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[MALLORY TORRES]

Emily's words where just drowned in the fury that consumed Mallory. This little bitch had caused Mallory enough stress that she might actually get a zit. EWWW! Mallory could NOT ever, get a zit. She had to keep her skin flawless and her attitude, well....Bitchy!

Then there was her lust, rage, and frustration filled kiss.
Where had that come from? Mallory never threw herself on a guy, especially at school. She felt a pang of regret, but it was washed away quickly.

Mallory felt Adam's hands grab her waist. Here it came, the shove off, then brain trauma from impact on the auditorium floor. But he only lifted her, so that the 'kiss' was broken.

“I’m going to ask you nicely first, Mallory. Don’t do that again. Second, this Auditorium after Drama Club, is open to anyone who wants to come in. The predominate users of the stage are stage-related activities. Magazine reading isn’t one of those, so if you start to cause drama with anyone else, you will be asked to move."

Mallory felt the slaps to the face as the words came from his mouth, that was still inches from hers. She wanted to hurt him, yet she couldn't find the willpower to say anything. His voice just demanded her to shut-the-hell-up-and-listen, which NO one had made Mallory feel. Oh and how she hated this feeling.

Mallory felt his hands move to her waist and his muscles tense. She held her breath, but he only set her lightly on the ground. She sighed deeply and the rage started to fizzle, but she still wanted to scream, scratch, and hurt Adam and Emily. But before she could lunge he spoke again.

“Now. If you play nicely, you can stay.”

Mallory's eyes went to slits as she gave Emily the glare of death. She was eager as hell to see this girl outside of school where nobody would come to her rescue. Mallory hadn't noticed how erect Adam stood, like he had a board keeping his spine straight and shoulders up. But when she did she had the strangest urge to touch him. Weird.

“I’m sorry about that. If you need anything, stage left, through the double door there’s a mini-fridge with water, Gatorade, and a few fruits. I stock it before I practice, you can help yourself.”

Mallory stopped her hand before it made contact with his back. She was mortified that he was being so nice to this girl, who barged in on their.. moment. Mallory tightened her hand into a fist and imagined it slamming into his back. She saw her twitched as her fist caused enough damage to put him in a wheelchair for a few weeks. As she imagined this, her temper started to rise again.

“Are you going to cool down?”

Mallory's eyes, now locked his his gave every hint that she was NOT in any way 'cooling down,' but Mallory did not want to lose the small bit of friendship between her and Adam. Nodding she said, " Yeah. Sorry about that. I took my anger and frustration out on the wrong two people. I just..." Her voiced trailed off as she sniffed back some tears, fake tears. "Just sorry." Mallory bit her lip as she found the words to say to Emily. "And Emily," she projected her voice slightly, "I am sorry I snapped. I don't believe you are stalking me. Forgive me.....please." Mallory turned her head away from Adam because the last statement literally pained her. She wanted so badly to cause them pain, but she wanted Adam to...well not hate her. She had enough people hate her already.

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While him scolding her gave Emily the slightest bit of pleasure, her believing that the spoiled debutantes of society needed to be kicked down a few times if only for the sake of humility, she was mostly uncomfortable. This was worse than them kissing! And Mallory was crying. Emily lamented a little, with an almost sea sicked looking face, that she should have just endured the taunts in the library.

Emily's torso lifted as Mallory apologized, and Emily shifted with discomfort on the attention. "Uhh, yeah, it's, um, fine. Sure." With an awkward shift Emily looked at her slippers, her eyes demure but inwardly not contrite. "I'm, uh, sorry too. I guess."

[/color]All she wanted to do was dance dammit! And so she tried to work past the nauseous feeling, and continued her stretching, standing up and touching her toes. Being the flexible sort, she could bend down and rest her palms on the floor quite comfortably. Then she stretched her arms, and twisted her torso to stretch her back. She felt ready.

