BACK IN BLACK---parker

[sydney]

I'M MAKING MY PLAY ,

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don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
well, i'm back, yes i'm back. well i'm back in black!

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With a small frown Sydney tugged her favorite Poison t-shirt down over her head. It was a little short, but that was to be expected- she'd had it since she was fifteen. It was worn, and there was a hole in the armpit but it was her favorite. There was no getting rid of it. She slid her feet into her slightly worn sandals and wriggled her toes to make them more comfortable. She looked up into the mirror on top of her mother's old dresser. With a little roll of her eyes at her messy hair she slipped on her great grandmothers pearl ring, and then put in her black pearl earrings to match- she ignored the fact that they were different colors. She put on the necklace her son had made her not too long ago with a little smile. It was a fender guitar pick on thick black string that was frayed in places where her fingers tended to toy with it. She stepped back and gave herself a little nod of approval. her hair was a big black wavy messy mop, but she didn't care. Hair was hair.

Sydney put her keys into her back pocket along with her old cell, and wallet. She put on her favorite lip plumper and turned to leave her room, ready for her third day of job hunting. She hated this, but it had to be done. She needed to find a job. She had to find some way to pay her bills, and feed her son. Speaking of, the little fireball was sitting on the folded out futon in their little living room watching Friday morning cartoons. He didn't have school today for some reason- teachers planning day or something? She couldn't remember all of the sudden. "You behave yourself today, booger. I'll be back for lunch, and if the house is wrecked you're gonna get it," she said with a grin. She reached down and laid a big sticky kiss on his forehead. The little boy giggled, and wiped at the lip gloss on his skin. "That's so gross, butt!" he wiggled up from his spot on the futon and ran into the kitchen to wash it off. She laughed at his little name calling. Well really it wasn't name calling. They did this. She'd call him booger, and he'd call her butt. For whatever reason it'd just caught on one day, and it had stuck. It was pretty cute to her for some reason.

"Breakfast is on the table, and if you need anything call me, alright!" she said one final time before setting the house alarm and closing the door. When it closed she took a moment to lean against the door. Her eyes closed and she sighed. Another day leaving her son at home alone, because she couldn't afford a babysitter. Lovely. She shook off her depressing thoughts and went to her old 1969 Mustang Coupe. It was black and beautiful, and falling apart. She fought hard though to keep it in shape, and for the most part it was working. She hadn't died yet. And a reason for that was Sydney herself. Her father had always been a wiz with cars, and he'd made sure that he'd passed his knowledge on to someone- that someone had been Sydney. She knew just about everything there was to know about cars. And today she was going apply for just this job. She was going down to the local garage and trying to get a job. She'd looked in just about a million different places, and this was one of her last resorts. Not that it wasn't a good job, but she'd figured that there had to have been other jobs that would have paid better. Apparently she wasn't fit for any of them, and now she was here.

The drive wasn't long and soon enough she was at Mick's Garage. She parked her car, left the keys in the front seat- a bad habit of hers- and closed the door behind her. She dropped her goodwill bought ray ban aviators over her eyes and walked up to the place. She saw no one was inside and so she walked toward the actual garage. She walked in and immediately her eyes looked up to see an old truck waiting to be worked on. She smiled and her fingers practically itched to figure out what was wrong and fix it. She shook her head slightly to banish the urge, she had a mission. She had to get this job. If she didn't she'd be left with fucking McDonalds, for Christ's sake! "Hello?" she called out, not immediately seeing anyone.

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CREDIT TO ?!

[/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0
TUNES ?![/color] AC/DC!
TAGGING ?![/color] parker baby
STATUS ?![/color] finito, burrito!
WORD COUNT ?![/color] ---778
OUTFIT ?![/color] this!
CAR ?![/color] this!
NOTES ?![/color] oh i can just see it now... fun stuff.[/size]
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[parker james detwiler]

'CAUSE I HATE THAT YOU BREATH
i see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease

