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[HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG]

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though she'd walked the corridors of the academy for over three years, things felt different tonight. maybe it was because it had been the first basketball game of the year and she found herself cheering for the same school, but different boys with different jersey's. maybe it was because for the last two years, she had done so in an outfit that left very little to the imagination and this year the school had paid for a uniform that covered more. they had claimed that they were considering the safety of the girls - walking to their cars at night in short mini skirts and cropped tops, or skidding along the gym floor with bare skin exposed and burned - when in all actuality, they were doing so for holden's sake.

a pregnant cheer leader wasn't all that unusual. a pregnant holden, though, was something very unexpected. she was top of her class, very bright, and moderately pretty. they had expected her to follow in the footsteps of her older brothers - her best friends, her idols - and head off to ivy league, to see her face on political posters or ads. they hadn't expected her to date zachary blithe or to cheat on her chemistry final the previous year or to turn up to school this fall, a ripe baby bump under her cardigan. zachary was the father, of course, he was the only man she'd ever made love to, but she didn't let anyone know that. not him.

the two had broken up shortly after the relationship began, and when her period was late, and the pregnancy test said yes, she began to date. she blew off studying to date. as if dating other boys would confuse others and keep them questioning: who dun it? she missed zach sometimes and she missed the attention of him and the other boys she had let take her out for a night. being eighteen and pregnant tended to keep the boys away. holden thought these things over, her brows and lips contorted into a frown. she sighed and shook her head, dismissing her loneliness. soon enough, she'd have a son to live for and to spend her time with. that was all she needed.

she paused in the corridor at her locker and was part surprised, part frightened, but mostly curious when she heard foot steps behind her. was someone following her or just doing as she did, grabbing forgotten homework? she twirled her lock to the designated numbers: 34, 4, 24, and held her breath, listening. the foot steps had stopped. who ever was behind her was still behind her, as still as she was. she ignored it, wrestled books and papers into her book bag, before closing her locker and turning sharply. i'm pregnant, not an alien! she snapped.

before, she would have wiggled her hips a little to entertain whoever stared or ignored them all together. these days, though, people didn't stare at her because she had long sandy blonde hair and nice legs, they stared because they thought she was a trollop with an allergy to trojan. she raised a finely arched brow at devon jones. he was the star basketball player and the half brother of one of her close friends, but that wouldn't stop her from scolding him with her eyes. what do you want?

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[DEVON LUCAS JONES]

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the thrill of a game won was something that made devon's heart race and his mind race. it was better than anything he knew of, including sex. after the game, the team met up in the locker room, got the usual speech from their coach that no one listen to, and got dressed. it was a casual ritual for the entire basketball team to go hit the town after the game. it would be disgusting if devon didn't shower before going out on the town, so he did such in the locker room showers. the hot water hitting devon's skin made him even warmer than the heat of the game had done. he turned the water to near freezing cold before stepping out and changing into a pair of basketball shorts, his blue hoodie, and a black t-shirt. he was ready to go get burgers with the team. he deserved it.

the corridors of the high school seemed nearly eeriely empty now that the game was over and everyone had gone home. each and every one of devon's footsteps echoed hollowly down the hall. the pattern of his own noises made a rhythm for him to walk to. his shorts would swish, his shoes would hit the ground, and his bag hit his side, and with this noises he sank into a certain swagger. it wasn't until devon heard someone else that he tried to silence his own noises.

he snuck around the corner to see the infamous pregnant cheerleader at her locker. he stood at the intersection of the two halls just staring at the girl wondering whether or not he wanted to walk down this path. the girl had a name that was somewhere in his head and as he stared at her honey-colored locks and her baby bump he tried to remember it. it rang out in his head as he mouth her name silently. "holden." it was inaudibly said.

