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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 10, 2009 0:41:10 GMT
It was late, a little past midnight when Jack returned to the dorm room. He wasn't drunk like he usually would be when he returned past midnight, instead he'd just been wandering around, his mind going in a strange direction. Today had been a very strange day and he really wasn't too sure what he was going to do from now on with his life, which path he was going to walk. His life seemed to be something out of a movie, originally horror, originally a slasher and then quickly turning into a thriller come drama and as the story went on he was begining to lose confidence in the happy ending. Today he'd found out that not only had his mom had an affair with his coach and that his dad was the reason that he'd been benched for the past year by blackmailing the coach and that all in all the coach was his real father. It had been a day full of revelations and Jack wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. He crossed his arms over his chest as he slowly sat down on the couch in the living area. He was pretty sure that eveyone was probably in bed so he wouldn't be disturbing anyone, it wasn't as if he was having sex tonight that was for sure. Jack sighed as he pulled at his top, tossing it lazily on the floor as he slunk backwards, his jeans hanging loosly on his legs as his brown eyes glared darkly ahead. There was a comforting draft in the air, yet it didn't seem to really fulfill his mood any. Jack pulled out his phone, flicking through the numbers until it paused on the word Coachie, how could coachie be his father?!
He sighed, and allowed his fingers to press down, down and down, skimming through his contacts. Who could he ring? He wanted and needed company right now, whether it was someone to talk to or someone to sleep with but somehow ringing Larrissa seemed too deep. She was his girlfriend and one of the only people who he really had but what was he to do? He had too much stuff going on in his life to deal with a deep conversation that would involve emotions. He'd had too many emotions going on today, he just wanted to mess about and forget about everything, only for the time being.
His phone paused on Tyra's number, and within a minute he had sent her a text message. Hey babe, know it's late but I need some company. Come to my dorm. Jack x
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 10, 2009 1:30:25 GMT
 The taxi driver gave her a strange look as she stepped out of the cab. “You’re going to have to pay for the ride girly,” he said in a gruff and upset voice. Ty turned around and flashed him a smile that took up most of her face, a smile that was not expected. “He’s paying for it,” she said simply, as the drunken guy got out of the cab after her. He must have been at least five years older than her, and either he had no idea how old she was, or he was an incredible creeper who had nothing better to do than go to a club that was known to fill with underage drinkers. Either way he served his purpose nicely as he pulled the wad of cash from his pocket. The club was too far from the dorms to walk, and either she would have had to sleep at her mother’s house or take a bus, and she didn’t like either option all the much. Like many other nights she took advantage of the guys who got it in their heads that they could take her home and get something out of it. Sometimes she would leave them in the cars, other times she would ditch them at the front desk of the dorms. Guys always seemed to get the wrong impression of her, thinking that she was easy and would get into bed with anyone, but Ty was not like that at all. Ty had standards, and not every guy met those standards. Her innate desire to feel needed was not so easily filled by a guy ‘needing’ her for one night, she wanted a guy who would think of her two days later and wonder where she was.
So partying in the club with a bunch of friends, and being approached by the giant gorilla fell quite suitably into her plan. Her friends rolled her eyes at her, as she took another shot before leaving the dorm with him. Unbeknownst to them she had no intention of getting off at the same stop as him, and made it clear from the start, telling him that she was heading to her boyfriend’s dorm. The idea did not seem to be too clear to him though as he got out of the cab after her. “Sorry Dougie, it’s not my dorm, it’s my boyfriend’s,” she lied, since this was in fact her dormitory, and she did not have a boyfriend, and never really had one before. “Don’t worry I can get rid of him, we can just borrow his bed,” the large guy named Doug said, in a slimy and dirty way. He pressed himself closer to her, but Ty quickly backed away. As she did so her phone vibrated in her pocket, and turning her back on the large man she checked the message from Jack, a smile creeping on her lips. “He just texted me bud, so sorry but he’ll get worried if I don’t hurry,” she spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone, but Doug, however drunk he was, was not that much of a fool. “I don’t believe you,” he said gruffly. Ty rolled her eyes, and started making her way toward the dormitory and Doug followed her all the way there. Getting to Jack’s door she knocked, and smiled back at Doug. Doug was much larger than Jack, but Jack probably exercised ten times more than this gorilla did. As soon as Jack opened the door Ty leaned in and gave him a big kiss. “Missed you baby,” she said as a greeting before turning back to Doug, “I’m not a liar hun, sorry,” and before the large guy could answer she pushed Jack into the room and closed the door behind her.
