so addicted to you, challis

[lachlan]

i want to take my love and hate you till the end

pepper with challis / 753 words / white shirt & jeans / dafddaikfal <3

you would think finally being back home would have finally put lachlan at ease with himself. but, truth be told, moving back to myrtle beach had been anything but a joy ride. he thought it would have been a good idea, and who else wouldn't? he'd be closer to his family again, closer to whatever friends he had managed to make back in high school, and the area in general was the perfect place as far as the scenery went. a nice cold one on the beach seemed more than enough to relax him, or at least so it thought. for someone who had gained so much over the past several years that he had been away from home, it took the most simplistic things to help him unwind. of course, his definition of simplistic and someone else's definition of simplistic might vary from person to person, but that was besides the point. the point was, he had come back home to destress and forget about the business life he had left behind in new york city. but the exact opposite was happening, actually. he was being bombarded with old memories of high school - memories he didn't want necessarily coming back up out of hiding. he had suppressed them for a reason, and he had absolutely no intention to let them come back up again. but now, that was exactly what they had done. his sleeping pattern had become erratic, and he found himself avoiding contact with his relatives and old friends from high school. it wasn't that he was afraid of seeing them again, he was just, to be frank, embarrassed. he knew the type of guy he was back in high school. he was an undesirable, hence why he spent the better part of those four years fearing for his life whenever he walked down those not so great hallways. and that, folks, was the lame and pathetic train of thought lachlan had ever since he came back home. there was no way to sugarcoat it. he was embarrassed of who he was, and wanted to hide from it as long as he possibly could. how long that was exactly still remained a mystery, but lachlan would definitely milk it for all that it was worth, there was no doubt about it.


there was a growing pattern with lachlan's late night endeavors. he found, more often than not, that he had wound up at club boca. now, it wasn't an entirely terrible place to be. he had become well acquainted with the bartenders there. the atmosphere was calm and collected, which was just enough to have the same effect on lach's nerves. the minute he had walked into the bar, he had forgotten all that was troubling his mind. his hands stopped trembling, his heart slowed to a normal pace, and his chest didn't feel so tight. he even forgot that he hadn't been able to sleep the past couple of days, purely because of the anxiety he had been trying to swallow down over the weekend (which, by the way, hadn't worked one bit).

lachlan could already feel the calming sensation of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. the whiskey warmed him right up, despite the bitter aftertaste. the conversations he had with the bartender were scarce for the next hour before lachlan decided it might have been a good idea for him to start heading home - after all, he had some reports to get done that he knew no one else would be doing. even if he was away from work, he was still working. but then again, when you own your own business... are you ever really away from work? lachlan could probably guess that no, you weren't.

he was about to head out of the bar when the bells on the bar door rang twice, signalling someone opening and closing the door. he looked over his shoulder slightly, hardly moving his neck at all. his eyes widened a bit and he quickly looked down at his drink, clenching the muscles in his jaw - a stupid habit he had picked up a long time ago. hell, it was probably back in middle school that he had started doing stuff like that.

when the blonde female sat herself down at a nearby stool, he stole another glance at her while swallowing heard. it was her. the bitch that had basically ruined his high school career. but goddamn, did she look more beautiful than ever.

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[CHALLIS MARSHALL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL one of the best things about living in myrtle beach was the nightlife. there was never a shortage of things to do in the evening. back when she had been a teenager occasionally things had gotten a bit boring when none of her friends wanted to throw a party and their favourite locations were closed. once old enough to drink legally and go to bars, though, an entire new world opened up. myrtle beach wasn't one of those minimalist tiny towns that only had one bar or club in the entire area, either. there were many, so if one wasn't your scene for a certain night there was almost always another that they could go to. the white horse was usually her place to go when she went out with friends, but her girlfriends were going on a double date with their boyfriends and, well, challis didn't really feel like being the third wheel to two happy giggly couples at the movies. heading off to club boca by herself to see what happened seemed just as good an option. after all, when was drinking ever not enjoyable? (other than the morning after, with a pounding headache, of course). challis didn't go to bars and clubs looking for a guy to wake up the next morning with, but she certainly wouldn't say no to such a scenario. you might as well live while you were young, right? and there were a fair number of attractive men throughout myrtle beach. a one night stand never harmed anyone, as long as you were smart about it. challis knew her limits and knew when to stop drinking so that she didn't totally get to a point where she didn't care what happened, if he used protection or not, etc. after all, the last thing she needed, especially with her modelling career taking off, was a kid distorting her body. that was a quick way to make any promising modelling career fade into oblivion, unless you were already a supermodel, but challis was far from that. she didn't even have a boyfriend yet, though, and hadn't for quite some time. she had no plans of being a parent and she sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen by a one night stand. she leaned over the bathroom sink, looking into the mirror as she adjusted her makeup and checked her appearance, straightening the tight pink dress she wore in the mirror as she slowly rotated to check out her appearance. one of the benefits of being a model, she could occasionally keep the clothing she modelled and it gave her lots of choices in the wardrobe area. finally satisfied with her appearance she grabbed her purse and walked out the door of her apartment, locking it behind her as she called a cab and made her way to club boca for the evening. there was a decent amount of people in the club when she walked in, letting the door swing to a shut behind her. she cast a quick look around, surveying the amount of guys in the club before she found a stool and sat down, debating what drink to get first. as she did so, she couldn't help but notice the eyes of a guy nearby switching in her direction. he'd looked at her when she'd came in, too, hadn't she? she quickly directed her eyes elsewhere, but the image of him remained stuck in her brain for her to examine. not bad... not bad at all. actually, very attractive. but the way he had looked at her had been a bit odd... enough that she needed to question it, so after a moment she turned her head and angled her body towards him, one eyebrow raised, "do i know you?" tagged !

