Christopher Grey might have been cold and he might have unconventional ways of showing he cared, but I don’t question myself why it was so hard to fall out of love with him.
Your statements just make it more obvious.
That’s alright, my name never bothered me anyway. I think Charleston is amazing. It might just be the next best place to home now that I’ve seen it. And I’m glad I’m more welcome here! Are you enjoying it?
Enjoy? It depends on what you deem enjoyable. People here have different tastes. How about you?
So I only owe replies to Anneliese and Isabelle’s starters. I’ll get to them later since it’s 2am and I’m really tired.
For those who owe me replies, check out the list on my account and you can find my last reply to our para under the ‘paragraphs’ link on my page.
Tom looked at her, his eyes narrowing at her words. Of course his statement was obvious, it was his way of telling her that he was finished. That there would be no mind games from him, and that she wouldn’t be affecting him in anyway. A smirk tugged up on his lips as he stared down the icy brunette’s false smile. She really needed to loosen up, maybe get laid, anything would do wonders for uptight Elize. Tom made a mental note to mention it to Liam, he seemed to know the brunette well enough, maybe he wouldn’t be too opposed.
He leaned in, matching her wide smile, “I love astrology,” Tom breathed, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. She wasn’t making any sense. There was no rhyme or reason to her words, and it seemed to him that she was just saying them to keep him from figuring out her thoughts, or from realizing that she couldn’t follow through with what she was saying. “But that’s awfully off topic, isn’t it?”
Tom’s expression remained unamused, quickly firing off a retort, “If there’s anyone going to do any beating down on me, it’ll be myself.” He scowled, almost able to watch the wheels turn in her head, blue eyes shining as she came up with another statement to throw at him. Tom’s grin was so wide, he was sure it was beginning to give off the appearance of bared teeth. “That’s the thing about teams Prince, you earn your way onto them. I wasn’t just given this position. I came, and I worked, from day one, until I was the best. You’ve been fed the same line of crap every day of your life. That you’re a Prince, and the world revolves around you. You can’t fool me.” A harsh, unamused laugh left his throat, “It’s a good thing I play soccer then, isn’t it?”
As she straightened, so did Tom, towering over the tiny brunette, his sheer height and build enough to intimidate anyone. He wasn’t afraid of her, the only thing she had was her words, and her over inflated ego. She needed to come off of her high horse, and see the world as everyone else did. “Don’t worry Elize,” Tom laughed, “If that’s ever the case, we’ll keep tossing more fuel on. But what about you? You can’t make more water to extinguish it with.” He crossed his arms, “From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire,” he paused, “Frost.”
He kept still, listening to her words, his face mockingly straight, not a twitch, not a sign, the only thing that showed he was listening was the subtle twitch of his lips, pulling up into a smile as he heard what Elize had to say. All those things about him, “You don’t know anything about me at all, do you?” Tom said, his tone conversational, until he heard her last word. What did she know about his father?
The boy was angry now, more determined to set the brunette in her place than think of any consequences. Letting out a hard, mocking laugh, he reached for her arm, pulling her near, and leaning in close, hissing into her ear, “I’m Tom Weaver, but I’m sure you know that. Do you know what my family consists of Elize?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his grip on her arm tightening, “We’re celebrities. Athletes. You? You’re a socialite. A brat, of no particular skill, or value. My infamy comes from scandal, and yours from the amount of zeros your father rolls in at the end of the year. So, whatever it is you think you know, bring it. I can only benefit.” His last words were punctuated, and he let her arm go forcefully, pushing past her, and out of the room.
For all they knew, it would have been a stare-to-death contest and neither would have won or lost by now. Elize contemplated on whether she should win by force or let it rest and marinate for the time being. Torture and slow death was always painfully entertaining to watch. Her sadism could be quite alarming at times but she could only care as much as she wanted to. Scrapping the thought, she decided against it, feeling tired to put on some effort, knowing she’ll eventually get her way somehow and she wanted to keep him guessing. Anyone who knew her very very well would know what would happen when she receives a ‘no’ and for the record, Elize Prince never takes ‘no’ for an answer. Instead of overpowering the opponent with an icy stare, Elize opted to show no emotion.