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"fuck it." parker raised his hand and let his cell phone fly out of it and smack into the wall. the damn thing wasn't working...again. he'd had enough. he'd just have to go get a new one. there definitely wasn't hope for his old one, now that it was laying on the floor all cracked open. parker's temper seemed to be getting shorter these days. but luckily it was mostly inanimate objects taking the brunt of his abuse. his fists were practically aching for somebody's face to cave in. he needed to get out some pent up anger and see someone in pain. he was definitely over due at the boxing ring. since moving to suburbia, he'd been going to the local gym and sparring. he hadn't lost a match yet. he'd discovered that boxing was a great way to satisfy his craving for violence without risking legal action. he'd have to head to the gym after work today.

after taking a few deep breaths to calm himself and to keep from punching in the wall, parker pulled on his jeans, and old greasy tee shirt, and his working boots. luckily, mick's didn't make the employees wear those lame mechanic's suits. the garage was laid-back, and mostly about the cars, not the money. the men who worked there truly loved what they did. and surprisingly, parker got along with them really well. he hadn't punched one of them, not once. and that was saying something for parker detwiler. he mostly just kept his mouth shut and worked on his cars.

parker quickly grabbed his keys and threw on his gray hoodie, then headed to his black chevy tahoe, parked in the garage. the car was just sort of a 'for now' thing. he'd picked it up cheep through a friend, and would drive it until he could get his hands on something better. he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted yet. he figured he'd come across the perfect car for him while doing his work. the tahoe did have a nice engine, though. it sounded pretty sick as parker revved it before backing out of the driveway.

in just a matter of fifteen minutes, parker was in the garage. as always, he was the first to arrive. probably because he was the only guy here that didn't have anything better to do with his life. all the other men had wives or girlfriends, or even kids. parker was the youngest, and the only single employee. none of this bothered him, though. parker was a one-man show. he didn't need a woman, or anyone for that matter. he was perfectly happy to be on his own for awhile. after seventeen years of protecting his mom and sister from his father, and then four years of living at home and working, he needed some time to himself. though he'd never admit it, he knew that his anger issues were getting a little intense. it was best for him to just try to figure some things out and calm down.

parker's current project in the garage was to replace the transmission in a 1950's ford truck. the monster belonged to an old farmer, who wanted to fix it up for nostalgic reasons. the man wasn't a mechanic, so he'd brought it to mick's. parker sort of had a 'thing' for old cars, especially trucks, so he'd called the project as soon as he'd heard about it. he was grateful to have the garage all to himself, at least for a little while, to work on the truck. he donned a pair of protective goggles, and slid under the truck to take a look. he was just poking around, when the sound of a woman's voice echoed in the garage. fuck. a customer. parker never dealt with customers. he was strictly a mechanic. people tended to piss him off, and that definitely wasn't good for business. but he was the only one here, so he was left with no choice.

pushing the palms of his hand into the floor, parker slid out from underneath the truck and stood up. he flipped his goggles down around his neck and turned to face the woman. and oh gawd dayum. there stood one sexy bitch. this chick was definitely gorgeous, parker wouldn't deny that. but the look in her eye said that she was feisty. parker didn't do feisty. he could tell immediately that he didn't like her. big surprise. he stood with his head and shoulders back, looking down at her. this intimidating stance just came naturally to parker. he didn't do it intentionally, his aggressive nature just automatically made him stand like this. his mouth was in a straight line and his eyes showed his usual fiery attitude. the whole look said 'don't mess with me, and i won't mess with you.' his voice came out low and slightly gravelly, "can i help you?" it was too bad she looked like a bitch. she was one hot mothafucka. parker slowly wiped his hands on a rag while waiting for her to explain her presence in his garage.

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WORDS. 895
LYRICS. undead . hollywood undead
PS. ok, i LOVE sydney. she's an amazing character <3

[sydney]

I'M MAKING MY PLAY ,

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don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
well, i'm back, yes i'm back. well i'm back in black!

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Sydney's hand lifted up and she played with her necklace, something she tended to do for whatever reason. It was comforting in a way. The necklace reminded her of her little boy. Her nearly clear blue eyes scanned the room waiting for a reply to her call. She heard movement before she actually saw anything, and when she did see, her ability to speak was suddenly snatched from her. Her eyes followed the long legs, the wide torso, and thickly muscled arms all the way up to his face. His fucking sexy face. Her hand reached up and she lifted her glasses up so that they rested on top of her head. She couldn't help it, she was staring. Another thing she did often without really thinking. She stared, but only when there was reason to stare.

