[Open] Just look into my eyes, and I'll own you

[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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Today had been chaotic. Ethan was at his loft, making plans for Marine Biology as well as grading papers at his desk ,and then he heard some commotion downstairs with giggling and stumbling. Automatically he knew it was Cassie, but the other voice. Not so sure, but it was a man's. Dropping the papers on the desk, Ethan rose from his desk and walked down the stairs to find Doctor Graham and Cassie actually sucking each other's faces off. Of course, Ethan knew she'd been hooking up with a doctor ,but not his doctor. Immediate rage set through him, and well let's just say that he kicked Doctor Graham out of his loft, physically. Ethan, quite frankly did not give a flying f*ck about Cassie cursing him out for doing it, then she began begging him to stay as he grabbed his things into a suitcase and headed out the door.

Hearing it and thinking it, were two totally different things, but seeing it? Seeing her in their house, with another man, done it. All these years of problems and she wanted to beg him to stay? Ethan knew that in a few days he'd be at his lawyer's office getting out of the relationship, but for now, he'd be at the Mirage, buying a Penthouse suite for himself and partying that night. So, once he'd got to the Mirage, he had his car parked by a valet ,and went up to his room. Good thing he knew strings to pull to get this room.

Soon it was ten thirty, and Ethan had just got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waste. He'd already decided that he'd be going to JET, but what he had not decided was what he was going to wear. Ethan had pricey clothes that looked pricey, as well as pricey clothes that did not look pricey. Pulling on whatever he'd reached for and matched well enough in his head, he'd ended up with a pricey - non- looking outfit. Heading out after looking in the mirror, Ethan made it to JET, went to the bar and got himself a drink.

Leaning on the bar, Ethan looked over the crowd of people on the dance floor while he sipped on his drink. After deciding that he'd stay in this part of the club, he remembered his ring so he placed his drink on the bar and took off his ring. Chapter two of my life.

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[OLIVIA JANE RYDER]

It had been a month since her 21rst birthday, and Olivia hadn't gone out since that night. Sure, it ended in several faceplants down the strip and cuts all down her arms and legs. Puking in gutters and out of her Scion's window as they drove down the freeway to get her home, but that was no excuse. So tonight she decided to finally go back out. She definitely needed the night out to get loose and forget about all of the drama going on at school. Sighing as she put on the golden locket necklace, she looked over herself as her legs shook slightly. It was her first time wearing heels since the last time she went out to the strip, and her feet weren't exactly having it but she'd get over it once she got a few drinks in her. Alcohol could help her forget, right? She hoped so, it helped her get over losing her father. It should help her now.

She didn't exactly have anything to be really upset about that scaled up there with losing her father, but the drama between all of the people in the college chat, and then the Jake and Ethan dilemma she'd gotten herself into, she was worn out.

Ethan... she thought to herself and sighed as she grabbed her clutch and her keys as she made her way down to her car. She still hadn't heard from him. She was sure she wouldn't for a while, either. Although she didn't know what was going on, his energy in class had been way down. She wasn't sure why, but it really wasn't any of her business so she just kept to herself like she told him she would. She missed him, though. Oddly enough. It wasn't like her to get attached to a person, especially when it was a casual 'just sex' relationship. He was different though, she was sure of it.

Shaking her head, and him out of her thoughts, she climbed into her car and stirred excitedly in her seat as she turned the key in the ignition. A smile creeped onto her face as she sped to the strip. The anticipation grew more and more in her stomach, doing somersaults as she pulled into the parking lot and showed her 'residence' placard. Getting out of her car as she parked, her gold heels clicked on the concrete and echoed through the parking lot. The outfit she was wearing was definitely more flashy than she'd normally wear, but this was Vegas. You either stood out in the crowd or got lost in it, tonight she wanted to stand out.

As she walked into the crowded night club, she made her way straight through to the bar. "Jack and coke, please," she asked with a smile while the bartender made her drink with an appalled look on his face. She understood his surprise, also. Normally girls would come in and order a skinny martini or some little girly drink, but Olivia wasn't here to beat around the bush. She wanted to get drunk.