Shaking her head, her curls bouncing all around her, Elize let out a small laugh. Elize was not someone who was easy to play with and she wasn’t one to be figured out. So many have tried and in the end have settled on conclusions of her acting on impulse and being fickle. She didn’t do anything to change people’s ideas of her being the bratty little girl who just wanted to do anything to get what she wants. Her mind was more complex than that and it was something not Tom Weaver, or even her brother could understand. She was an artist both on the canvas and off. “Of course not.” she would have normally explained how it wasn’t off topic but she just left him hanging, her eyes narrowed as she continued to stare right through his eyes.
”Which is a shame. You’re supposed to life yourself up, not beat yourself down. But if that’s how you want things to be…” Her voice trailed as her heels made a turn and she circled on him before pausing to complete her statement. “Go knock yourself out.” she said with a smile and a small shrug. “Teams…you have been chosen to be a part of the team. If I were the coach and I were awfully biased, I could pick anyone I favored, could I?” she said, her eyebrows in a tight not as if she were honestly confused before letting out a small sigh “Yeah. I thought so and oh, no one is fooling anyone here, Tom. If there’s anyone here who knows how much the truth could hurt, it has to be you. I’m not quite sure if you knew, but soccer IS English football.” she said, her lips curved into a tight downward curve, her mind thinking about how Americans could play football with their hands.
Elize threw her curls behind her and with it, his attempt of intimidating her. It was to her advantage how people underestimated her. She probably says too much but she knew she stuck through it in one way or another. She refuses to step down from her self-made throne and she was keeping it no matter what it takes. It was the only thing she had that made her feel some worth and the only thing that made her feel above everyone else. She had words, but she also had resources, power and the will. If worse goes to worst, Elize would strip anyone off with what they had and in this case, Tom’s hard earned fame and career. He seemed to restrict his thoughts on high school but Elize had her head up and aimed at high society and though Tom Weaver could be a celebrity, Elize had more strings to make things work her way. That was something no one really realizes and it just goes to show how clean she works. “Oh don’t be silly. Who says I have to make water to put it out? Eventually, even forest fires die out and I could barely care which side you favor.”
Elize stood straight to face him, a small nod at his question. “Yes, I don’t.” It was a fact she was sure of and no matter how others would look for any loop hole, the only thing they could come up with is how she gets her way most of the time, how she demands and manipulates but she also knew not a single one would do anything about it. Not even Tom Weaver’s fame and influence could take down a Prince. There was so much in that name that was hard to take down and she didn’t quite care if she tainted something her father has worked so hard for people to be fond of. “Exactly the same way that you know nothing about me.”
As his grip on her arm tightened, her eyes narrowed, as she fought the urge not to lift her hand and use it against him. If bruises showed up, she could have enough to send Tom on a suspension until the first game of the season is over so she let him do it anyway. With a smug look on her face, a smile took it’s place on her lips throughout the whole time. She plastered on a look of as if she were so lost in his words when all she wanted to do was laugh. “Tom Weaver. I admire your desire to reach your dreams but don’t take it too far yet. You are a high school athlete. Your father is the celebrity and your mother? Probably out with her amigas for shopping and tea, I suppose?” It was no secret in high society how her mother spent every other day out in Paris or New York and how his father is successful in his career. But only old age could tell and Christopher Weaver would be nothing but a name and a memory to sports along with never-dying stories of his adulterous scandals of course. It was no secret and no one had the guts to talk about it either.
Trying to grab her arm away from his grasp, Elize took a step back, a smile still on her lips. “My mother was an artist, one who worked with her heart. My father? An innovator and a genius when it comes to the business world, one who worked with his head. And me? I am a Prince.” It was enough of a warning, if only anyone knew what it had to mean. Elize Prince was more than a brat, she was a brat worth more than the total of Tom Weaver’s assets and a brat who knew how to work her way to the top. She knew how to work with her head and she had enough hatred and wrath to fuel her cause and if it had to end that way, Elize knew how to work with her hands. There were so many things people don’t know and Tom Weaver certainly had no idea what he was heading to. Elize would stop at nothing to take him to her side or take him down. “Anything I know, I’m sure the media would feast on and it’s something your father would not be happy of and your mother?” she said with a shrug as she watched him storm out the room before turning on her heels to scan the room for Liam. “Oh the shame.” she said as a whisper before letting out a laugh.
