the man next to her. Trinity placed the drink down, turning her head to the man beside her. She didn't know his face at first, it was familiar, but she didn't know for sure. "What brings you to hell this fine night? You don't look like the clubbing type." She smiled quickly before taking another sip of her vodka. She tugged on her abnormally small skirt, it was originally short, but it didnt help that it was too small for Trinity. She opened her eys to finally realize who this man was. Her teacher, Mr. Castor. Her heart did a backflip, her insides churned. "Mr. Castor?" Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly. "What are you doing here?" SHe placed her drink down with a light thump. She would be in trouble now.
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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 18:23:36 GMT -5
When you drink, it makes everyone around you look good, and fun. But in reality, it makes you look the opposite. Depends on your gender. When you’re a male, you’re seen as loud, annoying, and inebriated, and creepy. But as a female, you’re labeled as easy, tipsy, and sluttish, like any male could land themselves in their pants. Even with small bit, or large amount, the label stuff. And it didn’t leave until you where on the floor, a huge hang-over, or in some strangers bed. Jude stifled a same yawn, resting his arm on the bar. His fingers wrapped around his drink, a few sweat beads melting onto his fingers. He stared down into the glass, swirling it around. As if swirling around his life. The teaching, the work at the station, the marking he should have been doing, but chose to come here. True, being a teacher was what he had wanted to do forever, especially drama. It let him be a dork, and nerd, but give a teenager an education at the same time. The lights where making him want to seize on the floor, along with the basically dry-humping teen and adults on the floor. Yes, he saw some of his students inside, but he wasn’t one of those tight assed ones. He looked over thirty to his students, but he wasn’t far off from their age. No, Jude was a mere twenty-five years old. It was his fist year at the school, since it was the only school he taught full time at. But he felt old, compared to the youth surrounding him. He lifted his glass once more, his eyes closing as the liquid entered his mouth. Oh goody, someone was speaking to him. Familiar voice.
He looked sideways at the girl, smiling kindly. But when he looked again, a full-blown smirk stunned his lips. “No. Usually I’m keeping kids like you in line, Trinity.” He said coolly, cocking an eyebrow at her drink. “More like, what are you doing here?” he asked, smiling faintly. He wasn’t about to tell her to leave. She was eighteen, he knew for a fact. And he wasn’t at work, so why take it out of school. “As bad as this sounds, I, happen to have a life. I just don’t crawl into the closet, where I would fit, and shutdown for the night” he retorted, taking another sip form his drink. “And since we’re not in school, Jude shall do,” he had a hippie name he knew it. It rhymed with dude, how sick was that? He replaced his drink down, and looked at Trinity. Sadly, he was shorter than her sitting, and standing. Whatever. He didn’t need a bring me down at the moment. He looked behind him, a man staring at Trinity, then at him. He frowned, and disappeared into the crowd. Jude frowned as well, but turned back around in his seat, looking at Trinity again, smiling softly. “I’m not gonna nag you for being here. As long as you don’t go telling the other kids I have a life.” He winked, taking another sip from his drink.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 16, 2007 18:44:09 GMT -5
Sometimes, especially when your doing something your not supposed to be, you run into someone you know. This was one of those times, and it sucked. Her drama teacher, practically sitting here, having a drink with her. She wanted to scream and rip out her hair, but that wouldn't do. So far, 'Jude' seemed seren about the whole ordeal. Oh well, take them as they come. 'Oh my god really? I thought they locked you teachers up at night! I guess I was wrong," there was a strong scent of sarcasm in her voice. She knew teachers had lives but, a club? Drinking? Isn't that the kind of thing they wouldn't dare promote? She took another drink. Trinity looked around the club, seeing the man she was dancing with staring at her. Damn, she landed a creeper. She lost eye contact with him and returned her attention to her teacher. 'Well, since you asked. Us teenagers need to get out too you know, have a little fun, let loose." She paused to take another drink. "But while most teenagers go to the movies, or sleepovers, I come here." She wanted to add, 'to get laid', but that was inappropriate in the perimetre of your drama teacher.Trinity never knew talking to a teacher was so easy like this. She cocked an eyebrow, when an ideaq came into her head. 'So, Jude' She added emphasis to his name, finding it interesting she was able to call him by his first name. 'Got yourself a date? I don't see anybody around. Do I need to hook you up with somebody? 'Cause I would glady do so," She smiled devilshly into her cup whil more drink flowed down her throat. Trinity was a dirty girl. And dirty girls do dirty things. Have you ever been attracted to a teacher? It's not a crime, I mean, teachers are people too. But Trinity was a bad girl, who had bad thoughts. This wasn't the first time she got antsy being around Mr. Castor. Not the first time at all. She thought about getting him drunk. But the thought quickly went away, she knew it was wrong. But knowing Trinity, such thoughts would quickly return again.