holden armstrong and devon jones had two ways of association. devon had seen the beautiful blonde with his half-brother once across a distant street, not approaching due to the fact she was with his brother. it wasn't until the pregnancy scandal that he truly found out who the beauty was. holden armstrong was her name and she had been then girl in line for valedictorian of their class. she had also been initiated into the class of girls corrupted by his exbestfriend zachary blithe. it was a shame that the two didn't official know one another. in his opinion, she needed to hang around with guys who weren't completely fucking tools, not that he wasn't a bit of a tool.

as devon thought of all these things, it became too intriguing for him to just turn around and avoid the girl. he found himself walking towards her and soon enough was standing behind the blonde who was stationed at her locker. she noticed him and stiffened but didn't move to see who it was. she screamed how she was pregnant and not an alien which slightly amused devon. it was obvious that his presence hovering behind her bothered her immensely. devon wanted to say something, introduce himself, but he couldn't find the words at first. he felt like a real creeper. just as he was about to officially introduce himself, holden turned around and snapped once again. "what do you want?" she asked.

"i just wanted to say 'hello, i'm devon jones.' and then i was planning on asking if you if you wanted help to you car." devon looked down to holden's stomach unsure if he could say why he thought she might need help. "not all chivalry is dead you know." he said with a smirk stretched across his face. devon smiled at holden for a moment waiting for a reply from gorgeous but obviously now untouchable girl. he down the hall nervously. the teammates were sure to ask him why he was late and then dog on him when he gave an explanation, but he didn't give a damn.




I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of enough words to satisfy , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous holden , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from me , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.

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[HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG]

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she wasn't sure it was possible, but her eye brows inches higher onto her forehead, her mouth hanging open and slack jawed. boy, was this man fearless! she was questioning whether he could hear her thoughts - how else would he know that she was dying for a little attention? - and then questioned her own intelligence. mind reader, right, holden. cornerstone academy, home of the big fat trollop: holden armstrong, and the mind reader: devon jones! stupid! even though she scolded herself for the first thought, she tried to end the second thought as quickly as possible, just in case.

uh huh, she drawled slowly, coming to her senses. right, she let the vowel sound of that word trail. as if. she knew this boy. well, she knew of him. party boy who likes to party boy. her previous boyfriend, zachary, and her friend, marcus had warned her about him. f he was so bad, though...what was he doing here, offering her help? it wasn't as if he liked her body and wanted to take advantage of little virgin holden. she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and then smirked. sure, she replied. i'll let you be chivalrous. i don't have a car, but you can carry my bag to the cable car, the cable car was better for the environment which was why holen saved her money for college instead of a car. the thought of a crowded, windy cable car jetting up and down the hills of san fransisco, though, made her stomach churn and her face lose all warmth.

she shook it off and handed over her bag. or just walk me to the parking lot, i don't mind, as long as my shoulders get a little rest. it's actually harder than you think, waving those things around, she was referring to her pom poms, and she hoped he got that. she hated ever having to explain herself further. haley pushed her hair away from her face, glad the heat was returning to her cheeks.

she inhaled through her nose and smiled, her brows knitting as if confused. these days, every smell other than food made holden sick. she'd even had to change her regular shampoo to a honey and vanilla scented one, so that her own hair didn't send her running to the restroom. he smelled good, though. she wasn't sure if that was some sort of good omen that she could trust him or some sort of lure she needed to be aware and cautious of. she didn't care. these days she didn't care.

she kept her focus on staying healthy - keeping up cheer leading and gym class and morning runs, showering daily, brushing her teeth several times a day (careful not to swallow the tooth paste), ate vitamins and avoided fast food and microwavable meals - and keeping her grade point average - even college couldn't turn a 4.0 student down, no matter if she had a baby or not. she began to walk, listening to the sound of her sneakers hitting the linoleum floor, the sound of the swish of her sweat pants, waiting to hear the sound of his foot steps behind her.