(Source: yourhighness-elize)
Pleasure meeting you, Elize! Honestly, I don’t really know why I was named Marly, but I do know that my parents are quite a quirky couple indeed. Maybe it was from a kid’s show.
Oh I assume it is. That’s what everyone says and well, I think I like the sound of Marly. Names can be interesting and people tend to judge others by their looks..or names. Or maybe it’s just me. So, how are you finding Charleston so far?
Charlie glanced at her and as she ranted on and on about her father. He always thought his life was bad because of the drugs and alcohol and that his father didn’t care, but his father did put in an occasional effort to say ‘Nice job’ and such. With Elize, it was like complete detachment from her father. Like he was in one world with Charles almost, and Elize was stuck here wanting to go with them. He probably was the one person who had gone through something similar and knew what it felt like, but could never tell her how things would go. It would only be a matter of time before her father realized how much he’s missed by being disappointed all the time, when he should be praising the fact that both his kids are talented. Charlie looked up slightly realizing everything he mumbled in his head he should have told her, but then again, there were boundaries and he didn’t want to over step his boundaries with the father issue. He’d leave that much alone.
“Elize, breath.” he said after she rushed so much out that he felt almost confused by the end. He rested a hand on her shoulder to give comfort. He had always wanted to be a father, but replacing one wasn’t the way he wanted it. “I know I may be out of line. But you could always force him to talk..I know it may seem impossible or pointless, but maybe he just hasn’t been listening. If you tell him how you really feel maybe he’ll finally understand.” Charlie shrugged hoping that only his words could bring the courage and understanding to do so that he himself built up 13 years ago to do by himself. It was a simple task. Talk. Communication was the most sacred and important thing in all of the world. Without it, we’d be nothing.
Elize could feel the teacher’s eyes on her and for a moment, she knew he was probably pitying her and that’s something she can’t stand. For so long, she has given people reasons why her life and she in herself, was so much better than them and excuses why they should not pity her despite the absence of most people in her life. At the moment though, she was too caught up in her thoughts and emotions and maybe sometimes, having people’s pity was just what she needed. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh as if accepting defeat. If there was something she had grown to accept, it was the fact that the possibility of love, no matter in what form or origin, finding it’s way to her is impossible and despite that impossibility, she will work hard to turn things around and get the upper hand. If she were to live a miserable life, she would accept it but not without the knowledge that everyone else is living a life more miserable than hers. That gave her satisfaction, no matter how sad that thought might be for a teenage soul. Taking in a deep breath, she let out a soft shaky laugh. “I don’t even know why I’m here or why I’m saying this to you. It shouldn’t matter.”
Elize cringed at the touch of his hand on her shoulders. She had always wanted a father, but if she had it her way she’d want it to be Oliver Prince. She wanted the father that he was before her mother died. She wanted to have back the man who had called her ‘his princess’. Pressing her lips in a straight line, she gave him a slight nod before forcing a smile on her lips. “Yeah, I should do that the next time I leave a message for his secretary on the answering machine.” It was all too easy to device plans and theories and strategies but her life doesn’t really work that way. She was young when it all started and she was young when she realized what was actually going on and young when she started craving for his attention. In all those years, she had never succeeded and success at this point seemed all too impossible too. Maybe she just came there for the fact that she knew someone would listen and not judge. “Or maybe I’ll just wait for the next holiday so I could see him in the Christmas table.” Fidgeting on her fingers, Elize tried to rummage her brain for another topic. “So, anyway how’s the first few weeks of teaching, Mr. Deekan? Any students badgering you here aside from me?”
itsame--blake-ferrari sent: hi hi i still love you and miss you, forever okay see you later.Hey Blake. I miss you too and I still look forward to that tea and macarons, okay? :)
I’m Marly.
Marly? Well, that sounds like a name from a kid’s show. You’re parents must be so…creative. Hello. It’s nice to finally have new kids here…I think. I’m Elize Prince.
