 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Mariel barely looked at Jorge as he went off to get drinks, or wherever he was going. Who really knew at this point. And she wasn't really sure she wanted to hear any of the sordid details that Maria might share with her while he was gone. His avoidance was speaking volumes to her and none of it was sitting well with her. Certainly he knew she was going to be on this team, he had specifically asked Mariel to join him, yet he couldn't be bothered to spare her the humiliation of sitting on the same team with one of his indiscretions without at least preparing her, or the fact that he was basically coming on to Maria right in front of her. Normally, Mariel would have relished the chance to talk about Ravenclaw or Quidditch or Ravenclaw Quidditch, but yeah.. she wasn't feeling it right now. "I was," she nodded in agreement, hardly even looking at her as she was lost in thought for the most part. "And yes, for Ravenclaw and professionally too. Moutohora Macaws." Wow. And that was really all Mariel was going to say on the subject. Just wasn't in the mood to talk anymore given the current situation.
Green eyes snapped up as she heard Jorge's voice and she took the drink before looking away again. She tightened her grip on the stem of the glass, as she heard his words towards Maria. Really, he was far too casual and reminiscent about this for her own liking. Her eyes snapped up again, burning fury at the two of them hearing his remark and Maria's response. "Do you really need to be constantly reminding her of the fun you two shared?" she snapped. Apparently his intentions with her were not concluded. "Or maybe you feel that I need to be repeatedly reminded of how you were with her when you were with me?" Seriously.. what was he even doing? She was pretty much over the advances he was making on another woman sitting right next to her, whether he realized he was doing it or not. She was not about to compete for his attention.
Mariel took a big drink of that fizzy wine thing, not even glancing in his direction as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. Yes, she gathered that, thank you very much. Not that he had the decency to prepare her for it ahead of time. And patronizing. No, she wasn't going to worry about it any longer. And as much as she felt like breathing fire right now, she managed to turn somewhat sympathetic eyes to Angelina as she rolled two gutter balls. She had no idea if the current drama in Lane Five had anything to do with it and she did look awfully glum, but they were teammates after all and Mariel knew how to be supportive. She reached over and placed her hand atop the other woman's and squeezed it gently. "You'll get the next one dear. I'm certain of it," she said, not really meeting her eyes, and her voice sounding very small and far away to her ears. Really, where was her confidence now.
Oh.
Mariel sat back for a moment as Jorge went over to Angelina himself to guide her a bit with her bowling. She could feel Maria watching her, maybe waiting for her to flip out or something, which she just wasn't. It was actually a nice thing to do and she wasn't the jealous type. Not when there wasn't a reason to be. And if she thought about it at all, she would agree that it was somewhat innocent. Though that was not where her thoughts lay as she continued downing her drink. She watched a bit vacantly as Jorge took his turn, giving him a quiet, "well done," as he took a seat next to her.
And then Simon. He certainly had been quiet lately, not that she blamed him. It was awfully awkward and uncomfortable in the near vicinity. She watched him vaguely as he left then gave Jorge an exasperated look as she got to her feet to take her turn after Maria. Did he not realize the drama he was creating? She quickly finished the rest of her drink the moved up in front of their lane after picking up the shrunken head ball. She took a few deep breaths, trying to clear her head. What was she even still doing here? Mariel wasn't even sure. She tossed the ball down the lane, staring at the mere four pins that had been taken out. The brunette took a few more deep breaths trying to regulate her breathing, then made her second attempt. The ball curved, only taking out one this time. She simply stood there staring for a few minutes. No. She was not about to let any man take her confidence.
Mariel walked back to her seat, not looking at anyone, and slipped her Louboutins back on her feet. "I just.. I.. need.. to go.. get some air," she announced to everyone and no one in particular at the same time. And though her self-esteem currently felt a little shaky, she walked out of that lane, appearing as confident as she could. No, she certainly didn't expect anyone to go after her, in fact, she wasn't sure anyone would notice. He wanted to push her away, he got it.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Last edited by emjay; 02-12-2014 at 04:10 AM.
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