“Fuck I'm a good liar,” she said leaning against the back of his door, “You truly are a life safer JB.” She ran a hand through his hair as he said his name and then studied his face a little more closely. “What the hell happened to you today?” she asked bluntly.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 10, 2009 20:47:59 GMT
Jack heard a knocking on his door. Tyra was probably here, but it annoyed him a bit that she was knocking, it would wake up his other roommates and then they’d go crazy with him and he was hoping that he could prove them wrong about him being a bad roommate, along with the fact that today he couldn’t be bothered to argue with anyone. He kind of just wanted his brother back and then everything would be okay. Jack hurried over to the front door, unlocking it and then quickly pulling it open before she got another chance to knock. He raised an eyebrow at the guy who was in front of him, he was a big guy, but what was he here for? Jack frowned curiously as she kissed him, Larrissa wouldn’t be happy to see that so openly but there was no point in lying, that was what she was here for. ”We have company?” he asked in a muffled tone but before he could ask another question or breathe another breath he was pushed into the room. ”Excuse me?” Jack questioned once he was inside. ”I mean seriously, who the fuck is that guy out there? I thought we were going to be having a threesome,” he teased as he wrapped his arms around her petite form, holding her tightly in his grasp.
”You’re a good liar, huh?!” he asked, although he was still very confused as to what was going on. Who was that crazy man who had been stood at his front door? Jack just shook his head, it was probably Theo’s old boyfriend using Tyra as a way to get near him. ”I guess I am. Don’t call me JB though, reminds me of the Jonas Brothers and I’d seriously take a stab at them if I could,” he mused lightly. He and Theo often joked about Joe Bro when they got on, but that was all they did, joke, joke or insult. It was insulting to have the same initials as their band name but Jack could live with it.
He sat down as she ran her hands through his hair, he loved it when girls did that to him, he loved it when they pulled at his hair as well but that was for a later time. He blinked at her blunt question. There had been tears but Jack hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror to see if anyone could notice their shadowy remains. He licked at his lips a little awkwardly, ”I found out my coach is my dad, pretty funny huh,” Jack sighed as he looked up at Tyra, ”It’s fine though, I’m over it.” He leaned towards her, his lips finding hers as he kissed at her passionately. It was strange how easy he found it was to forget Larrissa whilst he was with another girl.
ooc;; sorry it's terriiiibbbllle
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 12, 2009 0:24:06 GMT
Tyra simply rolled her eyes at the comment that left Jack’s mouth. She was in no mood to explain herself to him, and just wanted the earlier part of her night to be ignored. While she truly liked Jack she could see the difference between the attention he gave her when it was just the two of them alone and when there were others around. Of course nothing sexual could be said or implied between them in public as he did have a girlfriend, but even a friendship was strained. In the end it impacted Jack very little since he was a preppy jock, but he could not have been aware of the strings it pulled within Ty, who knew that publically no one wanted to be connected to her. After all, she was that no good Davies kid. “I just shut the door in his face, it’s pretty obvious he’s not company,” she pointed out to him blandly. She let out a soft sigh when he pursued the presence of the guy outside the door. “Someone who needed a little more convincing that I wasn’t interested,” she said with a shrug. While some people might have called her a whore behind her back, it was not true. Unbeknownst to most, including the people she slept with, she had emotional attachments to all of them, not that it was something she would ever admit to them, or even herself.