Imagining music in her brain, she poised herself to perform an Échappé, her arms raised up and bowed at her sides. She breathed out a "One. Two. Three." Her feet moved quickly, with a well trained deftness to it. And finally, her mind relaxed, and a very small smile crept onto her pale face. Her eyes trailed over to the pair in the room, and she wondered if, Adam?, was critiquing her. It was common for Ballerina's and Danseur's (male ballerina's) to watch each other, and she was suddenly aware that her wrist work was sloppy. Her smile faded, and Emily halted her movements momentarily, looking at her wrist.

Stiff, but looking like they were floating; not flopping around like a dog tongue! She inwardly scolded, before redoing it with a petulant persistence. [/SIZE]



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Adam gave a mental, ‘Well!’. Mallory hadn’t gone slapping at him, or screaming. That was something completely unexpected. With the way she had come at him within seconds of meeting, or the way she went at Emily, he hadn’t expected that she would be so…mellow. Until she started to cry. She apologized, but she was crying.

Not good. Should he pat her back? They didn’t know each other well enough for a hug. Offering a cupcake might get it splattered in his face. Carefully, he took Mallory’s elbow and guided her to the front row of seats, and pushed on the folded-up seat to lower it down, and guide her into the seat.

He crouched down in front of her, his hands on the arm rests of the chair on either side of her. “When you get angry, try and find a better outlet for it. No one likes being yelled at, and I don’t think you’d enjoy being yelled at either, alright?” He asked, and stood up, and turned on his heel, and pulled his water bottle, tray of cupcakes, and a messenger bag off of the stage. He rested the bottle of water in Mallory’s lap, then opened up his bag, and shuffled through, pulling out a small, clean face towel. Normally, he’d use it to wipe sweat off, but it was clean and untouched. And getting the tears off Mallory’s face before she smeared her makeup and complained, seemed like a better idea.

Her offered her the towel, “Do you want something to eat? I can get you an apple or something from the fridge.” He offered quietly, putting his hands on his hips, completely unsure of how to respond to Mallory’s sudden tears. He glanced back at the stage, unable to resist.

Seeing Emily’s smile, he smiled as well. That was always good. There was a smile, ballet dancers got, one to mask the pain, and one, because they simply enjoyed what they were doing. His green eyes caught Emily’s when she glanced over, and his breath held for a minute. Was she judging him for trying to comfort Mallory? Suddenly he was very embarrassed of himself. Looking as though he were about to dance.

‘Don’t hesitate.’ He thought momentarily, when Emily halted, then letting out another breath when she went back at it. He took a seat next to Mallory, suddenly feeling terribly incompetent. The way he watched Emily was no longer one of awe, it was of concentration. His eyes focused in on her feet, then at her wrists again, where she seemed to had focused. Then he quickly stopped, and glanced at Mallory, “Do you need some fresh air?”

[MALLORY TORRES]

"Uhh, yeah, it's, um, fine. Sure. I'm, uh, sorry too. I guess."

Mallory bit her lip as Emily definitely blew off her apology. WHAT the FUCK! Mallory had just apologized and Emily acts all..rude. Mallory felt her blood go hot. "So friends?" Mallory's voice projected. ^WHAT THE FUCK..DOROTHY!?^ Mallory assaulted Dorothy. ^WHAT? YOU SAID IT!^ Dorothy yelled back, being stirred in her silent hours. What? Those words were Mallory's? But she had just imagined causing harm to this girl. That is NOT what friendship was built on. Or was it? Mallory never really had a friend before.

“When you get angry, try and find a better outlet for it. No one likes being yelled at, and I don’t think you’d enjoy being yelled at either, alright?”

Mallory turned her attention back to Adam. "A better outlet? Yelling is my outlet. Making people feel like shit is my way of releasing my anger. Just like Dancing helps YOU and her release your emotions." Mallory's voice was shaky, which was weird because Mallory always had a calm and collected voice. Then Mallory realized that her eyes were foggy, but she hadn't really been crying. Or had she? Mallory hadn't cried in years, but she did feel different. Was this tears of sadness or tears of agony from being so polite to these people, whom DID NOT deserve it.

Mallory snatched the towel and dabbed her eyes. "Sorry. Thanks for.. the towel." She attempted a coy smile, but she felt is fall flat.

“Do you want something to eat? I can get you an apple or something from the fridge.”

