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[victimized]

[ this whole queen bee thing is a balancing act that she's always trying to manage. of course she wants the attention. it's a constant craving, but people like theo. people who think that they know more about her than she knows herself. they're a headache that just won't go away. ]

you think you can see right through me, but maybe i'm just having fun.
not every guy i sleep with is me searching for anything other than a little satisfaction.
but since you know so much, what is it i'm looking for exactly?

[deceitive]

( the thing is, he's often surprised by her spitfire, and while his words may come off as nothing less nor more than coquettish, there's an undertone of admiration kindling beneath the surface. )

see through you? you're more complex than that. but i do see you
not just as a socialite who'd be a good fuck, if that's even what they give you in return.
yeah, just about everyone talks about those parties when daddy's not home and sits in the corner waiting for an opportunity to raid the wine cellar, or your legs when you wear those little skirts of yours.

you know what you're doing. you're intelligent, sharp. calculative.
but what are you really getting out of it?
because if it was worth it, something tells me you wouldn't need another distraction

[victimized]

welcome to lakewood.
everything here is a means to an end. sometimes that end is just about forgetting the fact that we're currently stuck in murdertown usa, and sometimes it's taking a step towards getting out of this godforsaken town.

[ since even dear old daddy doesn't seem to have any higher ambition than running this backwater town. ]

nobody here is going to help me with the former but myself.
i'm perfectly fine with them being something to play with to stave off the boredom.

[ the boredom. the fear. the loneliness. those are two are just too embarrassing to admit. ]

[deceitive]

i'd say all the more power to you, if you were the one playing them.

( he knows his remarks are assumptous, but she hasn't come out and denied the fact that shes unsatisfied, that it's one toy after the next to try and find something to satiate that hungering nothingness in the pit of her chest. he can't know what rests there, and he wouldn't ask. but he doesn't need to. whether or not he can read her as well or pitifully as she claims, the more he prods, the more the truth slips out in small tells. )

the town is yours for the taking. shit, i play the game too. we're a lot more alike than you think.
i'm not one to hold you back, and i'm sure as hell not stopping you from letting them embarrass themselves with piss poor performance.

just don't give some douchebag something he doesn't deserve. ( truly he's one to talk. )

[victimized]

[ it's her fatal flaw. brooke prides herself on being the perfect politician's daughter, and using the knowledge she's gained in that role to her own advantage, but the walls she builds to protect herself are faulty at best and certain people, whether she likes it or not, chip away at them just a bit too easily. ]

i only give what i feel like. what they deserve is completely irrelevant.
you're very concerned about me all of a sudden.
my question is, is it genuine, or are you just hurt that you aren't the one in my bed?

[deceitive]

( he doesn't know her well enough to understand exactly what it is behind the scenes that's crafting the facade she struts about the halls with, or where she gets that sharp flare and confidence that—even if built from wounded grounds—held an allure even he couldn't deny.

thing is, it's never been about the physical for theo, it's more a mental attraction. her petite little frame, bright pearled teeth and the way she bats those lashes is all just a means of spoiling him. she's gotten her way to the top without him, what he's interested in is how much further she can rise with him building her up. )

my interest has been here for awhile. since some of the first few days i came to lakewood, actually. you've seen me look, unless you want to play coy and make your position here superior. maybe you're the one that's just now paying attention, baby girl.

( but he damn well knows better. )

would i mind being in that bed? no, and i know i can give you a far better time than the scrawny, pathetic pickings of that school, but i don't beg.

[victimized]

as much as i enjoy toying with people, of course i've noticed you staring. you aren't exactly subtle about it.

[ on the contrary, his gaze borders on predatory and it stokes something in her that's equal parts pleasure, anger and need. ]

who said anything about begging, though?

[ okay so really, nothing would make her happier. ]

maybe i just want the truth. you're capable of it, right? or have you completely lost yourself to the game?

[deceitive]

( he isn't subtle, and he doesn't try to be. if there's any difference between him and the rest of the males at that school it's that he doesn't pretty up some date just to get into a girl's sheets. if that's where he wants to be, he'll let it be known.

as it stands, he has far more interest in brooke maddox than merely how she'd sound with his head between her legs. )

i think we both know i'm capable of it, maybe a little too much.
but that's what you've been missing, isn't it?

( allow him to fill that void, angel. )

you want the truth? there's nothing i get out of false concern.
if i just wanted to fuck you, i'd make sure you knew and make sure you didn't forget. i'm not worried about winning you over with cheap lines and stowed away hotel rooms. there's a lot of shit going on in this town and while you've made it clear you can handle yourself just fine, maybe you could use someone looking over your shoulder.

[victimized]

[ the mention of motel rooms makes her bristle. she may be complex, but he knows more about her than she's comfortable with. not that her mom's "retreat" has ever been lakewood's best kept secret, but... ]

in my experience, trust is nothing more than a campaign promise. so what am i going to gain from you having my back?

[ it sounds more challenging than it's meant to maybe, but the list of people she genuinely trusts can be counted on one hand with fingers to spare. ]
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