No one understood why Trinity slept around. She had already ran into big trouble by doing it, she got pregant and became a mom. Wouldn't taht teach her a lesson? Well, no. Trinity beleived in living life to the fullest. "Carpe Diem! Seize the day," type thing. Trinity's daughter Melody was old enough to be Trinity's sister, which was sometimes a good cover. But that was soon demolished, especially when Melody was odl enough to ask questions. "Mommy, I'm not your sister." Things were tough when your 14 and pregnant, nobody has compasion for a girl like that. But, she was able to get through. Her daughter was smart, and is now in school, giving Trinity time for her own education. NO one at Guildwood knew about Melody, except Trinity's closest friends. She didn't want everyone knowing exactly how much of a slut she was. She didn't want to be discriminated anymore then she already was. Plus, she didn't want anything bad for Melody.
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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 19:17:00 GMT -5
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“Oh yes, the closet is jolly good fun. That’s where I come up with evil little plots against the children. Bah-haha” he tried his best evil cackle, trying not to seem awkward. If he was Trinity, and he was no-where near, he would have been out of there fast. Oh man, the buzz was coming. And hard. He blinked a few time, his mouth twisting up. Good choice, the strongest form of vodka they had. He liked his drinks ice cold, and able to knock you from your seat. But it wasn’t helping a student was sitting next to him. He had to stop drinking so much. He was going to point something out to her. “Trinity. I’m not exactly old. I’m only twenty-five, though you might think different. Some times a man like myself needs a drink, like yourself.” He said, nodding shortly, before downing the rest of his drink, as if to make his statement more clear. Some times he needed more than a drink. A fuck, but most girls these days wanted a relationship, but his day was full enough. He coughed lightly into his cupped hand, the vodka had stung his throat. Plus the line she asked him. Was she high, or drunk already? “Do you see a woman on my arm?” he asked, rather coldly. He still couldn’t believe her question. Let’s see, twenty-five minus eighteen. If he knew his math, that means Jude was seven years old when Trinity was a thought to her parents. He stared at her for a few minutes, before cracking down, and laughing. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked, laughing still. He swore all the time in class, so not like she would be all like ‘oooooh, you said a dirt word, teehee.’ He had heard her swear, so whatever. He just shook his head, grabbing the bartenders sleeve, asking for another drink. He waited until is glass was full, and he had a sip before speaking to Trinity. “You are a very pretty girl, but do you think that’s appropriate.” He knew she was a ‘slut’. He could just get drunk, sleep with her, and forget it. But being sensible, he would question her first. He leaned over, his mouth near her ear. “I’m flattered, but is that really what you want?” he asked in a soft whisper, his hand on her shoulder, for support, not for touching.