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[lachlan]

i want to take my love and hate you till the end

pepper with challis / 753 words / white shirt & jeans / dafddaikfal <3

lachlan swallowed hard, staring intently at the surface of the bar counter he was sitting at before even pretending to notice that she was speaking to him. it was in that instant that he felt his entire world slow down, so much so that it was long before he felt like it was at a complete standstill. and if he were being completely honest, he absolutely hated that feeling. being the productive type of man that he was, one could only imagine the horrors of not being able to do anything to lachlan. and that's how challis had always effected lachlan, from when he was younger to right now. she had pretty much messed up his entire high school career in five seconds flat, and now it wasn't even taking her all but one sentence to get his mind all screwy again.

finally, lachlan figured he had ignored her long enough, even though it couldn't have been but a few seconds - maybe a minute, at most. he had no real way of making sure, though; who the hell knew how much time went by when you got stuck in your own thoughts? he turned to face her much in the way that she was facing him while offering the small blonde a crooked grin. "i don't think so. just thought you looked familiar, that's all." he tightened his jaw for a moment, staring her down for a few seconds before turning around to look at the bartender, making sure that when he spoke next, it was loud enough for her to hear, "anything this lady buys tonight is on me, got it?" in which the bartender replied with a short nod before walking over to his other customers. he then turned back around on his stool so that he could carry on a conversation with challis.

"so what's your name, anyways?" he asked, playing completely innocent. there was no way he knew this girl. nope. he refused to believe that even for a second that this was really happening, and that he had just offered to buy anything she ordered for the night, and that he was still carrying on a conversation with her. or at least trying to carry on a conversation, anyways. there was no telling how easily that would go, because even if lachlan was starting to feel his body relax as much as it had been able to relax for the last five years. hell, since the last god knows however long if you were to take into account high school, which was a touchy subject that lachlan didn't fancy looking back on. it happened. he got bullied. and that was pretty much the end of it, and to the extent that he had ever talked about it to anyone he knew, even those considered close to him, who were few and far in between.

"you can call me lach." he offered, chuckling dryly. he was about to make a joke and be like 'or mr. rawson if you're business-like', but that was too personal. he couldn't even give her his full name as it was because he was afraid that there was some off chance that she would still remember him, and she'd remember everything that she had done to him and then it'd only be a repeating cycle after that. what would even be the point in visiting family and destressing in myrtle beach if he had the wicked witch of the west on his back?

okay, so, maybe wicked witch of the west wasn't something he should be referring to challis as. what she did wasn't right, yeah, but he still felt bad for thinking about giving her a taste of her own medicine, which just goes to show that actually getting revenge would be next to impossible for him.

