Alone? [For certain people. You know who you are.]

[DJ]

The female leaned lightly on Daniel as her arms stayed around his midsection. She loved him. It was official. She was loved back.

Her eyebrows rose and she swore under her breath as the other female got up and rushed out of the room. She'd forgotten about the girl and stood up, hating to leave Daniel. But she had to see if the girl was okay. She wasn't sure if Daniel was up to getting up and following her outside, but Estee shouldn't have been out there long. And it was alright.

She opened the door gently, crouching next to the girl whose name she still didn't know. As she lay on the ground, Estee felt bad, although another part of her didn’t. She had no reason to feel bad. Daniel was the one that kissed her. And besides. She didn’t mean to sounds owning or controlling, but she’d seen Daniel first. And it was his choice.

Estee shouldn’t be the one being hated. “Are you okay?” Estee asked the crumpled heap of girl carefully. She bent down to eye level with her, but didn’t want to make eye contact. That’d be threatening. She stayed silent and allowed the girl to finish her sobs before she received a reply.

[Aquired]

She heard footsteps, not caring. That is, until she heard 'Estee' talking. She sat up, wiping the tears from her face. No. I'm not okay. Does it look like I'm fucking okay? She stood up, and watched Estee stand up, too. She looked as if she were going to hug her or shake her back to reality. She didn't want that, and she freaked. Ever since Jake, she had problems with people touching her randomly. Or when she was mad/sad. Without thinking, she hit her, and immediately realizing what she did, she turned around, walking a few steps, stopping, and collapsing onto the floor, crying again. I.. I'm turning into.. Into Jake... She spoke through her crying.[/size]

[D E M O N //]

After a few attempts Daniel finally managed to pull himself to his feet. He took off after the two girls unsure of what was going on. He made it out the door just in time to see her slap Estee. Covering the remaining ground to the two girls quickly Daniel wrapped his arms around her giving her a hug while shooting a glare at Amber that said something along the lines of, 'Your lucky I just past out or I'd give you a peice of my mind.' it was true, he was about an inch away from punching the girl right in the face.

[DJ]

As the words poured out of the girl’s mouth, a random song popped into Estee’s head by My Chemical Romance. Forget about the dirty looks. The photographs your boyfriend took. You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed now... I’m not oh - fucking - kay. Why that popped into Estee’s mind, she had no clue, but the idea made her blink, almost in a daze for a moment, and then refocus on the girl.

The teenager glanced back from the corner of her eye and Daniel had made it out of the room behind her. She was glad to see him. Her boyfriend. That is what this meant, right?

All too swiftly, the girl’s hand reached out and clawed Estee’s cheek, causing her to stumble backwards onto the cement. Estee lurched forward, attempting a swing at the girl’s face with her own hand, but between the girl’s few steps away, and Daniel’s strong arms wrapped her midsection, keeping her away from the girl, her hand only swept through the tension-filled air. Estee’s brown eyes reflected extra highlights as a top layer of salty water coated them. Her right hand drew to her cheek slowly, stroking the pain. It hurt.

Her lower lip quivered as she watched the girl cry in front of her, crumpled in a heap on the cool cement. What a bitch. She tried to escape Daniel’s grasp, about to make another attempt to attack the girl, but unable to free herself, she spun around to Daniel, crumbling onto him, but not heavily. He may still have been dizzy and she didn’t want to throw all of her weight onto him.

She pressed her face into his chest, closing her eyes and forcing more tears out. Her arms wrapped around him and she held tight. “I don’t get it,” she whispered, although with her face buried in his chest, she wasn’t even sure he heard it. She didn’t bother to repeat herself because it wasn’t a question and there wasn’t even anything for him to say with a reply.

Her eyelashes were clumped and there was a fairly large wet spot on Daniel’s dark tee. Her quivering back slowed a bit as she tried to breath normally again, reaching back to her cheek, now bright red. Puffy and bloodshot brown eyes glanced up toward Daniel’s face, feeling embarrassed now. The kiss was her fault. And she deserved to be smacked.