All of the sudden, his arm was ripped from Trinity’s shoulder, and twisted away. Jude grunted, slanting his head back, staring at the man upside down. “what the hell?” he partly yelled, not letting being touched. He ripped his hand from the hand’s gripped, clenching his hand. He was either getting hot and bothered, or it was warm inside. He pulled of his hoodie, his eyes glued to the man, who was now talking to Trinity. He snared to himself, just wanting to chuck his glass at the man. But his expensive drink was in the cup, he rather get drunk, then fight. He slipped off his stool, and moved close to the man. “I suggest you leave her alone. Now.” He said, through clenched teeth. Seriously, this man was weird, and creepy. Jude stared up-, yes, up. At him, a cocked eyebrow. The side affects to being five foot three. Score. The man ignored him, and continued to chat up her ear. He would wait for Trinity to speak to him, before he would spaz out. He took his seat once more, glaring at the man, his eyes cold.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 16, 2007 19:35:57 GMT -5
Trinity smiled micheveously. How delicious would it be to wake up tomorrow morning, biggest hang over, in Mr. Castors bed? More delicious then chocolate. She wondered what his house was like. Wait, did he live in a house? Or apartment, or in a box? Who knew. Her jaw dropped slightly. "You're seriously only twenty five?" This didn't help the situation much at all, now they weren't fifteen years apart, only seven. "Wow, never knew" Trinity took another shot of her drink. Since this was her second one, she would be completely drunk soon. Anything could happen. Trinity placed her glass down for good this time, and leaned in close to Jude. "Oh boy, I am fucking serious." She winked. "And I promise I won't tell anyone." She licked her lips, and leaned back, fiddling with her hair. She was such a slut, and she knew it. "Oh Mr. Castor, don't be silly! Of course it's apropriate. It's a free world isn't it? It's not considered rape, I am willing. And plus," She turned away. "Sometimes you don't even feel like a teacher." She smiled at that thought. She was fairly comfortable around him, like one of her older friends. He was defiently one teacher she could trust. "Why thank you! I take pride in my beauty," She fanned her eyelashes and laughed. "Duh I'm sure. If I wasn't I wouldn't have suggested it." She was defiently drunk, asking a teacher to sleep with her. Wow.
Suddenly, Jude was removed from her perimeter, and replaced by another body. Her dance partner. She tried to make out his face with her blurry vision. Yup. Definently him, but his face was twisted, his words slurred. "Hey dance partner!" She laughed, trying to figure out a way to get him to leave. She didn't want a fight, with Jude protecting her or what not. Not like she couldn't protec herself, but he was a big man. "Meet my boyfriend Jude!" She wrapped her arm around Jude's waist, and kissed his cheek. They would be more intimate later anyway, so why did it matter? She smiled at the tall man infront of her. "Well Judey, what do you say we get going now?" She stood up, dragging Jude behind her. "See you later dance partner! Maybe be here next friday? Okay Byebye!" She picked up their pace, eager to get out of this place before that guy went nuts. She led Jude out of the club. When they were outside she let go of him. "God, fucking creeps." She folded her arms over her chest. "I hate when I pick the shitty ones." She looked around, then smiled at Mr. Castor. "Where to now? Since I dragged out of there in the middle of your drink, which I apologize for." Trinity could be a very sober drunk at times, making complete and total sense, as if she never drank at all.
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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 20:18:31 GMT -5
Her words wanted to make him cry. How old did she think he was? Seventy-three? God, he didn’t look that old, did he? He placed a finger on his cheek, frowning. He was pulled to the side of his chair, and arms were wrapped around his waist. Dear god, he was old and short. The top of his head reached her forehead. He needed some platform shoes. He laced an arm over his shoulders, grinning at the man. “She’s always getting away from me, and being.” He stopped, looking at Trinity. “Naughty.” He finished, returning the kiss on her cheek. He smirked, and looked back at the man. He was tall. “Judey?” he asked, looking at her. “Isn’t that a woman’s name?” he laughed, leaning into her, across the gap between the chairs. As he was pulled away by Trinity, he looked back at the man, and waved back at him. “Bye bye, dance partner!” he called, chuckling as he caught up with her. He was glad to get out of that hell hole. It was staring to smell like. Well. Not just teen spirit. More like teen hormones. And they smelt like sex and alcohol. Not a very pleasant sight, but possibly, if Trinity was carrying on like she was, and the booze kept coming, she might just land a man named Jude in bed.