She felt her bottom lip slip in between her teeth, as he dark finely sculpted eyebrow rose. Her eyes seemed to practically darken as she stared at him. Thoughts so incredibly hot that suddenly even her old favorite shirt seemed to warm. Her thin, long finger lifted and it hooked around the collar of her shirt before moving and tugging it down so that she could let a little air in. She was nearly struck stupid, but it was his voice that seemed to tear her out of her haze. She nearly fucking blushed, for God's sake! Sydney Rebel Rockett did not fucking blush! She forced herself to stand a little taller, trying to recover as she shook off the last of her hellishly mortifying stupor. She unconsciously moved closer to the man, though she didn't get too close. He was still a stranger, however attractive. And he looked a little... angry to say the least. He sort of looked like an asshole, but she wouldn't judge just yet. It wasn't exactly fair to label him when she'd only heard three words out of his mouth.

She cleared her throat as her hands slipped into her short's pockets. She put on her most disinterested look before replying to him. "Yeah, actually. I'm looking for a job. I was wondering if I could get an application?" Would they even have one? She wasn't sure, this place seemed a little informal judging by his clothes. Which she noticed were extremely attractive. His faded jeans, greasy shirt, and worn boots just... Her mind had drifted off again and she mentally cursed at herself. It'd been far too long since she'd had sex. That had to be what this was. It was why she couldn't concentrate. She hadn't been with a guy since long after her son was born, nearly five years when she thought about it. She felt almost angry at this guy. Who the fuck was he to make her feel like such a fool? Why the fuck did he have to look so damn edible? Her eyebrow raised once again and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"So, can you help me, or not, darlin'? I'd love to let you stand here and stare at me all morning, but I have mouths to feed," she would admit that her words had come out a little bitchier than she'd intended and almost immediately she felt bad. He hadn't done anything to deserve her cattiness. Her face softened marginally before her stance relaxed. She wouldn't dare apologize, but she could at least try not to snap at him or anything. Honestly, no sex can turn a woman into a monster. Not that she was some horny woman running around town lashing out at every hot guy she came across just because she couldn't do him. As she stood waiting for his reply she found it hard not to further examine him. He seemed a little dangerous, but in a way that was too sexy for his own good. His face, practically carved out of marble looked set in an almost perpetually angry glare. His stance was powerful, and he looked practically immovable, but that only made her want to test him out. She wanted to walk right up to him, put her hands to his chest and shove him up against that old Ford. This time she did actually shake her head a bit, she really did have some kind of imagination. Too vivid sometimes, if she were to be honest.

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CREDIT TO ?!

[/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0
TUNES ?![/color] AC/DC!
TAGGING ?![/color] parker baby
STATUS ?![/color] finito, burrito!
WORD COUNT ?![/color] --- 719
OUTFIT ?![/color] this!
CAR ?![/color] this!
NOTES ?![/color] i'm in effing love with parker. he's a fucking hottie![/size]
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[parker james detwiler]

'CAUSE I HATE THAT YOU BREATH
i see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease

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the look of lust in the woman's eye didn't slip by parker unnoticed. he was a man, after all. all men have built-in lust radar. and if he was to be completely honest, the feeling was mutual. it had been ages since parker had sex. definitely over six months. he'd never even had a real girlfriend, just one night stands and fuck buddies. truth was, he could barely stand the girls he'd been with. hell, he could barely stand any girls, ever. they were just annoying and needy and clingy. they took things way too personally and cried way too easily. all they wanted to talk about was feelings and emotions, ridiculous bullshit like that. parker knew one emotion: anger. and that was all he needed. the woman bit her lip and parker wanted to roll his eyes. girls had done that little move on him so many times. sure, she looked exactly like the type of girl he would bang, but that was nothing he needed in this life right now, and he knew it. he'd lived with two women for the past four years and was glad to finally have time to himself.

parker refused to check her out. he kept his eyes on hers. checking girls out only gave them what they wanted, and he was all about doing the opposite of what people wanted. he wouldn't give in and give her the attention her outfit and body obviously screamed for. it was tempting, and he felt his eyes practically begging him to just dart down for a look at her. it took a lot of strength to stay focused on what the woman was now saying. did he honestly just hear her ask for an application? parker almost laughed. no way would this bitch be able to survive here. sure, she looked tough but could she really know that much about cars? or would this job just fit her image? parker's face stayed serious but the light in his eyes definitely changed to that of slightly amused. but at least she'd been nice about it, he thought. she hadn't been the demanding diva he'd predicted.

