I've Had It Up To Here [Angee]

[Angee McCorkle]

Angee didn't have an ounce of sympathy as her fist made contact with his face. She just wanted him off of her and she didn't care what it took right now. She'd never forgive him for this. Ever. Taken by surprise when he pulled her up with him, she allowed him to, but winced away from him as he went ahead and pinned her arms to her side. God, what was with her?

She stepped away from him as he finally let go, crossing her arms, a sign that she was attempting to cut herself off from him. "You don't need a fcuking hit. You want one." Her voice was low, angry, and hurt. She wasn't going to accept any of his excuses, but her face fell when he mentioned Detroit. He wanted to just leave, leave here, leave her and start using again.

Like a fcuking asshole.

She shook her head, blinking back tears. "You want to go back? To Detroit? Fine. You know what, Aidan?" She shook her head, looking sick. He wasn't being himself anymore, he was acting like his brother. And that wasn't acceptable. "Go back to Detroit right fcuking now. Start using again. But don't expect me to be waiting around for you when you come back." She shook her head yet again. No, she didn't want him to leave, but after this little encounter, she didn't exactly want him to stay either.

And if he was so god damn set on starting up again, then fine. She'd let him.

"You are obviously not the man I thought I was in love with, Ryan." With that, she turned, walking a few calm steps before tears overwhelmed her and she ran the rest of the way back to the castle.

[Orion Voltaire]

Ryan knew he'd fcuked up. He knew it from the first connection his hand had made with her cheek. Had he stopped then, the two of them might've been all right.

He hadn't.

"No--Ang you don't understand--" he tried to reason. She didn't know what it was like. Needing that feeling, needing to have that extra boost. She just didn't get it. He hadn't expected her to, but he'd at least hoped she would've just ... let him slide by because of it? The both of them knew he was acting out of himself--that he would've never hit her under normal circumstances and certainly wouldn't have threatened her with fcuking rape. What the HELL had he been thinking? How could he fcuk up THIS badly. That was fcuking impossible.

Apparently not.

Shit. Shit shit shit. She was done.

Telling him to go back wasn't what he was hoping for. Calling him by his brother's name was even worse. She was practically telling him that right now he was no better than Aidan--and that fcuking sucked. That meant he had no fcuking chance because if he knew anything about Angee he knew she couldn't stand what his brother was like half the time.

Fcuk.

Her last statement made him almost lose his breath. Oh fcuking hell. Oh shit. "Angee--Ang fcuking STOP!" He yelled after her as she turned and started walking. "I won't go--Ang stop and talk to me--babe don't fcuking WALK AWAY! ANGEE!!"

She didn't stop.

Orion was left standing in the middle of the lawns--and he no longer wanted a fix.

After a long minute, he sat down, running a hand through his hair and pinching the bridge of his nose. Shit. How the FCUK could he fix this. For once in his god damn life he wanted to fix it and he didn't have a clue how to fcuking do it.

Fcuk it.

Standing up, he took a last look at the castle and closed his eyes, shaking his head and gritting his teeth.

Fcuk her.

Even as he thought it, he knew he didn't mean it. He was trying to make himself feel better about the whole thing but it wasn't working. God save him, he started toward the gates, just wanting to get the fcuk away from this fcuking school and all the fcuking people in it. He'd go back to Detroit. He'd get his hit. He'd go to fcuking Muggle school. Whatever--he didn't know what else to do.