“Does that mean I’m shitty, and creepy too?” he asked jokingly. “I know I do look dirty sometimes.” He said, swaying back and forth. He shrugged, smiling. “Oh well, you saved me from having to get my liver removed. I thank you for that. I just wish I could have punched that guy, or something.” He said, looking down at his hand. He looked back up, thinking about that. “Did you bring your car, or did you walk? I’d be delighted to drive you anywhere.” He said, smiling, raising any eyebrow. Anywhere meant anywhere. Or his back seat, what the hell. But still, the thought of even touching a student disturbed him, and he could be fired if anyone found out. Fuck, he was too dizzying to keep thinking. He blinked again, rubbing his hand on his forehead. “But where do you want to go? He asked, a sour expression in his face, then as if he was trying to rub it off, he run his hand down his face. Jude leaned backwards against the wall, his head rolling to the side to face Trinity. He felt like he was a teen again. But maybe that was because he was close to becoming smashed, and he was hanging out with a well known school slut. Fun. He smiled at her, feeling like he was about to pass out. No, just ignore that. He conducted himself, rubbing his eye again.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 16, 2007 20:33:44 GMT -5
Trinity smiled at Jude. "Well you know, I didn't think you were THAT old," She laughed. "Maybe like 35 or something. I've only ever had old teachers in my life. As short as it is." She leaned on a wall, her head pressing into the rough bricks. She was slowly loosing all thought, yay for alcohol. Trinity just stared at Jude. He looked really young, all enraged and such. Plus, he probably felt alive inside. She did anyway. So, if you were about to get laid by a teacher, where would you go? His house. She went towards Jude, pushing him against the wall. "Well, you can drive me, to your house." SHe grabbed his hand, pulling him to the parking lot. "Let's go, no questions asked. Live for once in your life. Gte laid for the sake of getting laid." She knew exactly which car was his, she had seen it at school often enough. She opened the car door, seeing it was unlocked. She got settled in the seat and waited for him to join her. She loved being in control.
"I have the babysitter 'till morning, so we shoudl be fine" She thought of her baby girl, growing so quickly. She was already in kindergarden, brightest in her class. She could write her whole alphabet, and do simple math. She would be smart Trinity always told herself, smarter then you'll ever be. To think she was so stupid at fourteen to go and get herself pregnant, with some jerk who was leaving the country. She never forgave herself for it, having to put Melody in a crappy situation the first vital years of her life. But as far as Trinity knew, Melody was turning out fine, like any other child, possibily even better. "Okay so, what's the craziest thing you've ever done lately, liek the past 5 years?" Trinity briskly turned to Jude, awaiting his answer. She loved getting to know men, learning how they work.
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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 21:00:45 GMT -5
Jude laughed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Good, so I’m ten years older than I am?” he asked laughing softly. “Well, as long you didn’t say over thirty five, then you can pass my class.” He laughed, his face sobering up as she pushed him into the wall. Frisky. But she just as quickly grabbed his hand, saying something about his house. He smirked, following behind her, nearly stumbling into her. He watched his footing, looking down at his feet. Wow, gangster sneakers. He could have been mistaken for a high school student, unless you stared at his face long enough. He knew he wasn’t that one teacher every girl stared at, and had naughty dreams about, but he was glad he wasn’t, or thought he wasn’t. Come on, he had this really retarded laugh, and awkward smile, but that made him a dork, which he was. He let her lead him all the way to his car, his hand digging into his pocket to fish out the keys. His car; old rustacular. He blushed at his car. God, he wanted to stab it. It had this rattling noise inside. He was going to ask how she knew his car, but he shook away the question. D’uh, she’d seen it at the school.
