+ these are my confessions [ry-ry]

[VICTORIA WATSON]

This had been going on for days now, and she couldn't understand why. Sitting on the chat, she bit on the inside of her lip as she impatiently waited for Ryan's responses. What had she done wrong? Everything was fine after their couple of nights together and then bam, she starts flirting with Jimmy and he just turns off like a light switch. Rolling her eyes, she let out a sigh when he said she could come over. Finally, lets just get this over with, she thought to herself as she pushed her body up and stood on her feet. Grabbing her purse and stuffing her laptop in it, she snuck down from the attic hopefully unseen by her boss and out the back door. Quickly sprinting down the block to where she had parked her car.

Letting out a sigh as she got inside her car, she rested back against the chair. This has to stop Vikki, and soon. You can't do this forever, she told herself and let out a sigh. She didn't have time for a pity party right now as she put her car in reverse, pulling her car away from the curb and heading toward the school.

The school seemed more dull than normal, but it was likely just her sour mood she was in. Her heart was racing and he actually felt.. Nervous. But why? Ryan was just another guy she had slept with. False, her conscience reminded her as she groaned before getting out of her car. He was more than just some guy she'd slept with. He was a.. friend.. And she didn't have many of those in Vegas. She wouldn't open herself up enough to allow him but for some reason she felt comfortable with him. Almost too comfortable.

Now would've been a perfect time to back out of this friendship before something slipped through. She didn't really know if she could trust him just yet with anything, and yet she wanted to. Normally she would take this chance to just back off and forget. But she didn't want to go back to feeling so.. alone. It was nice to have a friend to fall back on to just hang out with and sure, probably have sex. But that's where it ended, and that's just what she needed right now. A distraction from her messed up life.

She had gotten so lost in her thoughts she didn't even realize she'd been standing at his door for a few minutes. Taking in a deep breath, she just simply knocked on his door without a word.

ooc. not my best, but oh well. i have to go get ready.
outfit: here

[RYAN MITCHELL]

“I hate this fucking little ass dorm.” He said as he looked around it and sat on the chat. Really he wasn’t in a rush to look good for Vicki. Nowadays, he didn’t give a flying fuck what she would think about anything. From what he had seen that day on the chat, between her and Jimmy was freaking disgusting to him. She had a boyfriend, yet she sleeps around with Tom, Dick, and Harry to what? To have a chance at some amazing ride? It was sick, she acted so damn innocent, when she was just as fake as everyone else.

Actually, there was nothing really Vicki could say except “I’m really a whore, Ryan.” and even then he would not give a crap. Why the hell was she coming anyways? This would be useless. Waste of gas and breath. Stupid girl. As a knock on the door was heard, Ryan rolled his eyes, moved his laptop from his lap and got up to answer the door.

Opening the door, he moved out the way and then shut it behind him. His eyebrows raised and he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Vicki, go ahead and say the only thing you can say right now before you start yelling at me and asking why I’m a asshole.”

[VICTORIA WATSON]

Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked up at Ryan's cold expression and it hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt her heart sink in and let out a sigh. The negative energy radiating off of him could've knocked her on her feet if she hadn't stayed grounded. When he went on his tyrant, she stayed calm and shook her head as she walked further into the dorm, sitting down on the arm rest of the couch. Oh the irony, she thought to herself as she looked back up at him. Shrugging, she just replied, "I don't know what's wrong, therefore I don't know what I'm supposed to be saying."

She didn't know whether he was jealous, or disgusted, or what. But she was even disgusted with herself, frowning some, she let out a sigh and looked up at him with desperation in her eyes. The depression was starting to shine through, and she wasn't having an anxiety attack yet or shutting off. Even when he hated her, she felt comfortable with him. It wasn't fair, why did the one person she actually felt okay with have to turn on her? It was breaking her heart more and more as she sat there, waiting for him to either completely shut her out and call her a dumb bitch or to go on an even longer tyrant, telling her just how big of a heartless bitch she really was.

And she was, but she didn't know how to stop. How to survive.. Without doing this.