“I’m not allowed to call you JB, I’m not allowed to call you Jackie,” she said with a pout on her lips as she looked up at him. Ty was incredibly small especially in direct comparison to Jack’s built form. “You just take away all my fun,” she protested, “Are you going to spend the rest of the night telling me what I’m allowed to do as well?” she teased as she followed him over to the couch. Truthfully, Ty did not care what she called Jack, but it was entertaining to tease and annoy him in little ways. She had no clue about the Jonas Brothers, had never heard one of their songs, and only knew about them because she had walked past a few stores that had their faces plastered all over the windows. Three pubescent boys promising not have sex until marriage was a joke to Ty.
There was no evidence on Jack’s face other than his face itself. The fact that he had called her over the way he had was a different clue. What she told him though, he had not expected. “MacDonald?” she asked slightly wide eyed. While it was no secret that Ty had a few partners in the sac, most people did not bother questioning who else she slept with. The fact that she slept with both Theo and Jack and neither of them knew was miraculous enough, but she had been sleeping with the coach of the football team for some time as well. While she knew that the bliss of having Theo and Jack would be short lived, that they would undoubtedly find out eventually, they lived together for god’s sake, and that there was a high possibility of them getting angry at her, she could not imagine the emotion of either Jack or Mitchell when they found out that they were sleeping with the same girl. “Well that was quick,” she said with a short laugh. Ty was not stupid, there was no way that someone could get over a fact like their dad isn’t their real dad, and their real dad is a guy who’s had you on the bench for months so quickly, but she kept her mouth shut. She could see that Jack had no interest in discussing it with her, and she could only presume that it was why he had chosen to text her in the first place. Initially she had hesitated in the kiss, thinking about how she was macking on both father and son, but once getting over the shock her lips locked with his, with high hopes that Theo was either fast asleep or elsewhere and not interested in coming home any time soon.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 12, 2009 2:06:49 GMT
Jack sighed, he wished he could have been company and then they could have got in a rumble and he could have had some of the fun that he needed. Well he could have had that and then had sex, and then he’d be fine and cured. Or not but it would be joyful. He walked back towards the door and glanced through the peep hole to see if he was still there. He wasn’t. Jack groaned disappointedly, it would have been so much fun had he been there. ”I like big fat men for company,” Jack joked quietly but suddenly he felt somewhat concerned. The guy looked older than Tyra so why was he following her back to school? There seemed to be something wrong with that idea, ”How come he came after you? You should be more careful, babe, he could’ve really hurt you.” Jack sighed. The guy was a pervert, probably a future version of himself, refusing to go to the gym, eating and drinking too much and hitting on school girls. Those would be the days, he rolled his eyes at his lame fantasies. No way would he ever get a beer belly. Jack returned to Tyra’s side as he stroked a hand through her hair. He didn’t really think of her much, before Lockdown he’d refused to even speak to her, or acknowledge her. She used to be a girl he and Larrissa would tease when she passed because she was such a screw up. But upon her joining Lockdown Jack had grown warm towards her, he liked the fact that she brought drink to the gigs and she knew how to have a good time. In fact she was pretty much a bad influence on him, he always blamed her for getting too drunk, for sleeping with her, for everything really, it was always Tyras fault. Never his own.
Jack shook his head in strong protest. ”I hate Jackie, and fucking Jacko. Someone called me that the other day,” he snarled bitterly. Everyone who called him one of those horrible nicknames had to be hunted down and shot. The only names Jack really coped with was Jack and Banner, occasionally he would try and go by his middle name Alec but it didn’t really pick up much. ”You can give me a blow job?” he offered her. There was nothing like a blow job after a stressful day and if truth be told he hadn’t had one in quite some time. He’d heard a rumour that Marilyn Manson had gotten surgery to remove his ribs so that he could give himself one. That was one really cool idea, at least Jack thought so. Surgery wasn’t such a strange idea to him, he hadn’t had anything done, he didn’t really want anything done but his dad was no stranger to it. Joseph Banner was plastic, everyone could see he was plastic. When Jack was younger he was a pretty boy and growing up through the years with his dad he was sure he’d seen about ten different versions of his nose. Jack used to take the piss out of him for it before he became aggressive but it was no lie that Mr Joseph Banner was a fan of going under the knife.