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it was obvious that holden was suspicious of the help devon was offering to her. yes, he wasn't noted by the general public for being the kindest, most caring, or the most respectful guy but he could be all of those things and more when the opportunity arose. he could also be an arrogant dick who partied and slept around, which was probably the side of devon holden had heard about. it wasn't a secret that zach and marcus weren't quite fond of devon. he noted her raised eyebrow and listened as she drew out her response to the subject of chivalry's existence.

some part of devon was happy and relieved when the girl agreed to let him help her out. she was months pregnant and deserved to be helped out a little. he was unsure of his own motives as he pitied the girl for stating that she rode the public cable car. the california air could be crisp on the windy san francisco streets and it was no place for holden to be walking around carrying a heavy bag. he considered offering her a car ride but felt almost sure that she would say no. holden heavily resisted even his help of just carrying her bag.

the bookbag was much heavier than devon had expected as he grabbed the dark colored bag and placed it over his own shoulder. it nearly cut into his shoulder from all the weight of books. he could deal though. weight-lifting made such a bag seem somewhat lighter than it would be normally.

he couldn't help but smile when she said "it's harder waving those things around than you think." if he was more comfortable with the girl, a dirty joke would be coming out of his mouth, but he felt as if he was already on thin ice with the girl.

"i could drive you home, you know. there is no reason you should have to walk to the rickety old cable car and then ride that damn thing home. those break down all the time." devon called out to holden as she started to walk at a fast pace in front of him. she wasn't waiting for anything. he jogged towards her quickly so he was walking alongside her down the hall and looked from the ground to her face several times. "i'd understand if you wouldn't a ride though," he looked around the hallway, "some guy coming around around randomly."

a silence loomed in the air as devon walked quickly to keep up with holden's pace. the door at the end of the corridor was coming closer and closer and devon kept his eyes on it for a minute. the girl was a bit angry it seemed. it seemed as if she was on some personal mission to something. who knew what. the girl was damn determined though. devon looked over to holden and in a quiet voice he asked meekly "you are friends with my brother, right?"

[/color] he nearly asked about zach but realized before the words came out of his mouth that that topic was the worst thing they could possibly talk about. it was probably a touchy subject there and it was always a subject of controversy with devon. it was best gone not spoken about.



I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of enough words to satisfy , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous holden , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from me , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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[HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG]

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she slowed her walk, a smirk playing at her lips. the pregnant eighteen year old was still fast enough to beat the school's star athlete. she slowed her walk, so they were walking shoulder to shoulder. well, with their height difference, more like elbow to wrist. not quite, but close. she was only five foot with four or five inches to her, give or take an inch. he was as tall as any good basketball player. she nodded at his offer, which sounded more like a peace treaty or an invitation he really didn't want to hand out.

that's not why i'd turn down the ride. see, i have a lot of pride - and not the hey, hoe, let's go! kind of pride - i'm stubborn and i usually don't let people help me. thanks, but i'll be fine. i'm a rather resilient woman, she stretched her neck and arms and rubbed at her own sore shoulders before placing her hands into the small of her back as she walked: the signature pregnant woman walk. she had always wondered why women walked like that, as if they were trying to make their stomach look larger, but now holden knew. it was one of the only ways to walk and handle the weight. it kept the baby from kicking against her stomach, too. the baby. the thought made her smile at her belly which made it impossible to zip up her uniforms sweat shirt. jamie, she muttered quietly, in a sing song voice, forgetting where she was and what time it was and who she was with.

the previous night she had finally told zachary it was his baby after they had discussed the baby and what holden should name him. they had settled on james zachary armstrong, but then zachary lost his temper and holden did, too. the two of them had quite the tempers and the reason the two had gotten along and fallen apart so easily was because of their similar attitudes. she told him he was a daddy and he told her to fuck off, essentially. she suppose she deserved it, for keeping it from him for so long. she couldn't help but hope that he wouldn't tell anyone he was the one who'd taken her virginity and was the father. if she couldn't have him, which she didn't want him, she didn't want the world to think the two of them were going to be the next marcus and nadia.

just as the thought of marcus popped into her head, devon asked about him. the question brought her back to earth and she peeled her eyes away from her baby bump and up to devon. from this close up, he looked quite attractive: handsome, charming, sheepish, and harmless. holden was good with vocabulary and a million words filled her head to describe how devon looked in that moment. sorry, she apologized. i was...somewhere else for a minute. your brother? marcus, right. he's, like, my best friend. more like a brother. why?