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[CHALLIS MARSHALL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL though there was no official name for it, in challis' life there was definitely something that she liked to call 'the perks of the beautiful'. beauty sold. it was what her entire job was about. the prettiest clothes, the sexiest models, these were the things that sent the fashion industry turning. challis had received the perks of the pretty people since she was a child, one of those perfectly dolled up children with curled hair, pretty dresses, and a gleaming smile, groomed to perfection by her mother to prove that they were doing well, even though her bastard of a husband had left them, shunning his responsibility for the child that he had helped bring into the world when challis' mother was only nineteen. people had often commented that she looked like a doll, beautiful, delicate, perfect, and such comments were bound to get into a child's head, especially when they didn't end. genetics had been on her side, keeping that childish beauty but allowing it to develop as she aged, and with it had come all of the benefits. don't have a date for the dance? pick the cutest boy you can find without a girlfriend (a boy worth something, of course), bat your eyelashes at him, allude to the dance, and bang, you don't have to worry about attending alone. get a bad mark on that big exam worth 10 percent of your final grade in high school? find the teacher along after class, look sad, ask for a second chance, and just like that the poor mark is wiped from the record of your marks. want a free meal? target the cute boy, flirt, and it 'magically' appears on your plate. no one got angry with you if you were beautiful. no one questioned you, or were suspicious of your motives... it was like there was a universal idea that pretty people couldn't have any negative traits, and challis wasn't about to protest that. she liked the attention. it was one of the reasons that she liked going to clubs and bars, she pretty much always got hit on, her daily dose of needed attention even if by complete strangers... but the way that this guy looked at her was a bit odd. in the far corners of her brain there was a warning going off, but what it was warning about challis couldn't be quite sure. hell, the warning barely registered, only as a prickle at the back of her neck. easily ignored, but just enough to make her question him. it seemed to take him a long time to respond. challis almost thought that perhaps he hadn't heard her, but surely it wasn't that loud in the building. finally, though, he turned towards her, "i don't think so. just thought you looked familiar, that's all. anything this lady buys tonight is on me, got it?" challis wasn't exactly unused to being bought drinks, so she'd perfected her response to a t. a gracious smile passed over her lips, a small nod given to the man as she debated what to have in time for the bartender to return to her. "you don't have to do that, really, but it is very much appreciated." after all, it was less money out of her own wallet, wasn't it? "so what's your name, anyways?" "challis," her response came immediately. "challis marshall." she'd never been one of those girls who used false names to prevent any call backs or being tracked down after a one-night-stand, not that she intended on having one with this guy. her name was just another thing that set her apart from everyone else in its rarity. after all, how many 'chaliis's did the average person know? what had possessed her parents to name her such a thing was unknown to the blonde, but the name that had once caused her a bit of teasing in elementary school was now treasured, so she wouldn't complain. "you can call me lach." lach... the name was familiar, or perhaps only reminding her of a longer name from years ago, but it brought no face to mind so for all she knew it could have been a character on a tv show from her childhood. she nodded, another polite smile on her lips. "pleased to meet you." as the bartender came over she quickly ordered a drink, and returned her attention to the guy. "so, what brings you to the club all alone on a saturday night, lach?" tagged !

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[lachlan]

i want to take my love and hate you till the end

pepper with challis / 753 words / white shirt & jeans / lollll ilthem pep. we only have one thread for them & ilthem.

lachlan was pretty used to being the ugly duckling. in fact, some days he still caught himself thinking that he was the same kid he was back in high school. but then he'd look at himself in the mirror, or he'd see the billions of dollars that cushioned him on a daily basis, or he'd see the big businesses he owned and managed, and he realized, he wasn't lachlan rawson the brace face anymore. he wasn't the nerdy kid who everyone picked on in high school because he wasn't as pretty at them. now, he was lachlan rawson the rich guy who could buy just about everything under the sun if he wanted to. in fact, some business magazines would rank him up there with donald trump. of course, lach was young. he was fresh faced. he was attractive. and lach had learned over the past couple of years that sex sold, and he could now easily say that he knew it better than anyone. women really were something else, weren't they? although lachlan would love to imagine that he finally had them figured out, he knew he was far from it. all he knew was that they could be just as shallow as men were, only they were always worse. always. why? because the not so attractive guys always got scrutinized and compared to brad pitt or whoever. and that wasn't some crude opinion on lachlan's part. he could come up with that reasoning all on past experiences.

lachlan had learned that sex was the only answer, not matter how dull or attractive you may have been. that's the kind of obstacle men were put in front of, and that was the only way to get over that obstacle. or so, that was what lachlan thought, anyways. lord knows that boy's outlook on the world was distorted to hell. and the source of it all? honestly, the girl he had been crushing on since the ninth grade. challis marshall. and of course, she just had to pay a visit to the same bar he had decided to go that night; one of the first nights he had been back in myrtle beach since god knows how long ago.