and then she opened her mouth again. ah, there was the feisty side parker had predicted. and he knew right then that they wouldn't get along. on the off chance that this woman was hired at mick's, parker would have a rival on his hands. their personalities would clash for sure. anger flared in parker's stomach and his eyes darkened. sometimes his eyes were the only way to tell one emotion from another in parker. just now, they'd gone from amused to pissed. and he was fairly sure this woman standing before him could see this. if she knew what was good for her, she'd take the warning and back off. if she managed to hold her tongue, parker would tolerate her. if not...well, that would be a different story entirely.

but that little part about having mouths to feed did catch parker's attention. she couldn't be but what, nineteen? twenty? did she mean that she had kids? if so, her body hid the evidence well. she certainly didn't appear to be the mother type. she looked more like someone who came from the same sort of background as parker: rough childhood, looking out for yourself, that sort of thing. but parker had never been a good judge of people. he hadn't gotten close enough to them to learn patterns and stereotypes.

parker knew she was waiting for an answer, but he let a silence hang in the air for a few extra seconds. another method of intimidation. silence such as this seemed to make people nervous. like they didn't know what was running through parker's head, or what he might do next. which was a completely rational fear. most of the time, even parker didn't know what he was going to do next. in an instant, his temper would flare and things would break. luckily for the woman though, he had complete control. he kept his glare steady and his voice low, "we don't do applications. you'll have to talk to the boss." and who knew when the boss would get in. but parker didn't offer any more information. honestly, he just wanted to get back to his work and get rid of this distraction. he turned back to the truck, "if you'll excuse me i have work to do." his tone was obviously irritated. he hoped the woman would just walk away and wait for the boss to come into work. but for some reason, instinct told parker that that probably wouldn't be the case.

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WORDS. 812
LYRICS. undead . hollywood undead
PS. they're perfect for each other!!

[sydney]

I'M MAKING MY PLAY ,

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don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
well, i'm back, yes i'm back. well i'm back in black!

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Sydney wasn't shocked at the angry look on his face at her comment. She'd known that it would happen. She'd been a bitch, but he wasn't being all that warm and inviting either. Quiet honestly, her attraction wasn't enough to distract her from his glare. And that glare was all for her. She knew what was going to happen here. She could almost feel it. He was going to piss her off, and she was going to become the royal bitch that she became whenever she was angry. She wasn't disappointed either. They didn't do applications? His low voice, and hard glare were more than enough to piss her off, but his clear disrespect was what did it for her. She didn't care how fucking hot he was- the asshole wasn't worth it at this point.

"Excuse, me?" she said, her lips tightening as her teeth grit. He turned his back and moved to the old truck, and she felt her face heat up as her heart thudded angrily in her chest. Without thinking she walked over to him. She moved quickly and she was able to get in front of him. She was close, and probably too close. He was big- that was for sure. She knew that he was a stranger, and that if he wanted to he could really hurt her. But for some reason, in her angry state of mind, this didn't even phase her. "You can help me now, or you can regret it later. Got it Hulk?" Her bright blue eyes glared angrily up at him. Who the hell did he think he was? He didn't have to be nice to her, but he didn't have to be an asshole either. He was contractually obligated to help her or anything, but she would damn sure make him. "Where's your boss?" she hadn't seen any cars out in the parking lot but her own and one other so she assumed that he wasn't here. What would she do until then? She couldn't leave, she didn't have time for that. She didn't even have time to be doing this. The sooner she finished up here she could go look some place else, or else she was fucked.

Looking up at this guy, she knew she shouldn't be rising to this. She shouldn't be picking fights. He was so tall, and so much stronger than her. But she was so stubborn, and she needed this job. She couldn't let men walk all over her because she was a woman, and because this wasn't exactly the kind of job most women usually had. She was angry, and bitter, and she hated that she had to resort to this. She wanted a nice job, with a great pay. She wanted a father for her son, and money to pay every single bill she currently couldn't afford pay. She wanted to be happy, and for her son to be happy. She wanted so much that she knew she couldn't have. But she couldn't just give up, for fucks sake. She couldn't let assholes like this make things even worse for her. She held her chin high as she glared right back at him.