Jude frowned, and he entered the car at the passenger side. “Babysitter?” he asked, looking at Trinity. What a bad example he was setting? Driving right about a few drink of vodka? Oh my. He started the car, that rattling noise erupting. He giggled to himself, pushing on the gas, only to have the car lurch backwards. “Oops” he said, changing the gears. He pushed the gas again, and then car went straight this time- as straight as it could. It veered to the left slightly, but oh well. “Most crazy thing? Oh god.” he laughed, just thinking about it. “Well, I was in university four years ago, and stuff, so, stuff there.” He said, not really wanting to share that. People ‘experiment’ in college, so he wouldn’t really share that. “Well, a few months ago, I drank my own pee on some jack-ass run my friends and I had. Stupid move. Urine has stomach acids in it, so it burned my throat, and I ended up throwing up. I have a clip somewhere, so I could show you. Like you would want to see that” he said, smiling. His house wasn’t that far from the club, so they where there shortly. He stopped in front of a small house, inhaling. “Well. This is it.” He said, climbing out of the car. He waited for Trinity, before he grabbed her hand, and led her away from the car. He led her inside, locking the door behind him. He tossed his keys onto a small table, and looked a trinity. “This is so wrong.” He laughed, walking inside farther. “want anything to drink?” he asked, looking behind himself.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 16, 2007 21:28:23 GMT -5
Trinity noticed her mistake. She let it slip about her baby girl. She ignored his question. She wouldn't tell him until she was at his house, so she was sure he couldn't kick her out of his car in the middle of the street. She listened intentitively to his story, nearly hurling at the thought. "That is discusting!"She laughed, maybe he wasn't as old as he seemed."I'll pass on that offer, I personally don't feel liek hurling everywhere." Trinity tugged at her skirt, it riding up like usual. Her mind was a complete blur mostly, yay for alcohol again. She watched the houses go by, one by one, each one different from the one next to it. She loved the city. Before she knew it, they had pulled out in front of his place. He got out, and waited for her, gentlemen like. Class. Trinity liked class in small portions. But again, she never really got to expirience class that often. He held her hand and led her inside. When they got inside, she was surprised to see the house was normal. Not all teacher perfect spick and span. Everything had a place, but not everything went in its place everytime. It was cool. She peered around, looking at everything, admiring him more with each object she saw. She listened to his comment about it being 'wrong'. "Wrong? Mr. Castor, tell me. Who really writes the definition of what is right or wrong? For all we know, it was some loser who couldn't get laid by one of his students. So, he took away the fun for the other teachers our of jealousy. Who is to decide what is right or wrong? Everyone should decide for themselves." Trinity approached him, grabbing a hold of his collar. "I personally beleive, this can't be wrong. Because, if it was, I wouldn't be here. I stopped making big mistakes after I had my baby." She kissed his lips lightly. "You heard me, I have a baby." She kissed him aagin. "No drink for me right now, thanks anyway." She felt good at that moment. She finally told someone about her baby. She waited for an expression to come to his face, she released his shirt from her grip and turned away. "Her name is Melody, she's four. In kindergarden this year."
Trintiy walked towards the general direction of the bedroom, or so she thought.Her assumptions were correct. She sat down on the bed, perfect. Not too hard, not soft. The way she liked it. She layed down, picturing her little girls smiling face. It felt good to know someone else in teh world knew she existed, someone other then her."I hope..." She paused. "I hope me having a child doesn't make you uncomfortable or anything,"
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Post by Jude Castor on May 16, 2007 21:54:35 GMT -5
He shuddered. “I know. Tell me about it.” He couldn’t believe he had even done that urine thing. It was all in good humor though. But he had loser friends, but he was a loser too. She sounded so intelligent when she told him about what’s ‘wrong’. He listened intently, crossing his arms over his chest, cocking his head slightly. “Well, obviously, you’ve been taught well by the other teachers. And I believe you may be right. Everyone had his or her own definition. But what you do or don’t know, if this is leaked out, I can be fired. And even put in jail, because your are a student at my school. And what did I say about calling me mister castor?” He informed her. When she grabbed his collar, he smiled softly, pressing his lips against hers. He frowned, a small curious look on his face. “Baby? As in child?” he asked, deducting the ages. Fuck, she was fourteen when she had her. “Wow, Trinity. I never knew.” He said, watching her walk away to his bedroom. She moved fast. He shrugged, still stunned by her having a baby. He followed slowly behind her, smiling as she moved into the right room, as if she had been there before. When was the last time he had a woman here. Wow. Long enough. He stuck his head from the side, peering in. Trinity was on the bed, lying down.