Turning to her left as she took a sip of her drink, she nearly fell over in shock. Instead, her heart sank down to her stomach and the smile she was once wearing had faded. She tried her best to remain poker faced as Ethan had turned to look back at her. What were the odds of this? Olivia's odds. Always. She'd never had the best luck, and this just proved it.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, attempting to keep herself in check as she kept her tone nonchalant. Last thing she wanted was for him to know the effect he had just had on her night.

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[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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Soon Ethan was on his third drink, but still not tipsy and he wanted to be at least tipsy because anything to get his mind off killing Doctor Graham would help him. Wasn't alcohol supposed to do that? Apparently not when you're pissed beyond believe. Taking a gulp from the drink he looked down on the bar counter clenching and unclenching his jaw, fury within his eyes, until he was pulled from his thoughts from a familiar voice which he already knew who's it was after she had even spoken.

Lifting his head and turning it to look at her, is face was more shocked than pissed now. What had she even asked him? It was a "this night can't get any worse" night, because he'd already damaged the girl so much, or so he thought. Student's heard about teachers, and teachers heard about students. In Olivia's case? She was a whore and probably never cared for him more than the sex that he gave her. Shaking his head and lifted the glass and finished of that one before getting the bartenders attention. Another. He said in a dark dull tone. Turning back to Olivia he shrugged. I caught Cassie. He was so pissed his heart didn't even ache with the words.

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[OLIVIA JANE RYDER]

As Ethan turned to get another drink from the bartender, Olivia looked at her glass and swirled t. Taking a few big sips of it, feeling the whiskey burn down her throat and shakes her head cringing slghtly. She wasn't weak when it came to whiskey, but it seemed rougher than usual. Looking up at the ceiling, her heart began to race as she looked back to him and smiled softly, keeping a calm relaxed appearance as she leaned back against the bar and reached up taking her hand and tucking one of her stray hairs behind her ear.

He was so tense, she wasn't sure why either. Could it have been because of her? No, definitely not. Sure they hadn't left off on the best of terms but he never came off this tense in class. Something was bothering him, and she wanted to reach over and pull him into a hug, but that would be crossing a line she couldn't cross. Instead, she waited for him to answer her.

Three words. That's all he had to say as her jaw dropped in horror. Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes showed remorse for Ethan. She knew how much he really did love Cassie, even through all of the infidelity. That's definitely where the anger came from. This time she couldn't help herself. Reaching over, she ran her fingertips along the hairline by his temple before running her fingers through his hair. Her jaw coming back up and she pursed her lips together, but her eyes showed the same sadness they had before. Leaning up so she didn't have to speak as loud, she told him what she was thinking the only way she could, "I'm so sorry, Ethan," before taking her other arm and wrapping it around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug and resting her chin on his shoulder with a sigh. "You deserve so much better..."

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[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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Ethan's eyes were glued to his glass of alcohol in which he spun slowly round and round on top of the bar's counter. Ethan was in such deep though that the constant blaring music in the nightclub had faded out of his mind ,and the sound of the ice in his glass clanking against the glass itself, took the music's place. By now the madness had left him and the sadness from the realization of what had just really happened replaced the madness. The sadness, that brought a ache to his heart, a burn to his throat, and solid tears to his eyes, but he would not cry in such a public place.

Ethan knew he had no right to be angry or upset because he'd been doing the same thing ,but it still wasn't right. Two wrongs did not ever make a right, but then again Ethan had never ever brought a woman back to their home, to do whatever they wanted to do, and from the looks of Cassie and the doctor, they were probably thinking the bed. Locking his jaw he felt like he needed to throw up, because every night he slept in that bed and she actually let him. Disgusting.

