Kennedy Callaway
"I knew you'd come around. Yeah, that sounds fun." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walked towards, keep her eyes straight ahead, not bothering to look back to see if he was following "I don't have a girlfriend by the way." she pretended like she didn’t care, but she was actually kind of happy that he’d made a point to say he didn’t have a girlfriend "Not that it's really your business. Just thought I'd keep you from getting too jealous." she laughed at his comment about her being jealous although it was more of a mocking laugh.
“Even if you had a girlfriend…if I really wanted to fuck you I would.” She said simply “But don’t get excited…I said if I wanted to, not that I do want to.” She said making herself perfectly clear as she followed the path back towards the house.
She saw her brother had already made himself comfortable in her friends window and she rolled her eyes, she already knew that was coming. Dahlia was really pretty and she knew her brother well enough to know that her rough, bad girl attitude was exactly his type and eventually they’d end up at the least having sex.
She made her way into the house, pushing the screen door open, seeing Austen at the table, she rolled her eyes shooting him a look that said, come near me, I’ll murder you. But the look he’d returned her, he caught he drift and stayed sitting next to Jack, though he glared at Nathan as he followed behind her.
“Kennedy, what the fuck.” He yelled after her.
She grabbed Nathan’s arm pulling him in front of her, before roughly shoving him into her room with a smirk. Shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her room was the opposite of Dahlia’s in decoration; it was less hippy and more Rastafarian. Like Dahlia she’d ripped off her closet doors only she’d replaced them with beads. Her walls were all painted different colors to match the Rastafarian flag, the wall her beds side was pushed up against red, the wall her door was on green, and the two walls across from each other yellow. The red wall leading out of her room covered with posters and original vinyl records of classic bands, most of wich were from her father. The yellow wall opposite, the yellow closet wall having a large sugar skull painting Dahlia had done for her when they first moved in.
Kennedy dropped her stuff in her closet, grabbing a black ripped up Guns and Roses shirt slipping it over her bikini top, it being a little longer on her coving her bottoms, making it look like all she had on was the shirt. She popped a CD in her personal stereo, wanting to drown out everything outside her bedroom, like she normally did when she got high. The familiar harmonica in the song floating through the room loudly as the song started to play.
“I don’t do any of that pussy shit…like Jack.” She smirked wickedly as she rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand grabbing a few needles and the drug. “Hope you can handle it.” She said sitting down as she started to get the needles ready. “By the way.” She glanced up to him with a smirk “By the way, if my brother catches you in here with me...doing anything…your done for.” She winked.
Keegan Callaway
He listened as she explained her situation, he respected her, because although they didn’t have a lot in common, they were from similar and tragic backgrounds. He shrugged as she mentioned his mother, because in all honesty he’d become numb to his past years ago, he’d let go of it, for the most part, but maybe that was because he’d never actually talked about it.
“So you killed your dad.” He smirked “That’s sexy…I’m sure he deserved it.” He said matching her normalness, he had quite a sinister mind and his thoughts were always darker than he’d liked them to be, but it was something he couldn’t help. “No offense or anything, but that brother of yours is a real piece of work.” He sighed.
He was abusive when it came to women and he was a smartass, but for some reason, guys like Jack had more of an agenda then simply abusing a girl, not that he was any better. There was just something about him, that was really off putting about him.
“So that party tonight…you got a date.” He smirked “I need some pretty arm candy to show me around.” He teased.
He really didn't want to be stuck with Brandy trying to throw herself at him, he was scared he might actually hurt her. But, if Dahlia did say no, not that it'd really be a date. But, he could always settle for going with Lilo and more than likely hooking up with her, even though the thought of hooking up with D, seemed a little more exciting.
"I knew you'd come around. Yeah, that sounds fun." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walked towards, keep her eyes straight ahead, not bothering to look back to see if he was following "I don't have a girlfriend by the way." she pretended like she didn’t care, but she was actually kind of happy that he’d made a point to say he didn’t have a girlfriend "Not that it's really your business. Just thought I'd keep you from getting too jealous." she laughed at his comment about her being jealous although it was more of a mocking laugh.
“Even if you had a girlfriend…if I really wanted to fuck you I would.” She said simply “But don’t get excited…I said if I wanted to, not that I do want to.” She said making herself perfectly clear as she followed the path back towards the house.
She saw her brother had already made himself comfortable in her friends window and she rolled her eyes, she already knew that was coming. Dahlia was really pretty and she knew her brother well enough to know that her rough, bad girl attitude was exactly his type and eventually they’d end up at the least having sex.
She made her way into the house, pushing the screen door open, seeing Austen at the table, she rolled her eyes shooting him a look that said, come near me, I’ll murder you. But the look he’d returned her, he caught he drift and stayed sitting next to Jack, though he glared at Nathan as he followed behind her.
“Kennedy, what the fuck.” He yelled after her.
She grabbed Nathan’s arm pulling him in front of her, before roughly shoving him into her room with a smirk. Shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her room was the opposite of Dahlia’s in decoration; it was less hippy and more Rastafarian. Like Dahlia she’d ripped off her closet doors only she’d replaced them with beads. Her walls were all painted different colors to match the Rastafarian flag, the wall her beds side was pushed up against red, the wall her door was on green, and the two walls across from each other yellow. The red wall leading out of her room covered with posters and original vinyl records of classic bands, most of wich were from her father. The yellow wall opposite, the yellow closet wall having a large sugar skull painting Dahlia had done for her when they first moved in.
Kennedy dropped her stuff in her closet, grabbing a black ripped up Guns and Roses shirt slipping it over her bikini top, it being a little longer on her coving her bottoms, making it look like all she had on was the shirt. She popped a CD in her personal stereo, wanting to drown out everything outside her bedroom, like she normally did when she got high. The familiar harmonica in the song floating through the room loudly as the song started to play.
“I don’t do any of that pussy shit…like Jack.” She smirked wickedly as she rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand grabbing a few needles and the drug. “Hope you can handle it.” She said sitting down as she started to get the needles ready. “By the way.” She glanced up to him with a smirk “By the way, if my brother catches you in here with me...doing anything…your done for.” She winked.
Keegan Callaway
He listened as she explained her situation, he respected her, because although they didn’t have a lot in common, they were from similar and tragic backgrounds. He shrugged as she mentioned his mother, because in all honesty he’d become numb to his past years ago, he’d let go of it, for the most part, but maybe that was because he’d never actually talked about it.
“So you killed your dad.” He smirked “That’s sexy…I’m sure he deserved it.” He said matching her normalness, he had quite a sinister mind and his thoughts were always darker than he’d liked them to be, but it was something he couldn’t help. “No offense or anything, but that brother of yours is a real piece of work.” He sighed.
He was abusive when it came to women and he was a smartass, but for some reason, guys like Jack had more of an agenda then simply abusing a girl, not that he was any better. There was just something about him, that was really off putting about him.
“So that party tonight…you got a date.” He smirked “I need some pretty arm candy to show me around.” He teased.
He really didn't want to be stuck with Brandy trying to throw herself at him, he was scared he might actually hurt her. But, if Dahlia did say no, not that it'd really be a date. But, he could always settle for going with Lilo and more than likely hooking up with her, even though the thought of hooking up with D, seemed a little more exciting.