He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at her. “No. not at all. As long as I’m not the father.” He laughed, walking around to the other side of the bed she was on, and sat down, twisting around, and peering at her. He climbed onto the bed fully, crawling over her, and laying down beside her. “Do you…” he stopped, thinking about it. “Know who the father is?” he asked, kissing her softly. “Or was it a drunken thing?” he hoped not. She was fourteen then. He wanted to know a bit about her child, just to ease his mind. He was more curious, then antsy. “ I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but it might be good to get off your chest.” He smiled, compassionately. It must have been hard for her, what was she? In freshman year, just barely. Jude pulled her closer to him, so that their stomachs and lower abdomens where touching.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 17, 2007 17:19:12 GMT -5
say hello mr.castor, to trinity lawrence As like everything, there is a downside to being a whore. You get stereotyped. Most whores are presumed to not care about school, or life in general, but Trinity was to the contrary. She loved school, and got high makrs in almost every subject, and she wanted to go somewhere in life. The only thing holding her back was her addiction to sex. It was so good, and she couldn't get enough. "Well, Jude. I case you haven't noticed I am rather smart. Take this for example. Tonight, I've had two vodkas, and can still speak like a colleg professor. I do actually pay attention to teachers, and I learn rather quickly. " As tehir lips met, she knew he was confused, his lips could say it all. "Of course you wouldn't know. No one knows. No one except my family, and close friends. It's like she doesn't exsist." Trinity hated having to hide Mel. Acting like she never happened, wehn really, she was the biggest blessing that could have ever occured. Trinity could never imagine what kind of image she would have, if everyone knew about Melody. She knew in a short time Melody would start understanding things, and asking questions. And she knew they would have to be answered, but until then, Trinity would live in her two worlds. School, and home. Completely seperate. Jude's next comments stcuk her. He wanted to know about her. Trinity didn't know how to start, she hadn't thought about what's his face in years, and she had never talked about Mel. "Well, I was fourteen," Stupid Trin, of course he knew, he can do math! "Well yeah, it was my best friend's going away party, he was moving to England you see. So, next thing I knew, we were playing truth or dare, and booze showed up. One thing led to another, and..." The sights ran through her mind again, not fun ones. Loosing your virginity hurts, especially when the guy is a retard about it, and doesn't care about the girl. So, anyway, I woke the next morning with the largest headache on earth, and me stripped down to nothing in an empty house. Not so fun." It did feel good to get it off her chest. He moved to England, and I told my mom what happened. At first, she was really angry. But then she learned to deal with it, and helped me. We got through it, and here I am today. With my four year old Melody. Trinity had never thought about it before, but Mel's father didn't even know she existed. "And my baby girl is never gonna get to know her father. She will never know anything about him. Never. And she'll never see him. Not even get so much as a birthday card. Because he doesn't even know she exists." A tear ran down her cheek, leaving a warm streak upon her skin. She hadn't thought about this in years. Oh, the consequences of her actions. She liked to feeling of her abdomen touching Jude's, even though it was wrong. She knew it was right in some sense. She laugehd lightly. "Well, enough of that. Serious talk is for the morning. Let's get this party started before the alcohol wears off" She smiled and rolled onto him, perching on his stomach. She ran her fingers down his chest lightly, stopping at his sweather zipper. Zippers for easy access, thats what I always say, SHe laughed. How dorky was she? Talking and joking around before sex. Usually, it was completely quiet, no discussion. Just bang me and go. But Trinity couldn't help but want to talk. She pulled his sweater off rather easy, she was getting good at removing clothes quickly. I'm terribly surprised you would do something like this, you of all teachers. I thought the only teacher who would sleep with a student would be creepy old Mr. Turner who looks like a transvestite. Guess I was wrong." She laughed again. She couldn't beleive how much she was talking. It was such an abnormal thing for her. So what exactly made you say yes? Have you not had a women in here in a while? Or are you attracted to me? Trinity cocked an eyebrow. She loved screwing with people's minds, and joking around of course. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Jude Castor on May 17, 2007 21:30:39 GMT -5