During her little mental tirade she had seemed to lose some of her steam. She bit on her tongue to keep more words from falling out. She didn't need to be spilling her guts to him to get sympathy here. She wouldn't do that with anyone. She wasn't going to beg for his help like some poor, sad bitch with a miserable past. That wasn't her. She wasn't going to share her feelings like some pathetic waste, she didn't have time. She never had time. She was running out of what little money she had left, and she refused to let her son go hungry, or live out on the streets. That wasn't even an option for her. "Look," she said her stance still strong, though it was hardly intimidating she was sure. "I'm not here to fuck your day up or anything. Like I would want to waste my time. I need this job, and whether you believe me or not I can do it. If there's not an application what do I have to do?..You obviously know," she said with a small wave of her hand, indicating that he did work here. Of course he would know how to get a job here. Her glare hardly softened as she spoke- this guy wouldn't ease up, so neither would she. "You do have a job here, after all. So don't be a dick. Just help me alright, dammit?"

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CREDIT TO ?!

[/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0
TUNES ?![/color] AC/DC!
TAGGING ?![/color] parker baby
STATUS ?![/color] finito, burrito!
WORD COUNT ?![/color] --- 772
OUTFIT ?![/color] this!
CAR ?![/color] this!
NOTES ?![/color] i'm in effing love with parker. he's a fucking hottie![/size]
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[parker james detwiler]

'CAUSE I HATE THAT YOU BREATH
i see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease

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even as parker was uttering the words about his boss, he could tell that this girl was gonna get pissed. which was ridiculous because parker was being as nice as possible. besides, she had started it. coming in here like she owned the place and demanding an application. did she really think that she could come in here and speak to parker like that, and he wouldn't mind? did he look like the kind of guy that let people walk all over him? he certainly didn't think so. and most people were smart enough to let him be. but not this woman, apparently. she had the nerve to piss parker off, and then get pissed back at him.

parker was just about to reach the truck when stopped dead in his tracks. was she actually standing in his way right now? no one stood in parker's way. and if they were stupid enough to try it, parker removed them from his path. not a pleasant affair, mind you. the muscles in his jaw rippled and bulged as his teeth clamped together. his eyes found the back wall and concentrated on it. maybe if he didn't look at the bitch in front of him, he wouldn't have to hurt her. if the boss walked in to find parker beating the shit out of some random woman, he'd be fired for sure. this job was all he had, and he wasn't going to lose it. his nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his angry pulse.

finally, his eyes focused back down on the girl. he could handle this. sure, he wasn't a people-person, but he wasn't incompetent when it came to dealing with them. how hard could it be? all he had to do was talk with his mouth instead of his fists. but then parker's ears caught her saying something about 'regretting it later'. seriously? was she seriously implying that this garage needed her? who the fuck did she think she was? obviously extremely cocky, for one thing. parker's fist unconsciously clenched and unclenched at his side. he wouldn't hit her. he'd been doing so good. not a single fight in weeks. he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of breaking his streak.

"well i'm sorry, i was unaware of how important you are. let me just clear my schedule for you." ah sarcasm. parker's voice was at an irritated tone and the volume turned up just slightly. he wasn't yelling, but he certainly wasn't using his inside voice. "the boss will be here sometime today. you can wait around or come back another time." parker was desperately hoping, for both his sake and hers, that she would choose option b. he certainly did not have the time or the patience to deal with this right now.

parker tried to move around the woman, but her dumb fuckin mouth opened again. and there she went pushing his buttons again. demanding his attention like she was somebody important. parker was in disbelief. this bitch had a serious superiority complex. she stood like she was all tough and scary. fortunately, parker was a million times tougher and scarier. he took a small step forward, his blazing eyes locked on hers. she wanted to play? well then parker would certainly step up. her frame was like a twig. he could easily snap her in half with one swift movement. this was made obvious now as parker towered over her, intimidation in his stance. "listen up, miss. i don't know who you are, or who you think you are, but i don't owe you any help. i don't care what you want or what you need. i'm here to work on my cars, not hire people. especially not bitches like you. you can wait out in the lobby to speak with my boss, or you can get your scrawny ass out of here. third option? i can remove it for you." his jaw clamped shut again and parker realized that he'd gotten pretty close to her face. they were mere inches away and his voice had lowered to a menacing volume. after glaring into her eyes for a few tense moments, parker moved his face from hers and stepped around her, heading for his truck a second time. if the woman didn't leave him alone now, then she was seriously stupid. or suicidal.

