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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 15:23:05 GMT
"And what were you doing?" I asked a moment later after taking a drink from my bottle. "Following me here? Just to rub it in? That's very productive of you too."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 15:26:57 GMT
"That is basically what I'm doing, yes," I nod.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 15:38:42 GMT
"You're not being anymore productive than I'm being then." I muttered with a shake of my head, staring at a spot on the table.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 15:39:42 GMT
"Yes," I agree, "What's your point?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 15:41:15 GMT
I sighed and just shook my head. "Nevermind." I said, my eyes shifting to the top of the bottle now. He was trying to rub it so, and I just didn't feel like telling him to stop, not yet at least, because he wasn't going to.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 15:48:36 GMT
My attention span is waning. I wish he'd just go and react to something or say something interesting already.
I glance boredly across the bar and away from him.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 15:54:48 GMT
I sighed, "Why is this so interesting to you? She picked you, so leave me the fuck alone." I said after a moment, when he looked off at the bar.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 15:56:42 GMT
"It's not that interesting to me," I shrug with a sigh, "Thought it would be, but you are refusing to be very entertaining at all. Do you know how aggravating that is?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 16:11:20 GMT
"Probably pretty aggravating.." I said with a small nod. Maybe he just hadn't said the right thing yet to make me extremely.. whatever it was he wanted to be. I just didn't know what it would be today.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 16:14:46 GMT
"Do you...ever get annoyed?" I ask after a moment, "Just so I know if I'm fighting a losing battle here. But seriously...you would be with her by now if it weren't for me, does that not piss you off?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 16:28:44 GMT
Of course I got annoyed.. but he didn't really have to know that. I just sighed again and felt myself wince slightly at what he said next. That did bother me. I didn't want to show him that it bothered me, but I was pretty sure that he could tell anyway. It obviously struck a nerve.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 20, 2009 16:33:30 GMT
"Oh for fucks sake."
I think I'm getting more annoyed than he is now anyway, probably not saying much considering how easily irritated I am, but still.
The wince...is somewhat satisfying. And I'm glad that hurt. But it obviously didn't quite hurt enough, I don't think.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 20, 2009 18:11:28 GMT
"What?" I asked a moment later looking up to him. "What do you want?" I asked shaking my head faintly. "How about I just tell you, that I am fucking miserable and I just want you to leave me alone."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 21, 2009 10:21:23 GMT
"Why do I care what you want?" I mutter.
I came in here for a reason and I think it was mostly to gloat and to piss him off...and I'm not particularly satisfied I've done either properly.
And also, now he's said that, I really can't just leave. Reverse psychology, I suppose, because now he's said he wants me to leave I really can't. Go figure.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 21, 2009 12:37:57 GMT
I shook my head. That's not what I meant by that. I didn't really care what he wanted, I just didn't want to deal with him. He was just standing there.. and I felt obligated to talk to him, for a reason I'm not sure of really.
"I just want to know what I can do to get you to leave." I said shaking my head faintly agian.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 21, 2009 14:37:21 GMT
I shrug, because I don't really know what I want him to do either.
React, probably. Give me a proper, real, concrete reason to be pissed off still...something like that.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Jan 23, 2009 1:49:13 GMT
It didn't seem like he even knew. Which is why, when he didn't move away from where he was standing, I decided that I would just get up and move myself instead. So I stood up, grabbing my half empty bottle of firewhiskey and walked over to the bar, taking a seat up there too, wondering if he was going to follow me or not.
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