“I never said you weren’t smart. I’ve always seen that, Trinity. You’re a very bright girl, despite what the other girls like to write on the desks about you. I can look past the flimsy shadows that are cast on everyone. I know what it’s like to be looked like in a way. In a stereotype.” He said sternly, casting her an almost cold stare. She was smart, and he knew that. He wasn’t one to label the students. Jude had run into stereotypes in high school. For an example, when he met his former best friend, he was wearing knee high socks, and shorts. Not a pretty sight. Plus the leg hair. Ew times thirty. He shook his head, closing his eyes. “No, I know more than you know. My sister, she’s older than me, had her first child when she was seventeen, so I was an uncle at the age of like, five.” He said, smiling, but then shrugging. “So I have some knowledge thanks to my sister .” He finished, with around half-hearted shrug, which were hard to do lying on your side. “I’m sure you’ll find someone to be her father, so at least, be the fatherly figure in her life. You never know. Not all teenage boys, or grown men are retarded.” He laughed, still trying to make light of the subject. A soft ‘oh’ came from his lips as a tear ran down her cheek. He hated seeing someone cry. It made him want to break into tears as well. He smiled benevolently, and lifted his index finger to her cheek, brushing away the teardrop from her face. “It must feel good to tell someone about her, doesn’t it?” he asked, nodding. It was like he was the guidance councilor, and she was the student, not the sex they where about to have. Usually it was ‘off with the clothes, and down with your pants. Wham Bam, thank you ma’am.” Or Sam. Depending on your gender and sexuality.
“Serious talk over now? But I was just getting started.” He laughed, pouting, as she rolled him over, and sat on his lower stomach. He merely watched her fingers move smoothly down his chest, undoing his sweater swiftly. “You’re good at that, aren’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He laughed at her ridiculous pun, shaking his head. “You suck.” He told her, smiling. His eyebrow arched again, frowning, “Really? Funny, I thought I would be one of the first ones. Ew, Turner. I was in his class once, and I found this book that said “How to be gay and proud” sitting on his desk.” He grimaced. Turner did look like a trans-gender bender. What made him say yes? He didn’t really know. Maybe both her answers, plus more. Maybe he just wanted to bend a rule for once. He was that one guy that liked to stay out of trouble, and not bother anyone. Not be melodramatic, ironic he was the drama teacher, though. He didn’t even really teach anything. He just told the kids to do whatever most of the time, but then made them do radio plays. Much easier from them and him. “Well, let me turn the tables first. What made you so eager to land me in bed?” he asked, smirking. He didn’t want to answer just yet. “To answer yours” he started, against his better judgment, “it was partly both, plus more.” He ended, gliding his hands up her legs, stopping on her waist, leaving his hands there. He looked up at her, just wanting to growl, or something.
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Post by trinity LAWRENCE on May 17, 2007 21:49:26 GMT -5
Trinity smiled. Someone who partially understood. What a relief. She smiled as he wiped her tear. "It feels better then anything in the world to tell," She thought about his men comment before answering. She was afraid of relationships. She prefered one night stands, that way, nobody gets hurt. Its a win win situation. I guess, but alot of men are retarded you see. It's difficult to find a good one. Especially when your afriad of them, and have a daughter She didn't want to discuss that any further. Men sucked. She concluded that a while ago.