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WORDS. 730
LYRICS. undead . hollywood undead
PS. they're perfect for each other!!

[sydney]

I'M MAKING MY PLAY ,

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don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
well, i'm back, yes i'm back. well i'm back in black!

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Maybe she was crazy. That had to be it. She was standing here trying to stare down one of the biggest guys she'd ever seen. She was yelling at him for Christ's sake! But did she want to stop? No. He was a fucking asshole, and she wasn't about to take his shit. Now way in hell. He stood so tall, and intimidating. And some part of her was afraid- it really was. But a more dominate part told her not to back down. If he hit her well she'd fucking hit him back. There might not be a chance that it'd do anything, but she sure as fuck wasn't going to let some guy just beat her down. She rip his dick off and choke the mother fucker with it. What the fuck kind of guy threatened a woman? He didn't deserve to spawn. So yea, maybe she was insane for doing this, but she wasn't about to back down. She was reckless, and out of her mind, but she wasn't stupid. You don't just stand by and let people scare you. You do something about it.

Her entire body was practically shaking she was so angry. Who the hell was he to talk to her like this? Her face felt like it was on fire, and her head felt like it was clouded up. She couldn't think properly, and all she wanted to do was let it all out. She wanted to let him have it. The cocky bastard was treating her like she was dirt, like she wasn't even fucking human. She knew this wasn't going to be good, her temper was going to get her into trouble, but she couldn't make herself care. The man stood close to her now, she could feel his breath on her face. His eyes burned, and he practically screamed trouble. She wouldn't back off though, no matter how intimidating he was. She was just as, if not more, stubborn than he was. He thought he was such a fucking badass, but she knew different. He was an angry bastard who had nothing better to do than threaten women. Asshole. He moved around her again trying to get to the truck. Her full lips seemed to curve up into an angry scowl, as her eyes narrowed angrily. She wasn't done with him yet, he wasn't walking away. No fucking way.

"Oh, I'm the bitch? Really. Coming from you, baby, that really hurts. I'd like to see you touch me, asshole. Just fucking try it. I don't care how big and bad you think you are. Touch me. I swear to God," she felt her small hands clench into fists as he heart pounded loudly against her rib cage. Everything in the room but the two of them had seemed to disappear and all she wanted to do was walk over to him and beat the ever loving shit out of him. She knew it wouldn't happen- she wouldn't be able to do anything unless she had some kind of unfair upper hand. A fucking wrench, and even then he'd probably still be able to kill her. And yet the warning signs in her mind still seemed to not be working. And if they were actually working, well she was far too angry to take notice of them. She didn't move to get in front of him again but she didn't need to. He could hear her from where he stood, she was certainly loud enough. "Your boss must be so happy to have you here, dickhead. You're such an upstanding citizen, with such a great attitude, too. Tell me, you threaten women often? I bet you're such a fucking heart breaker," she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes set dead on him.

Suddenly a thought struck her. He'd told her to wait for his boss. She'd do that. She might not have before, but now she had to. She wasn't moving a muscle until the guy's boss got here. She'd not only get the job here, but she'd enjoy pissing this asshole off for the next however many months she had this job. She refused to let him scare her. She wouldn't back down, and she'd make sure that he knew it, too. She would do whatever she could to make his work life here hell. Suddenly a lot happier, in a sadistic sort of way, she uncrossed her arms from over her chest and moved around the truck. Away from him. She moved to the side of the truck where he'd been working and leaned against the side of it. She'd wait right fucking here, and if he tried to move her she'd make him sorry. He'd be in jail for the rest of his natural born life.

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CREDIT TO ?!

[/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0
TUNES ?![/color] AC/DC!
TAGGING ?![/color] parker baby
STATUS ?![/color] finito, burrito!
WORD COUNT ?![/color] --- 797
OUTFIT ?![/color] this!
CAR ?![/color] this!
NOTES ?![/color] they are! haha[/size]
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