hope it gives you hell` THEO

[GEMMA LOUISE MEESTER]

you'll never see what you've done to me
take back your memories, they're no good to me

----- gemma Meester had come a long way in the past four years. Now a college Senior she was no longer the immature, social status obsessed, cheerleading highschool student she once was. It was a brilliant change in her eyes though she’d never really fit the stereotype she’d built for herself in highschool anyway.
Things were supposed to get harder as you got older, or so she’d heard and yet she’d see no direct evidence of that yet. Her life wasn’t all that dramatic, apart from her family but she’d become accustomed to that after all of these years. Yes, she could still get moody and worried about her future but for the moment, she was completely content with everything.


----- school was going well. Gemma had never been stupid, not the brightest girl out there but she could use her head and pass her classes with enough ease. She thanked her father for that intellect and was always happy she didn’t store it at the back of her mind rather than using it. Being a dumb blonde was way to daunting for her anyway. Her social life was fine, though she hardly partied anymore but she still kept in close contact with the friends she deemed worthy. And Ofcourse, she had her half siblings to constantly worry about. Things finally seemed kind of complete.

----- the day had been an uneventful one and Gemma was happy about that. A day without tears or blood shed or god only knew what else was an achievement in this town and she glad to be apart of that. The blonde had woken up, got ready and managed to arrive at her lecture just on time. Ofcourse school was hardly stimulating as the teachers voice seemed to drone on in the background, so much so that at least half of the lecture theatre was asleep. It took all of Gemma’s strength to hold in a laugh. She somehow managed it though and the class passed without a hiccup. To make the day seem even more worthwhile she’d been handed back her last paper with a nice big red A on the top of it that bought a smile to her lips. Even she knew she’d deserved that one. The amount of sleepless nights she’s stayed up writing the thing and it had finally paid off. As her last year of college was drawing to a close, Gemma found herself taking more and more time out of her own life to do well. The last three years had merely been a matter of passing but now she wanted to do her best. Finally maturity had set in.

----- classes had finished about an hour ago and somewhere in that hour she’d found herself distracted enough to not have got directly to her destination. The library. Yep, a few years ago and she wouldn’t have been caught dead in the place. That was what the internet was for and she’d admit the library still kind of creeped her out but it was good to get work done. Finally reaching the library, she decided she wouldn’t go in right away. She’d use the opportunity to take in as much fresh air as she could. It always smelt damp and slightly dusty in there and she always left with a headache and some major case of hay fever. The peace seemed worth it however and she knew everything would hopefully pay off in the long run.

----- since she was a Freshman in Highschool, all Gemma had ever wanted to do was be a journalist. The girl could write and she had a way of getting information out of people. She’d never even thought of leaving Wells Beach however. She’d been there her entire life and the idea of leaving was pretty scary. But to make it big, it may have been what she had to do. The sad thing was, she’d never tried to think about leaving. Somewhere in her subconscious she knew she’d have to but until the moment arose she pretended she could spend her entire life in Wells Beach, Maine.

----- checking through her bag once more, she made sure she had the right equipment and pushed through the heavy double doors to the library, instantly feeling the hairs on her arms stand up. Stupid, creepy library. She walked as quickly as she could to an empty space and flung her bag down on the desk. Sliding her slim body into the chair in front of it, she was careful not to make too much noise or draw too much attention to herself. That would be far too simple a thing to ask for however and just as she went to grab a pen from her beg, the entire thing spilled everywhere. All over her desk, all over the library floor. God, Gemma didn’t even know she’d bought that much stuff with her. Her cheeks flushed red as she could feel all eyes on her, ”Oh for fu..” she stopped herself realising that only made more people stare at her. For a smart girl she could be a complete idiot sometimes. Pushing back her chair lightly, she avoided all eyes on her and began to gather up her things and stuff them back in her bag.