Her face fell again and an ashamed feeling swept over her. She bit her lip, not allowing her sobs to become audible. The feeling of Daniel’s arms kept her feeling safe, and as she felt his head bent down to her, she rested her head on his chest, removing her hand from the red mark on her cheek, able to hear his rhythmic heartbeat within him. It was soothing and tender. Her eyes pressed shut again and she felt as though she’d loose conscious. The crying left her stomach empty, head dizzy, and eyes stung. She didn’t let go of the boy in front of her, but instead clung tighter, unable to do anything else.

[Aquired]

She knew she had to apologize. She regretted hitting her. She regretted it a lot. I-I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I'm turning into.. J-Jake.. She was only stuttering from crying. Not from nervousness. Sure. She had been hit before. But that didn't mean she could hit someone. And for that, she wanted to die. She didn't want to turn into Jake. She gathered herself and sat, hugging her legs to her chest, her head down, silently crying.

[D E M O N //]

Moving his hand up her back he rubbed it comfortingly. He had never been put in a situation remotely similar to this one and he really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do about it. He felt responsible for the whole mess. He should never have gone to the lounge. Sure, he didn't know that she was there when he walked in, but he should have left when he did. Part part of him knew that he had no way of knowing where this would lead to. But still, he couldn't help but blame himself, he always did.

Not really aware of his actions, Daniel lowered his head kissing the top of hers in what he hoped was a comforting way. He hated to see Estee cry. They had known each other how long and it had already happened twice. Though the first was when she fell off her horse into a stream. That had not been fun for either party, but she certainly got the worst of it.

He really wanted to kick that girls ass, how dare she hit Estee. Though many people would question the fact that he would consider hitting a girl. But Daniel never really saw the distinction between the genders. People were people, and not as good as horses.

[DJ]

Her head spun towards the girl, then back to Daniel. “I need to go,” she spoke to him softly. She’d be back later. Maybe. Oh what was she saying, of course she’d be back. But for now she needed to be alone or at least away. She wasn’t running away from Daniel. And had to let him know that. It was from the girl who smacked her. Bitch. She stood on her tippy-toes, kissing the boy quickly on the cheek. It wasn’t an emotional kiss at all compared to the last one and didn’t last more than a quick moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.

The teenager didn’t even think of her sketch book and messenger bag strewn on the couch, still in the lounge. She needed to go now. She’d be back. Later.

She broke away, moving into a jog down the aisle and passing the girl on the ground without notice. As she reached the bright sunlight of the outside, her first foot stepped on the packed dirt of the parking lot and as she her second foot left the cement, it fell onto the dirt as well, in front of the last one. And she broke into a run.

[Aquired]

She looked up at Daniel, not crying much anymore. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to hit your girlfriend.. I was just.. She sighed. I'm turning into Jake.. I have to go....! Already on her knees when she looked at Daniel, she got up, going the opposite direction of the girl. She didn't walk. Unlike the girl, she ran. She ran and she didn't stop. She knew she was only running from her fears. But her running was a way to escape what had happened. Or simply to get to a place away from here where she could cry. Be alone. After running a bit, she started to slow down. Noticing another girl, she stopped. It was Estee. Who'd think they would have went to the same place? Well to think of it, Amber didn't know where she was. She had just run. She stood, frozen in her place as Estee neared her. As Estee got closer, she noticed that she too, had stopped running. Sorry. Was all she said.

[D E M O N //]

Daniel stood there watching the two girls run off for a moment. Blinking a couple times he tried to figure out what the hell was going on here. Finally, he gave up, he would never understand the human mind, particularly not the female one.

Finally he took off after them, arriving on the scene just in time to witness Amber's apology. That was not what Estee wanted, at least, as far as Daniel was away but as he said, he would never understand the human mind. But, what else was new, he couldn't even understand his own.

[DJ]

Hearing the apology behind her, Estee broke back into the run. She was out of breath as she was before, but it didn't matter. As long as she was away from the girl. If Daniel followed her, it'd not have been a problem, but it wasn't his voice (easily recognized), so she didn't bother to pay attention.

She'd have turned if she knew Daniel was there, but having no idea, she continued to the house, ran up the two steps to Hope's front door, entering and running through the house up to her room, feeling maniacal. Pissed at Amber. Loving of Daniel. Unsure of life. What the hell is going on?

OOC:: Continued in Hope's house. ;-)

[Aquired]

OOC: so then im out. -has no place to post now-