Already he'd forgotten that Olivia was there right beside him, but her gentle touch brought his attention to her. Something in her eyes made him know that she was there, and something in her touch made him realize that she must have really cared for him. Right then, for some odd reason he felt the need to actually cry, and he wanted Olivia there to hold him like she was now while he did. Gulping down the last bit of alcohol Ethan tried to constantly blink away his tears while he grabbed Olivia's hand and tugged her along behind him. The destination was his huge room, but the objective for now was to keep his head down from the people around him because the tears were already streaming down his face.

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[OLIVIA JANE RYDER]

Olivia continued to watch Ethan, analyzing his movements as he stared down at his drink. He seemed so detached from everything going on at the club, even detached from her. It was like he had forgotten she was sitting beside her, that he was at the bar. Her heart ached as she kept trying to comfort him any way she could. Olivia understood he loved his wife, he only acted the way he did because he needed that love that she wasn't giving to him. She knew she'd never compare to Cassie, but she still needed to be here for him. It wasn't a student and teacher thing anymore, it was an Olivia and Ethan thing. Friends? Sure they didn't know eachother very well outside of the classroom, but they had excellent chemistry and that was all that needed to be known.

As he brought himself willingly into the embrace, she closed her eyes and hid her face into his neck, relaxing as she ran her hand up and down his back soothingly. She felt the wetness of his tears on her bare shoulders as his body shook. She couldn't tell if it was from the crying or the anger, probably both. Sighing, she held him closer and whispered into his ear, "it's gong to be okay, Ethan."
It was bullshit, she knew that as much as he did. The divorce was going to be hell for not only him, but Cassie. But Olivia had already promised to him mentally that she'd be here for him through all of it. That was, unless Ethan didn't want her to. She'd understand, it was a rough thing to go through and he may want to do it alone.

As he pulled away, she looked up at him as he hung his head, not wanting to look at her or anyone else in the club as he began to walk out, taking Olivia's hand. Following him, she ran her thumb gently along his hand as they walked. Her eyes showing sadness as she looked around the club to see people staring. They all probably thought they were leaving to fuck. Hell, if she was watching this she'd even think it. Right now all she wanted to do was scream at them. Insensitive, ignorant fuckers, she thought to herself as she looked back to Ethan, who's head was still down.

The second they left the club, and walked passed a section of the massive casino the Mirage offered, and into the hotel area; there was silence. Her ears were ringing quietly as they stood at the elevators and waited patiently. Olivia hadn't said a word since they had left the club. She was still unsure of what to say. Instead, she just stood beside him and squeezed his hand gently as she twined their fingers together. She then moved to stand in front of him and wipe the tears from his cheeks and smile slighty looking into his bright red, tear filled eyes. Even now, he was still so handsome. Soon, the ding from the elevator echoed through the quiet hall and she waited for Ethan to lead her into the elevator.

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[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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The soothing gesture of Olivia's thumb rubbing against his hand made him want to let it all go even faster. By that time, he'd realized, he was mad at the world until she came along and began to comfort him not only verbally but physically. For some reason, she made him open up, show his emotions more than anyone else, and when she touched him like she cared, he felt like only she could make him feel okay right now, and only she would be the only one there for him that actually made an affect on him. Ethan hadn't felt that in a long-long time.

Locking his jaw as they waited, he kept his face hidden even though no one was around. The tighten in his throat made more of an impact on him so it was becoming much more harder for him to hide it, especially when he had to look Olivia in the eyes. Thank god that the elevator rang for them. So, he walked into the elevator and pushed the floor's button just before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and taking out his room card. Sniffling, Ethan looked up towards the elevator light trying to blink away his tears, still not saying a single word.

Finally they both made it to his room, where he swiped the card quickly and made his way in with her. For a minute that seemed a hour, Ethan looked forward into the hotel room, letting the tears and emotion come through to him. Turning around quickly Ethan looked at Olivia with tears overflowing now over his cheeks and shook his head in disbelief just before wrapping his arms around her and hiding his head into her neck letting the deep body shaking sobs go.