Is she good at it? Well, thats a silly question. Trinity could probably enter a clothes removing contest and own everybody. She was quick. Yes, I am very skilled at this. Most of the time, I dont even have to look, and I dont fumble."] She giggled lightly. She had never been so laid back before sex. She was usually so caught up in the moment, and full of adrenaline. He obviously liked her pun. I know I suck. Its a talent of mine. My friends tell me I suck all the time She smiled, removing his t-shirt now. Oh, thats discusting. I always new that man was a queer though, and your the last person I would imagine. You always follow the rules. Well, you make us follow tehm anyway. She smiled lightly at him. He didn't seem 25 at all, he seemed 18, maybe even younger. Both. Well, a teacher thought she was attractive. Interesting. What made me want to get in your pants huh, She put a finger on her chin and pretended to think. Well, A)Your very sexy B) I was drawn to you C)Carpe Diem Seize the day! and D)I wanted adventure. Plus, students always have the ocassional crush on a teacher. Harmless and not shameful. HIs hands triled up her leg, to where her skirt began. It tickled intensel, but she wouldn't laugh or anything. She pulled up teh rim of her shirt. Well, since your too distracted to take my shirt off, I'll do it for you. She pulled it over her head, leaving herself in just a bra. Did you know, Melody came home yesterday with a frog? She named it Hopper. And she and I made a box for him to live in. But then Mel decided she wanted Hopper to be free. So we held a ceremony in our backyard to let him free. She made it almost liek a funeral, but she smiled when he began to hop away. She said to him, 'Hopper! Don't get into any trouble with any girl frogs!'. Shes a funny girl. It made me laugh," Trinity took a breath. "See, Melody could have been selfish and kept Hopper caged up, but she wanted him to have a good life, and live it fully. So she let him go, even though she would miss him. She knows all this, and she's only four. I don't know where she gets it all from!" Trinity laughed. Why was she telling him all this? He wouldn't care. Would he? She felt so comfortable around him.He was like one of her friends.One could trust with anything,including her biggest secret.
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Post by Jude Castor on May 18, 2007 22:25:43 GMT -5
“I can’t stand when I can’t tell anybody something.” He agreed, thinking about his problems. Okay, he was going to die from either liver failure, or lung cancer. D’uh. The way he used to pile in the booze when he was younger, and the cigarettes where doing a small number on him now. “I’ll tell you something.” He said, so it could balance out “Not as big as yours, but whatever. When I was in high school, I used to party long and hard, until I woke up on the floor or on the bed of some strange woman. Or man.” He said the last part softly. “I used to drink a lot. And I had to get my liver replaced, it was so damaged.” She had just pulled his shirt off by then, and he looked down at his skin. “See that silver-ish mark right about there?” he asked, pointing to the skin, where the doctor had sliced him. “There’s my reminder to not drink so much. I have a dead man’s liver in me right now.” He said, looking back up at her. “I’m a zombie” he laughed, rubbing the scar lightly. What the fuck. So, he was about to have sex with a student, and he was talking about a last experience? Well, maybe it was story time, than the sex. Who knew?
“Who says I always follow rules? Is it that obvious these days?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as she listed the reasons. Haha, sexy, eh? Well, he was a five foot wonder, so tall wasn’t in there. Dark. Eh. Kind of. So point five. Handsome? Well, he partly had that, so he thought. He wasn’t cocky about looks. “Sexy, hmm? How so?” he prodded question further, smirking the whole time. He loved to bother people with questions, besides the fact of clothes being ripped off him faster than someone on ecstasy. Well, not that was a problem with that now was there? Jude watched her pull of her own shirt, a small scowl on his lips. “I was getting there, hold your horses girlie.” He said, almost as wagging his finger at her. He listened intently to her frog story, making him want coo over the little girl, as if she were in the room. Jude smiled broadly, “She sounds like a special little girl. Smart too. So I guess she took after her mother, not her father.” He said jovial grin on his face. “Well, she seems she’ll grow up to be fine, despite that she’ll never know her father.” He said, sort of shrugging. “I think she get’s it from you. In a sense, you’re not selfish when you don’t want a relationship. It means you have more ime to spend with Melody. But in another sense, it makes you selfish again. It may make some think you just want the sex.” He thought out loud, before his russet eyes darted back up to her face. He leaned up to kiss her, his one hand still on her waist, the other one at his side. He moved it to her lower back, his lips still attached to hers.
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