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She just gave a soft sigh, pressing her feelings down as far as she could mentally reach as she turned and walked away |
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Caden tossed the cigarette a while later, heading back downstairs with both the mask and accent on. |
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Rose's mask stayed off and she walked downstairs. A man saw her, his own mask off, and followed her to her car. "Going somewhere, beautiful?" He asked, an english accent staining his words. "Home" She answered simply, the man a stranger. "Without help? A shame. I needed a ride anyways." He murmured, leaning into her space, trapping her by placing his hands on either side of her head and laying them flat on the car. "P-please leave me alone..." She breathed, shrinking back against the car. The man just pressed against her, the invasion making her whimper |
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Caden was a few rows down, hoping to catch her again so maybe they could talk about... earlier. He was heading over to his McLaren when he heard her, scared. The man started walking over to the sound, mask stuffed in his pocket as he approached. "Excuse me Brit, I think it's time for your cup o' tea. Back off of her, or don't. That'd be real fun for you." He mused casually, flicking a grit of dirt from under one of his nails before looking back up at her. |
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"Why don't you scamper along, go find yourself a different girl. This one's mine." The man snapped, opening Rose's door and grabbing her wrist |
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Caden's eye twitched slightly, why were they always so defensive? He went and stood in front of the door, huffing a laugh. "Uh no, actually. She's mine, yeah?"
He pointed at her, then slowly back at him. "Did you get that, bub?" |
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"Says who? Finders keepers. Learned that in grade school. Won't tell ya again, man. She's. Mine." He snapped |
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"Well no shit you are, I could tell the second I looked at ya that you haven't even hit middle school yet." Caden laughed, staying where he was. |
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"Damn you, I will have you know I graduated from Harvard with thirty girls calling my name to marry them. She should feel priveleged to have me!" He bellowed |
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"Oh i'm so impressed, so impressed. Do you want my card? I'd be glad to fit you into my schedule so we could discuss anything about one of my many companies." Caden mused, reaching into his pocket. |
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Tornados ! Run for Cover !