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the sight of such a beautiful girl doing the pregnancy waddle was slightly off-putting to devon. he understood that she must be in a considerable amount of pain yet he couldn't help but smile at her odd waddle. holden was only eighteen yet was walking like a eighty-year old women with a broken hip due to the baby weight. as devon watched her walk, he couldn't help but have a large amount of respect for her. she could have got an abortion or disappeared from the public eye for several months instead she accepted her fate. he hadn't heard whether or not holden was keeping the baby or not but either decision was better in his book then the alternative of an abortion.

it was obvious that holden had a large amount of self-respect, pride, and self-esteem as she express what a resilient woman she was. it seemed quite evident. it was a shame she was too proud to accept help. such a girl could use help, despite how strong of a woman she already was. he looked from her to the floor and back to her as she spoke and claimed her stubbornness. the next time the devon looked up to holden she was singing a name out. “jamie” came out of her mouth and devon wondered who it was. was it a love? was it the father? the only guys that devon ever saw holden with were his brother and zach. he was putting his money on one of them which was part of the reason he had asked about him. was it possible that this child could be his brothers? devon wasn't ready to be an uncle.

the question of why he was asking was a good one and one he wasn't sure how to answer. “i suppose i was just wondering. i've seen you too together. I have no idea who he has relationships with.”

[/color] a sad face came across devon face as he heard holden say that marcus was like a brother to her. it was sad that his own brother could be an almost brother to someone else and an asshole to him. “i was just wondering.” he affirmed again. devon's eyes looked around the corridor as they got to the exit. he raced ahead of her to open the door for the very pregnant holden. as he held the door open for her, he figured he would probe even further. “you know. my brother and i aren't really the closest. he might not speak the best of me.” wind came in through the open door and hit his exposed face. the cold felt refreshing.



I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of shitty , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous holden , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from me , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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she looked up to meet his eyes a moment after she'd answered him and he'd replied, curious about his brother's relationships. she had her nose into every bit of both of her brother's business, she wondered how either of them could really be strangers. he's not the father, if that's what you're thinking, she said, a startled look on her face. she shuddered and did a small dance of disgust. sure, marcus was attractive, she understood why other women were attracted to him, and she adored him, but the thought of marcus and herself sent her stomach churning and not because of her pregnancy.

no, no. the father's .. not marcus. the father, he's not going to be in my life. nor jamie's, she pointed to her stomach. this is jamie, she introduced her unborn son to the man she barely knew. james zachary armstrong, to be exact. he's going to be a star basketball player, like yourself.. if he wants to be that is, of course, she paused, wincing and rubbing her stomach. i'm not quite sure. all of this kicking, he may be damn good at soccer. she laughed lightly and pushed her hair out of her face. she nodded and mumbled a thank you as he held the door open for her. she may be proud, but she was also polite.

marcus doesn't talk about you often, but, uh, yea, she winced and chuckled, sympathetically. it's not the my brother is my best friend kind of talk. i'm thinking he's wrong about you, though. you're actually rather nice to be around...when no one else is around, that is.