Mallory raised a brow at his statement. Was he calling her Anorexic? Did she LOOK hungry? Mallory held back the roar of profanities by shaking her head to answer him. Mallory notice him turn his attention back to Emily. This time she felt a pang of a foreign feeling.... envy? HOLY SHIT! Yes, Mallory Marie Torres was experiencing envy. An emotion so foreign to her that it made her stomach crawl. She could feel her skin go pale and her temper drop to clammy status. Was she about to vomit? OH GOD! Mallory sucked in a sharp breath.

She hated this. She hated them. They were causing her life misery. They were doing this on purpose. They set Mallory up.

Mallory felt the rush of air as he sat next to her. She couldn't take it. She needed to get away. She needed air. She needed someone to ENVY her. Standing Mallory gathered her things, before walking to the Auditorium exit. She hadn't notice Adam ask her if she needed fresh air, but that sounded great. She found her next objective. She needed to get out of this stuffy atmosphere of the Auditorium.

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listening to:Run Devil Run by Ke$ha
mood:Mallory=Bitchy/ Theo=Sleepy
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"Uh, sure. Friends... Emily nodded curtly, her discomfort subsiding as she danced. For the most part Emily was tuning them out, though she did give quick little glances over, to make sure Mallory was okay. Deep down Emily had those icky human feelings of concern for her fellow man; but she'd be damned if other people knew it. When she thought, mind you she could be a paranoid little Emily, Adam had looked back at her and caught her moment of concern, she looked forward determinedly deciding it was not her business.

She had a reputation to uphold, after all.

But then Mallory seemed to get some pep in her step, and Emily watched the Diva Princess flee the auditorium in sudden despair. Emily stopped, giving the back side of Mallory a puzzled look. Her eyes trailed over to Adam, her eyebrow inquisitive; thus defying her usual off handish nature. But her stomach twisted and a sudden wave of what seemed to be sea sickness rushed over Emily. It seemed to happen, like a mean little monster who refused for her to talk to people or become involved in her life. Like a little reminder that she was out for herself, and others were a minor distraction that she must deal with.

Besides, he was sure to follow after Mallory. In Emily's brain he was probably one of Mallory's followers, a boy friend, or more a boy toy. He would follow her and coddle her or something. Girl's like Mallory always had followers, who were charmed by her beauty and grace. Emily was too plain to get much notice.



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Friends. That easily? Something didn’t sit right. And he just watched as Mallory stormed out. So she didn’t yell at other because she didn’t know how to release. It WAS her release. Making other people feel terrible, was how she made herself feel better. Something in his stomach suddenly felt ill. She ignored his request to eat something, and stormed out.

He was concerned for her, but he decided that perhaps he wouldn’t try so hard to make friends. At least not with her. People that lived to hurt others, went against everything he believed in. He sighed, and sunk back into his seat, folding his hands over his stomach, watching her trail out. Adam took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Emily.

He caught the look, the questioning look given off by her brows. He shrugged his shoulders in response. His mouth had gone dry, he was in the auditorium alone. Part of him wanted to know if Mallory was alright, if she was crying, or had simply left. He didn’t like being the cause of someone’s unhappiness. But even more so, he wanted to know this girl’s name.

Adam lowered his eyes to her feet, not wanting to interrupt her. “What’s your name?” He asked quietly, to not startle her, before glancing back up to her face. IT was either her face, or her feet he watched. And when he did take in the sight of her body, it wasn’t a leer, or a lascivious look. It was as though he was seeing the art in her form.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory Marie Torres. WAS. CRYING.

Not sobbing, sniffling, and/or tissue overload, but tears where streaming down her face. The were warm and salty, and Mallory hated it. Every time she would wipe her face dry, her eyes would repaint her face with the hot tears.

Mallory had made it outside to the clean, fresh air. She had lost all her frustration and rage. She had decided to forget about them. But She couldn't lose that haunting emotion, that NO ONE at BAUM had made her feel until today.

Envy.