"oh believe me, buying you drinks isn't going to hurt me any," he commented, a grin toying with his lips. it was true, wasn't it? typical ugly duckling story. no one would believe that the ultra rich and ultra attractive guy was the same guy you beat on in high school. he just hoped that challis didn't read business magazines, and he doubly hoped that she didn't believe in the ugly duckling as much as most people did. of course, worrying about that seemed stupid. challis never did exactly strike lachlan as the type to be completely interested in businesses and how they worked. she had her looks, and hell, that's probably what her job revolved around right about now, anyways. not like it would surprise lachlan, because it definitely didn't. did it irk him that she had become predictable and was still everything he hated in women, yet he was still getting the same butterflies he got back in high school? yeah. it definitely did.

"well, i should be sleeping..." he commented slowly when she asked why he was at a club all by himself. "i'm not entirely mister popular here, either." he added, shifting in his seat and taking a drink from his liquor. "so i guess that just makes me some kind of old bat or something," he chuckled dryly, shaking his head.

"and i could ask you the same thing, couldn't i?" he asked, his eyes quickly darting to the seats behind her to make sure she had come alone. if she hadn't, then whoever she went with sucked at accompanying her.

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[CHALLIS MARSHALL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL one of the 'disadvantages' of being pretty, though challis wasn't even sure if it could be called such a thing, was that you didn't have to learn how to treat others. 'normal' people learned to be nice to get what they wanted. they learned that, if they weren't nice, others would look down on them and not want to be around them, but pretty people had no such issue. though the saying was 'don't judge a book by its cover' society, as a rule, barely ever followed it. if you looked at the cover and didn't think the book looked worthwhile, who ever bothered to buy the book and read it just to figure out it was crap? if the outside was appealing, though, even if what was within was rotten, people would chuck money at it to have a part of it. when she didn't need to worry about her behavior to attract others, she, well, didn't. she acted how she wanted to act, and in many cases that acting was the acting of a bitch. in past years she had loosened up a little bit, coming into the real world had helped her realize that being the bitch wasn't a good way to succeed in the world, but in high school the power that came with being the queen bee was intoxicating. why smile and ask someone to 'please move over' when she could give them a glare and demand that they get out of her way, see their eyes widen in alarm and the little freshmen scurry out of the way as fast as their tiny feet could take them? why sit down at a table and be someone's friend when scathing gossip about them at the table next to them with her friends could earn her laughter and attention? there were more perks to being the bitch than there were the nice girl... at least, that was the way challis had seen it. if they dressed weirdly or acted strangely then they were practically asking to be taunted. they should know better. they were in the wrong. it was easy to blame others for your terrible personality. as said, in the past few years challis had lightened up a bit. once she left the glamour of high school, though many things still cam easy to her because of her looks, personality began to matter more. perhaps she didn't have too much remorse for her actions in high school, because to be honest she couldn't remember the names or faces of ninety-nine percent of the people she had tormented, but she at least recognized these days that that had been wrong... on most parts. not that it mattered, because she so rarely thought of the tedious days of high school now. the real world was far better. "oh believe me, buying you drinks isn't going to hurt me any," she raised an eyebrow at his grin, wondering if she was imagining the meaning behind his words. he could just be saying that a single drink wouldn't hurt him, but with the grin and the look in his eyes he seemed to be implying more. myrtle beach often seemed to be a magnet for the rich and influential... but he was young. how could be have so much wealth when he didn't look to be any older than her? family fortune, maybe...? whatever the reason, the idea of wealth definitely got challis' firm attention. "good looking and wealthy? what a life you must lead," she mused, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she rested her thoughtful gaze on him until her drink arrived, at which time she took a sip and then merely rocked the glass around in her hand. "well, i should be sleeping..." true, it was late, but challis was barely even aware these days that it was possible to sleep before three am on a weekend. every night for the young woman was spent out with friends or at a bar alone, living life to the fullest. why waste time sleeping when you could be enjoying yourself? myrtle beach wasn't a boring place, if you knew the right places to go. "i'm not entirely mister popular here, either. so i guess that just makes me some kind of old bat or something," "i find that hard to believe," she stated simply, on eyebrow raised. "maybe you just haven't been around long enough to meet the right people." after all, he wasn't familiar to her, and he seemed about her age, so the logical assumption was that he was new to town. that or he was a social recluse that rarely ventured out from his home. "and i could ask you the same thing, couldn't i?" she'd been expecting the rebounding question, but still took a pause and another sip of her drink before answering. "i didn't much feel like being the third, or fifth, wheel while my friends went on a date with their boyfriends. coming here, though alone, seemed to be the lesser of two evils." tagged !

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