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[DEVON LUCAS JONES]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

a readjustment of holden's bag was required from devon to keep it from staying on his shoulder. he agreed to carrying her heavy bag and didn't want to look like a dumbass by dropping them. he readjusted the bag as he continued to hold the door open and watched as holden walked through the exit to the parking lot. it was the best way to walk her to the cable car which he intended to. he wasn't going to let the poor girl drag along pounds of extra weight. devon was sure he heard somewhere it wasn't right for pregnant women to do so, apparently it was bad for the baby.

another motive had now arose for devon to speak to the gorgeous girl. she was a connection to his brother. now not only was she witty, intriguing, intelligent, off-limits with her guard up, but she was his brother's friend. devon knew that talking to the girl could potentially rise some anger out of his brother but also get him some information on his brother. he and marcus essentially grew up strangers: different lifestyles, different mothers, different ways of thinking. these motives for speaking to the beautiful girl were all running through his head as she walked past him and mumbled a thank you or what sounded like one. devon loudly spoke a "you are welcome,"

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the autumn air hit him as he took a few steps out into the parking lot. he turned back to watch holden catch up to him and help her if she needed a step down from the sidewalk to the lowered pavement. he kept his eyes upon her as she did the signature pregnant waddle towards her. he listened to the words she spoke about how he was rather nice to be around ... when no one was around and this caused devon to raise his eyebrows. "are you insinuating i'm not a nice guy when others are around? i think i'm pretty great."[/b] a large smile stretched across his face as he chuckled at the narcissistic statement. he kept one eyebrow raised.

I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of shitty , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous holden , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from me , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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[HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG]

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holden chewed on her lips and tugged at her hair as she walked. she laughed as they stepped into the parking lot. my point exactly! you think you're great when other people are around and they let you think you're great. see, you could use a person like me in your life. i'll be happy to deflate your ego. she chuckled and took a brief moment to imagine herself pulling a plug out of his ear and watching his head shrink.

she laughed for a second too long and had to cup her mouth to stop her laughing. she calmed herself and regained composure, waving her hand as if she were erasing a chalk board. sorry. i just... imagined... she laughed again, waving once more. forget it. it's stupid. i'm too immature for my own good. she paused at the edge of the parking lot. she held out her hand. i can just head on from here. my stop is just up the block, i can handle the weight and no one wants to fuck with the pregnant girl. i'll be fine. i do this every night. thanks to student council, tutoring, cheer leading, honor society, and the many other clubs and societies holden was involved with, she usually didn't arrive home until eight or nine.

how she managed to keep up these activities, school work, and morning sickness... well, even that was a mystery to her. perhaps she was lucky. she liked to think so. she kept her hand held out, waiting for him to hand over the strap of her bag. right, she muttered. thanks. it was nice meeting you, devon.

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holden's quick change from being angry to laughing to being civil made devon wonder if the young woman was criminally insane, if the pregnancy hormones were making her a wreck, or if she truly had some sort of moment to moment vendetta against him. her rant was something that he hadn't expected from his joking. devon held back a smile when she said "see, you could use a person like me in your life." it was probably the truth. an angry pregnant girl who couldn't hold back horrid comments towards him would probably be quite humbling. also, as he heard the words, devon thought maybe he could keep holden with her longer based off them.

the bag on devon shoulder slid slightly and he grabbed unto the gray strap to prevent it from falling. he clenched onto the strap as he looked out to her hand hovering in midair. she thanked him and said that it was nice to meet him. he swore that she was trying to sound sincere but sarcasm was oozing out of the words. he considered being difficult and holding onto her bag. the ideal was silly. he'd be like a fourth grader stealing some girl's item for attention. he pushed away the ideal. casually, devon slid the bag off of his shoulder and handed it over to holden.

he felt like something was missing now that the weight of the bag was off of him. to occupy his hands he stuck them in his pocket and looked to the ground. he kicked his shoes off the pavement and looked back up to holden. "it was nice to meet you too, holden."

[/b] devon paused to look over at his volvo in the distance. it was waiting for him under the light by the entrance. he also was late for an after-game dinner with the guys, but as he looked back to holden he knew he should hassle her one more time about a ride. "you know, if every second i spend with you is so beneficial to my ego, you should really let me drive you home. not for your sake, but for mine. apparently my beautifully large ego is crushing me."

I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,


i hope you like this post of shitty , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous holden , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the banner? oh that's just from me , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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