Why had she felt envy for the fru-fru of an awkward couple? Why did she let him walk all over her like that? Why had she wanted to be the skinny bitchy whore's friend? Mallory leaned against the brick wall, closed her eyes, and let the cool air dry her face. ^You know. It is normal to feel emotions.^ Dorothy stated. ^So shut it! The only feel you experience is fear. You were/are scared of everything. You ACCIDENTLY killed the witches. So get off your high horse.^ Mallory snapped back. ^You know Mallory. There is no getting through to you. You are just a. . . .Bitch.^ Dorothy's presence faded as she spoke. Mallory's eyes were wide. Dorothy hadn't ever called her a name. "Dammit!" Mallory screamed at the large rain clouds.

In a fit of annoyance, Mallory decided she wasn't going to let them hate her. But she wasn't going to enjoy what she was about to do next. Mallory threw open the Auditorium doors, opened her mouth, but her eyes went to slits when she saw him oogling that dancer bitch girl. "Fuck it!" Mallory said as she turned heel and left the school.

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But he didn't follow Mallory out the doors. He asked for her name and just watched her. Oddly, she didn't find it creepy, maybe a little intrusive (mostly because she was so use to being by herself) but fairly un-creepy. Her movements were fluid-like as she tried to think of how best to answer his question. She could just answer truthfully, but why did he want to know. Again, a wave of paranoia rushed through her. Lowering her arms and flattening her feet she looked at him with her head slightly cocked. "Emily."

As she stared at him, her eyes round and curios, the doors swung open and her attention was instantly grabbed to the pretty (albeit angry/weepy looking) Mallory shooting evil death glares of death right at Emily before shouting an obscenity and storming away. Blinking three times, a sudden pang of unexpected guilt rushed through her. Had she interrupted a moment between the two of them? Had Emily accidentally stolen the attention? What a ridiculous notion, someone like Emily stealing attention from someone like Mallory.

"Um.... I didn't mean to... interrupt or... whatever." Se shifted on the balls of her feet, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Should she go after Mallory? Comfort her and paint nails and talk about feelings? Thats what a normal girl would do, right? "I just... need a place to practice..."



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“Emily.” He repeated with a calm smile, “I’m Adam. Nice to meet you, I’m sorry if I seem strange, I just…don’t know any of the dancers at the school yet.” He explained, his hands going up in a sort of surrender motion.

He looked towards the doors, a little more calmly when he saw Mallory walk back in. He straightened up, about to call out to her, before she yelled something rather obscene, and stormed out once more. He sank back into his chair, and rubbed his face.

“You didn’t interrupt anything. And you should be able to practice in the auditorium. I don’t know what’s with that girl. She seemed nice, but I only met her maybe an hour or so before you came in. She’s acting like we’ve been together for years or something, I just…” He trailed off and sighed again.

He rose to his feet one more time, stretching his arms over her head, elongating his tall frame, before leaning forward to stretch out his back. He was suddenly a little more embarrassed to do full stretches around Emily, or to actually dance. He loved dance, he did not like being scrutinized. He could dance for those who didn’t know what’s what in ballet, and be comfortable. But someone who could see every flaw, every error, was much more nerve wracking.

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Adam. It was a nice, strong name. And, now that she was actually listening to him, she noted his strange accent. It reminded her of sweet coffee; thick and warm. She wondered if it sounded like she had an accent, though she didn't think she had one. Of course, he might be under the impression that he had no accent and that she had the thick yankee accent. As she pondered on accents, he lamented on Mallory's weirdness.

Emily shifted, thinking of what could have created such a reaction. "Well... maybe she liked you. Or something."

[/color] She shrugged, staring at the ground a little embarrassed at becoming involved. Her voice was as quiet as his, and she bounced a little, moving from pointe to flat footed, too and fro.

Being a modest creature by nature and nurture (her Grandmother being VERY strict when it came to boys), when he began to stretch she averted her eyes, blushing slightly. Danseur's always had nice tone, they were usually long and strong because that was the ideal frame for what they did. They were the lifters and the frames, usually, to the ballerina or ballerinas on stage. Adam was obviously know exception, she thought despite herself. Pinked faced, she tried to focus on her dancing, performing an attitude en pointe until her mind cleared.[/SIZE]



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