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[THEO JACOB STOKER]

Theo had a paper due. As usual, he’d left everything until the last minute. Sure he’d gone to start it, just one too many times, but he’d been distracted by IM or he’d been propositioned and went out instead. None of it had seemed important at the time, and before he knew it the deadline was approaching. He’d left almost seventy two hours to get everything completed. It was a big essay, and he had to spend all of the first three hours figuring out what the hell the question meant. Of course he’d missed the specific assignment brief because he’d been too hungover, and so he’d had to sit and read the briefing trying to make sense of everything. One thing was certain, his life had certainly got worse since he left school.

Theo had left school with good grades, and had had no idea what he wanted to do with life. After much persuasion and arguments from his parents, he finally agreed to study law. It seemed like a good option; at least he’d have a vocation waiting for him at the end of it, and not only that but his parents owned one of the biggest law firms in NYC so he also had a firm waiting. To him, it was the easy option, an easy way out. He was guaranteed a job and good money, and he would, at some stage be inheriting a successful law firm. But it wasn’t what he wanted to do. Theo had always had an avid interest in art; particularly graphic design, and he was good at it. His teachers had all wanted him to go down this route, but having had it mocked by his parents, making him believe he’d be a waste of time, he felt pressured into choosing law.

Theo had awoken early, and had a shower. Even managing to fit in a large breakfast and a cup of coffee; it wasn’t much like Theo to fill himself on a morning, but he knew today he had to finish, and he most likely wouldn’t stop for lunch. He had been invited to a party this evening, and he was desperate to finish the essay to attend. It was due tomorrow, but he knew if it wasn’t done today, he’d stay awake in the library all night if he had to. There were too many distractions at home, so; for the third day in a row; he’d made his way to the library, to be there for when it opened. He found the essay hard, but fascinating at the same time, and it was easy to over read and become distracted and over submerged in the case study. He couldn’t complain too much, law wasn’t as boring as he’d first thought, and he guessed he’d be alright at it, but it wasn’t something he was excited to do. Standing in a court room was just daunting.

His eyes skimmed over the long shelves of books. He was searching for a particular one which didn’t seem to be here. He sighed deeply, this sort of thing was frustrating. Deeply frustrating. He hated searching the old musty shelves for some dust covered book that was all smelly and usually in bad condition. All the good conditioned ones had obviously been taken out of the library by someone who had brains and had prepared and he’d been left with the reference only copies. He frowned as he began to look on a new shelf. What a pain! In New York he guessed they’d have people to do this sort of thing for you. He’d become accustomed to living in such a small town, but he knew when the time was right he’d have to leave. Unless someone stole his heart and they didn’t want to. Now that would foil his parents plans. But Theo doubted that would happen. He had bad luck with girls.

Finally Theo grabbed the thick old book, dusting it slightly as he began flicking through the chapters as he walked, he needed to find the right page. He had no time to dilly dally, he’d spend too much wasted time searching. He turned the corner, and heard a cracking noise, and felt something shapely under his foot. He paused looking down, noting he’d stepped on a pen, and crushed the plastic cover. Opps. But his eyes didn’t stop there. He noted someone had spilt things everywhere. Naturally he bent down and began to gather the few odd bits and pieces that were in his way, not stopping to look at who they belonged to until it was too late. He should have just continued walking, or totally avoided her, but he couldn’t. He felt compelled. Gemma was one of the first girls he’d seriously dated, and he’d loved her more than she ever knew. But he’d lied about his age, and she’d found out. A stupid thing to do really, but he’d wanted her too much and he knew no one would want to be with someone two years their junior. He knelt closer to her, offering her the papers before he spoke. ”Hey…” He paused not really sure what to say or do. He scratched his head nervously, the way he always had done, and he laughed slightly. ”I urr… you dropped these.” He advised her obviously. She was still so beautiful, yet she looked so different. ”How you doing?” He asked curiously hoping she wouldn’t blantently ignore him.

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