He nodded slightly, he hated this conversation but he was more scared of it too. Things were just weird right now and Mitch really wanted to be his real dad. How could he be? Jack was confused. ”The one and only,” he admitted with a slight frown before he continued to kiss her. She was like a sex doll to him, he loved how she would come over when he texted her and how she would never really question what was going on. She was like his own personal porno. Jack stood up, pulling her with him as he continued to kiss her passionately. ”We have to take this to my bedroom. I share a dorm with ladies now, I’m not allowed couch sex no more.” he teased as he walked her backwards towards his bedroom. His room as always was a mess and smelt strongly of cigarettes. He’d been planning on giving it up but since today maybe he would change his mind again. He usually smoked with the windows wide open but somehow the smell still became attached to things. ”Do you do drugs? What do you do?” he enquired as his hands found a way to undress her upper half. He was curious about the drugs because he’d never tried them before but the idea of losing himself was far too nice to pass up on. He sighed as he reached into his upper drawer , looking for a condom. Jack was a lover of foreplay but he before anything happened he wanted to know if he was even prepared. As his hand searched about he let out a big sigh. ”I don’t know if I have any protection,” he mused. He always used protection, except when with Larrissa. She was the only girl he trusted because he knew that he was the only man she’d been with. But as for everyone else, especially Tyra, he had to be protected. He was pretty convinced she would be crawling, she seemed to be a bit of a slut. ”You must have protection? You always have sex, unless you have it unprotected?” he asked curiously, hoping that she’d confirm his worries and that he hadn’t been wasting his time using it for so long. He was pretty confident though, Tyra was clearly a slag. Jack pulled out a cigarette from the drawer, lighting it in the darkness.
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 12, 2009 2:38:36 GMT
She listened to the shit that came out of his mouth with little air of interest. He talked a lot, and she was unsure if it was just to her, or to everyone, that he spoke about nothing. He was not terribly interesting, he was not terribly funny, in fact she did not think he stood out in any category more than others. Maybe he was a bigger asshole, or perhaps it was just the side of him that she saw. Because of the relationship they had, she was not under any illusion that she knew or understood him, and had never even considered that he would know a thing about her. His words of concern and worry that she would get hurt simply floated in one ear and out the other. “Yeah, because you’re so worried about me,” she remarked sarcastically. If there was one thing her life had taught her, it was that she was fully capable of taking care of herself. Sure her life was more messed up than most, but she didn’t have a network of friends to rely on like all the other kids in the school did. To Ty it was her and her mother against the world, and no one could change that idea. So she chose not to comment further on his worry and woes for her, since she could not believe that they were from the heart, though deep down she couldn’t help but hope that they were.
“Jacko?” she repeated with distaste. It was not a name she would have chosen, it was clearly a name chosen by someone who had little experience in teasing others and it was the best they could come up with. Pitiful. “Plain old boring Jack it is,” she shrugged, not completely interested in starting a conversation about petnames she could call him, since it would easily bore her. Her eye brows rose when he asked for a blow job. It was blunt and it was crude, like she was someone he had ordered off of a menu and he was interested in a side dish. Hell no. “We’ll see how well you behave,” she said dryly. When it came to sex Ty was neither prude nor inexperienced. She had been dared once to complete an entire Cosmo list of pleasure ideas with one guy, and she had completed the dare within the night. So it was not ridiculous to expect oral sex from Ty, but nothing would ever be demanded of her. The expression shift on his face between the conversation about his own pleasure and that about his new found dad made it clear to Ty that the topic was far more serious, as it was not a usual expression one would find on Jack’s face.