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[OLIVIA JANE RYDER]

The silence between the two was deafening. It made Olivia's heart feel heavy as she stood beside him. She could see the muscles in his neck tensing as he'd flex his jaw, blatantly fighting back the tears that she knew were so hard to fight. Sure, she'd never felt a heartbreak like this, but she had lost someone who was a huge part of her life. The thought made the dry lump grow in her throat that she forced herself to swallow. What would her father think of the situation she was in? Who she's with at the moment and what had brought them together?

He'd just be happy that I'm happy, no matter who it's with or whatever situation I'm in, she reasoned with herself. But was she really happy? Sure, right now was a hard time for Ethan. Obviously she wasn't going to be exactly happy at the moment, but what mattered was that after weeks of not talking, they'd found their way back to eachother. Sadly enough, it had to be through such a horrible tragedy, but it needed to happen. It was obvious how unhappy they both were, no matter how much he may have loved her. She liked to assume Cassie had loved him in return, but if you love someone you don't do something like that. Granted, Ethan was doing the same thing, but he needed the attention he wasn't getting from her elsewhere, it was obvious to anyone who knew Ethan on a personal level that this would have never happened had she not been around with other guys.

Letting out a sigh just as the door unlocked, Ethan pulled her into the room and she heard the door quietly close behind them. The silence between them made it sound much louder though, as if the door had been slammed. Watching his entire body just tense up, she looked at his profile and felt her heart clench up. Such sadness, so many tears. It would be heart breaking for anyone to see, but Olivia cared about him... a lot. So as he took her in his arms it was just reflex to wrap her arms around his neck, tangling one of her hands in his hair and playing with it, hoping to soothe him in any way she could.

After standing for what had seemed like a few hours, but was probably about 10 minutes, she pulled away and wiped his tears again and smiled softly up at him before bringing his head down to kiss the edge of his lips gently. She didn't want to seem too forward with this action. She hoped it hadn't been too soon either, she just wanted him to be reassured that she was here for him and she genuinely cared for him. Looking back up into his eyes, she looked around the room before looking back and slowly walking towards the bed, dragging him with her.

"Lets sit, Ethan.." she said as she waited for him to sit on the bed before sitting beside him. Olivia took his hands in hers and twined their fingers together. Not sure of what to do, she simply asked him in a quiet, sympathetic tone, "do you want to talk about it?" as she slowly let go of one of his hands before placing it on his cheek, stroking her thumb against it as she continued to look into his eyes.

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[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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Ethan cried non-stop there on Olivia's shoulder. He wasn't counting the minutes or even estimating how long he'd been there. All he kept thinkg about was how he'd wasted all of these years with that woman, and how he tried so hard with her, and in return how he got nothing back from her. Ethan had bought everything. Cars, loft, furniture, jewelry, and clothes, then when they moved to Las Vegas, she started getting weird, which eventually, he'd found out why.

As Olivia pulled him to the bed, Ethan lifted his hands and with his fingertips wiped the tears from his eyes then took a deep breath sitting beside Olivia. She isn't worth it. After every breakdown there comes a time when you may become emotion-less when yo[u realize that it isn't even worth your tears. Right now was Ethan's time. Shrugging at Olivia's question he cleared his throat, There's not much to say. We didn't have a good relationship , and I guess it was time for it to end, but I WILL get everything that I have bought. Ethan could care less if she went and stayed at some shelter at this point, but he doubted that. She'd probably go stay with her boyfriend. I really don't care what she does. I've got my concern on someone else, now.

Ethan now looked up from his lap to the door. He held up a finger, and started out the door. I'll be right back, don't move. Walking out of the door, Ethan searched through the large hallway looking for any stranger. Finally seeing a man he reached down into his pocket, pulled out his ring, and handed it to the man. Pawn it, keep it, I don't really care. Dropping the ring into the mans hands, he turned without looking back. This was it. Sorry, but Cassie I'm done completely with you and your bullshit. Tomorrow, he'd go home and tell her she had two days to get out right after calling his lawyer.

