NOTE: Some of this is from Theresa's POV, some of it is from Ryan's POV. And some of it is just normal dialogue. It varies throughout the story.
Chapter One
She could feel his eyes burning through her from across the smokey, loud room. He was watching her. Studying her every move. She didn't even have to look over. She knew he was watching. He was always watching from afar.
It had been three days since there fight. They both walked out in a rage, said some things they didn't mean. They had always been too alike. Ever since they were kids. Both stubborn with short fuses. Never wanting to listen to anyone, not even the one they loved the most.
The room was getting more distorted now. The people dancing were turning into fast moving, blurry shapes in the crowded room. She didn't even comprehend what the guy leaning next to her was whispering in her ear. She just smiled, and giggled softly. Pretending like she cared that he wanted her. Even though there was only one person she had ever wanted. And he was standing less than fifty feet away.
She took another sip of the beer in the green cup, realizing that there was no more. That she had already drank it all. She nodded as the guy next to her offered to refill it. She smiled at him, leaning her head back against the siding of the wall.
She was definately drunk. No question about it. She didn't usually drink like this, but the fight with Ryan just made her so angry and bitter. It made her want to scream at him. It made her want to make him so jelous he couldn't see straight. Jelously was never really her thing, she wasn't much for games. But what the hell? Something had to give.
She looked over at him for a few moments. He didn't notice her right away. He was talking to a group of four neighborhood guys that they had known since they were kids. Eddie included, who she had caught glancing her way every so often since they reached high school. Ryan knew it too. He just never said anything. She always assumed it was because Eddie and he had been friends since they were eight. And he knew in his heart that Eddie would never make a move, and that she wouldn't either.
She continued staring at him, getting drowsier by the second. He finally noticed her out of the corner of his eye, and gave her one of those looks. One of his longing looks that said it all. But she didn't care. Nothing could change there conversation from the other day. What he did, and the things they said weren't going to evaporate or dissapear. She just looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.
Her date came back, holding two green cups in his hand.
" Thanks." Theresa said to him, giving him a small laugh as he tugged at the bottom of her dark purple, tank top.
Ryan glared at Theresa with the guy, quickly looking away like he didn't care. Eddie glanced over as well, noticing Ryan looking.
" What the hell is Frankie doing all over your girl, man?" says Eddie.
Ryan sighs, running his hand over his face.
" We got in a fight. She's just doing what she always does." says Ryan.
" You sure, man? Because if you want, he'll be out of here in about five seconds." says Ray, the other guy in the group.
" No, no. Don't worry about it. You know Theresa. She's gonna do what she's gonna do." says Ryan.
Eddie nods, looking back to the guys and continuing the conversation.
Ryan looks back at Theresa and Frankie, laughing and talking. A part of him wanted to run over there, beat the hell out of Frankie, and drag Theresa outside so they could talk.. or fight this out. But his temper is what caused the fight between them in the first place.
His hand was moving up and down her neck now. He caressed her long, black locks. And she was just letting him do it. Letting him put his hands all over her. That wasn't like Theresa. She had to be drunk. Ryan had only seen her drunk three times since they'd met. And each time, she'd do something more stupid. He wasn't leaving until they had this out.
He didn't care what he had to watch and obsess over.
She leaned her head against the lining of the wall as Frankie began kissing her neck. She didn't struggle. She didn't even move. She just stared at Ryan, as his eyes locked with hers. A part of her didn't even care that he saw. She wanted him to see how hurt she was, and what she was willing to do to get back at him. Maybe this was the boose talking. She didn't know. All she knew was that for one night, she didn't want to care about Ryan Atwood. That was easier said than done.