With his invitation to the bedroom Ty could not help but laugh a little. The boy knew what he wanted, and she couldn’t help but be attracted to his jerky personality just a little. “So thoughtful,” she responded sarcastically as she walked after him to his bedroom. They passed a few other doors, including one she was sure was Theo’s. She did her best to look away from it and ignore any thoughts of tension that may have entered her head. As she entered his room her face made no effort to hide the immediate reaction to the sight of his room. Ty was not the neatest person in the world, but she was not this gross. Her smell was no longer as sharp as it had been from a small exploration into coke, but she could tell that his room did not smell good. His hands were quick to relieve her of her shirt, but what surprised her was his question. “You already knew that,” she stated blandly. It was practically common knowledge in the school that she did drugs. It was just another reason why mommy and daddy told you to stay away from ‘that girl.’ His immediate search for a condom made her roll her eyes. This had purely been a booty call because he wanted sex and then most likely wanted her out. With the way he was acting he was soon going to jump to the part where she was out before he even got the sex. “Do I look like I want your fucking kids?” she asked incredulously, “or your precious Queen Bee’s diseases?” she added with a scoff. In fact, Ty had no protection on her at all, having just been out clubbing, and having no intention of going to bed with someone that night. For a moment she paused looking down at her torso covered with a bra, her eyes flickered to her shirt lying on the ground. “I’m not your whore Jack,” she said after looking up at him. “And I’m not nearly drunk enough for you to treat me like it. I don’t care what kind of shitty day you’re having, but you can go fuck yourself if you think you can.” Her face was stony as she spoke. She was tired of his bullshit already, and the ways he usually turned her on were twindling.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 14, 2009 11:10:07 GMT
Jack looked over at Tyra doubtfully, he‘d never been able to understand her attitude, it was as if all of the world was against her, as if all of the world was wanting her to get hurt. He couldn’t help but stretch his features into a confused frown at her response, and for the first time he simply shrugged, not able to come up with a sufficient come back, and not competent enough to think of an argument. He didn’t really worry about her that much but if she listened to his advice and it ended up saving her life then he’d feel pretty good, about himself. Maybe his motives were simply selfish but either way he didn’t think he deserved her sarcasm, not after the sex he was planning on giving her today. Jack had convinced himself a long time ago that he was the best Tyra had ever had, as to how he came to that conclusion he wasn’t overly sure but it was a conclusion that he liked to think. He’d also convinced himself that she wanted to be in a relationship with him but because of Larrissa she couldn’t be and that was why she was so often sour with him. ”Are you okay?” Jack asked her curiously.
He crossed his arms over his chest as she insulted his name. He liked his name. All of the charming players in the movies were called Jack and he felt it suited him. The charming jokester who not everyone liked. It seemed to work. ”Hey, my name is not boring!” he argued. ”Seriously what’s wrong with you today, why are you being such a bitch?” He asked her, watching her stance. There was something clearly wrong with her and he wished for a moment that he hadn’t even bothered texting her. He could have got someone else, went to a bar, put on a bit of charm and bedded an unsuspecting slag. It would have been easier, there would have been no conversation from Miss Sarcastic, instead it would just be pure passionate sex that he could get what he needed from and split before she got emotionally involved. Most girls did get emotionally involved at some point, always hurt when they found out he was in a relationship, only using them. Girls were pathetic. He quickly lost his worries when she teased him, this was the Tyra he liked. Jack leant in and kissed her passionately on the lips, hoping that this was him behaving well. He didn’t like thinking about Mitch so he tried to keep focused on his soon to become real blow job, it calmed him down a little bit.
Jack followed her eyes around his room. So he maybe should have cleaned up a bit but he hadn’t really expected company until he texted her. He usually didn’t bring girls into his room, he didn’t like bringing anyone in his room except for Larrissa. There was photos of her and he quite frequent around his walls, alongside a few pictures of his brother. He felt his room was too personal for random sex excursions, this was probably the first time she had seen it but either way Jack didn’t want her to focus much on the surroundings. She wanted her to forget them. ”Oh yeah, well do you have any on you now?” he asked her, his anticipation growing. He wanted to get high, or stoned, or whatever they got. His first drug experience seemed like a perfect time to happen, right now when it was really needed. And so Miss Moody returned. Jack narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. ”Larrissa does not have diseases, quit being jealous.” he scolded her. Jack sighed, maybe Theo would have some. He’d never felt the need to ask Theo for a condom before and they weren’t exactly best of friends but Jack was sure that if he was nice to him and promised him it would be in his room and whatnot that Theo would oblige. If Jack had some he would probably give Theo one and Theo was nicer than him. ”I’ll ask Theo, you could still blow me either way though,” he pointed out, showing the light side of life, the brightness at the end of the tunnel. He rolled his eyes. This lecture was overdone, why couldn’t girls just accept what they were in life? ”I know you’re not,” he stated sympathetically although if he was honest he was just saying what she wanted him to say. Jack reached for her arms, pulling her closer to him. If he didn’t say something like this she wouldn’t give him what he wanted so although it was annoying he had to say it. ”Tyra,” Jack stated quietly, softly. ”I don’t think of you as my whore, I really like you... I know sometimes it must look like I don’t with Larrissa and stuff but I can’t finish her... if there was anyone I’d finish her for it would be you, I really care for you. Whether we’re sleeping together or not I just like spending time with you.” He explained quietly as he held onto her hands. He was so tempted to roll his eyes at her and at what he was having to say just to get laid but if it worked then he wouldn’t be regretting it.