Walking back into the room, Ethan locked the door behind him then sprawled out onto the bed while he looked at Olivia. You're staying here tonight. Nodding, he leaned up grabbed her hands then laid back down waiting a second so she could come to him. Taking her face into his hands, Ethan looked right into her eyes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over her cheeks. God, she's so beautiful. He thought before pulling her down gently, and locking his lips with hers. This time it wasn't for the revenge, it wasn't to make his mind get off of Cassie. How was that possible when all he was thinking about was Olivia?

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[OLIVIA JANE RYDER]

The pressure on her chest was almost too much to bare. She felt so horrible for Ethan as he talked about Cassie. It took all of her will not to drive to his loft and bash her fucking skull in, but she wouldn't do that. Ethan had made her a better person, she was different with him compared to everyone else. Honestly it scared her, but she needed to grow up and she knew it. He was helping her do that, he was helping her see there was good in life still. He made her feel something, and that was more than anyone had ever done for her since her father died.

Instead, she sat there and listened to him, nodding occasionally and looked into his eyes with a hint of doubt. She wasn't sure if he was being strong for her or if that was how he felt. With his attitude, she was sure it was how he felt. But then she remembered when she lost her dad, the strong confident girl she was for everyone else. His eyes were just as emotionless as hers had once been, and it broke her heart to see that. His eyes were definitely his best feature, they always shined with happiness- fake or not. There was no light in them this time. Letting out a sigh, she raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the door.

A rush of panic circulated her body as he began walking for the door. She wanted to get up and walk over to him and ask him what he was doing but she couldn't. She sat there frozen. Then once he told her he'd be back she relaxed a little, but was still worried when he told her to stay put. A nervous knot formed in her stomach as she nodded and waited for him to return, wondering what he was doing while she sat there in the huge empty hotel room.

When he walked back in, she smiled up at him and watched as he sprawled out on the bed. The poor guy looked exhausted. Leaning over towards him, she smiled wider as he told her she was staying with him tonight. This was wrong of them to do, but it felt so right. It was finally almost acceptable for them to be together like this. One obstacle was out of their way, if that's even what he wanted.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as soon as he grabbed her hands and laid back down, she followed him down and squeezed his hands gently, smiling as she looked into his eyes as she leaned her head into his hand. The gentle stroke of his thumb on her cheek was giving her the butterflies and she was slowly seeing the light come back into his eyes. Then their lips brushed against each others and she smiled a little against his lips as they kissed. Her conscience was currently yelling at her but she ignored it. She never could exactly think logically when he kissed her, it just felt too... Right.

Instead, she pulled herself up closer to him, placing a hand on his neck and a quiet moan escaped her lips as she bit gently on his bottom lip, a habit of hers that he seemed to like, then tugged it back. Kissing him was so much fun and it lead to much funner things. She smiled again while their lips were pressed together. Was it crazy that she was falling in love with her professor? Yeah, it definitely was. Then again, nothing in her life was exactly normal.

ooc. wow, she didn't say a word in this post haha. >.< oops.

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[ETHAN CAMPBELL]

SHE SAYING COME GET ME, COME GET ME
_{SO, I GOT UP AND FOLLOWED HER TO THE FLOOR,
THAT NIGHT SHE WAS SCREAMIN'}

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Every time Ethan gave himself to Olivia, it just got sweeter and sweeter. He figured it was because of her just being a goddess of sex. The truth was, every time they spent time together, he began to like her more and more. Like tonight, she had been there for him, and he'd noticed something very special going on between the two. The sting in his chest from the words she said in bed, and the kind loving things she said out of bed as well. It was a nice feeling to him, but there were some down parts to all of this. One being, this would all have to stay a secret. He hated this part, he wanted to be able to take her to the movies, dinner dates, all of the things couples should be able to do, but it was impossible for some odd couple like them.

Hovering over Olivia, he kissed her forehead before rolling over beside her and pulling her into a sweaty embrace. By now, he was use to the sweat and sure that she was as well. There wasn't much to say, so Ethan began running his fingers through Olivia's silk brown hair, his eyes drifting closed and his breathing becoming more shallow as he drifted into a deep sleep.

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