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Post by Tyra Davies on Aug 15, 2009 17:04:24 GMT
Was she okay? It wasn’t a question she was often asked. Most people would just pass her by without even checking her expression. Whether the question was genuine or not, Ty had no interest in answering it. Especially to Jack. Though she was a solid rock with little to no emotion range other than bitch and sex kitten to most people, Ty felt so much more than they gave her credit for. It was true that she often felt the world was against her, and felt the pressure of everything in life crashing down around her, but she did her best to remain stoic to others and to herself. She would never admit that there were problems. Perhaps to her mother but that was only on a rare occasion. Jack, though not the last, was still very far down the list of people that she would want to talk to about issues in her life. “Just peachy,” she answered without expression on her face, her voice stony and sarcastic. “It’s derived from John, which is clearly the most boring name in the world,” she remarked when he defended the name Jack. John was such an overused name that when they didn’t who you were, you were named John Doe. Why would anyone want to be so normal? Tyra was not a common name, but it was a name she hated nevertheless. “You just bring out the best in me it seems,” she responded dryly when he questioned her on her bitchiness. Really Ty was not always such a bitch, and she blamed her foul mood on Jack who had turned a good evening bad just by being himself. A smile crept on her lips as he pulled her in for a kiss, and she bit at his lower lip before it ended.
Her eyes darted back to him after they had quickly scanned over the room and she could tell it made him slightly uncomfortable as he himself looked over the room. It was not exactly the kind of room she had expected of him. The messiness was no shock, but the personal touches made him seem almost sweet which was certainly a shock. “No Jack,” she said with a roll of her eyes as she looked back at him, “I’m not getting high with you – and I’m not a drug dealer,” she added before he could ask to just have it for himself later. Unless she was taking a drag she was not just passing around drugs she had to pay for. Ty was under the impression that the members of Lockdown still did not know the impact they had made on her life. Most of the school though she still did hard drugs, when in actual facts she had reduced her use to Marijuana alone. “Jealous?” she asked with a scoff, a sly smile on her face, “Please Jack don’t kid yourself,” she said as she stepped closer to him. In slow movements she draped her arms over his neck, her hands immediately falling into his hair, her hips grinded into his as she pushed herself against him. “I feel sorry for her, she doesn’t seem very smart, not keeping her boy on a leash,” she whispered into his ear, biting on the lobe gently as her hips continued to move against him. As soon as he mentioned talking to Theo Ty froze for a split second before continuing. “Check my back pocket first,” she instructed. She was wearing tight jeans, and she was pretty sure that there was a condom back there from the last time she wore the pants. The last thing she wanted was Theo to see her here with Jack, it would simply ruin everything.
She listened to him ramble on about how he actually enjoyed spending time her and the words fell through her like lead. All too well she knew that they weren’t real, but it would have been nice to pretend that they were. To pretend that someone in the world actually did want to be with her, even if she had no interest in being in a relationship at all – but to feel wanted, well that seemed to be asking a lot. “Stop talking,” she told him as she kissed him again, her lips crashing against his. Her hands fell from his and she pushed him back until he was at the end of his bed. Her hands slid down his bare torso to the top of his jeans that she undid rather quickly and pushed down from his waist.
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