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His hands were firmly packed in the pockeds of his skinny jeans, he was a bit more serious than he usually was, he wasn't really used to making grande gestures with the main component of apologies. He usually just skipped that step, no harm done. But this was Tyler's sister, for the love of god, and if he was ever planning on setting things right with him again, he simply had to do this. His sister, god, what the bloody hell was he thinking? No, actually, he wasn't thinking at all, that made a lot more sense. He should have remembered the face of the girl before him, he should have known he had seen her in some of Tyler's photos on Facebook, he should have.. he should have known. So now he had to do things the hard way, he had to pay her a visit, tell her he was sorry and make things okay between himself and this girl before he could even think of settling things with Tyler. Shit. He shouldn't have been such a drunken idiot. He shouldn't have consumated so much alcohol. Or, at the least, he should have stayed with Thea. Should have had hot and smoking sex with her or, possibly, should have just rolled on the bed with her a bit and then drop as if dead from the poison in his veins. He didn't even remember the scenario that went down between him and Zoe, he remembered waking up as the sun was rising with a hangover the size od Mount Everest and a really sore throat. Three days later, Ty confronts him. And now? Well, now he was going to do the right thing. For once. He walked up the few stairs to end up standing on the wooden porch, her silhouette on the swing chair. He cleared his throat to catch her attention. »Hey,« he mumbled awkwardly. He was not used to this, not in the slightest. »Uhm, nothing crazy this time, I just came to apologize.. for the idiotic crap I pulled the other night.« He was quite uncomfortable, moving the weight of his entire body from one leg to the other, nervously catching her eye and quickly loosing the eye contact again. Jesus.

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he did it again without even knowing; he just assumed she'd accept his apology, hej ust figured with a guy as charming as he was, it wouldn't really be a problem. The second she looked at him, it was obvious it wouldn't be nearly as easy. She had that kind of look in her eyes, the kind which just made him more and more nervous by the second. He raised his left hand, he ran his fingers through his hair to calm down a bit; god, he was so obviously not good at this. »I mean, I–« No, he really didn't have a clue as to what went down; other than what Ty told him in his angry righteous lecture. »I, well, your brother told me..« He shrugged, he had nothing else to say about the subject. He didn't remember and it wasn't exactly something he could fix. He had a few flashes, mostly from when he was obviously swimming in his skinny jeans, other than that he had nothing. He wasn't sorry about not remembering, tho, he was sorry about being a dick in the first place. Tyler didn't tell him everything, but what he did tell him was enough; he obviously shamed and upset the girl and he was here to set things right. He did get credit for that, did he not? »Well, I – obviously I wasn't my very charming self,« he tried to make a joke, an uncomfortable smile appearing on his face. Oh, this wasn't working, oh god, this was worse than he ever expected. It was like excusing himself just wasn't in his programme, like he was completely unable to do so. Jesus Christ. »But I'm not – I'm not here because of Tyler.« He paused, he felt like she would know if he was lying. »I mean, yeah, he's pissed off at me, too, but I have to clean up one mess at a time and I guess..« He shrugged; oh, this did not happen to him very often. He always knew exactly what to say. Every single time.. And now he was completely lost. He had nothing. »I really am sorry, Zoe,« he finally said after a longer pause in which he tried to think of the only important thing he was trying to say.

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»Well..« He paused, a confused expression on his face. What was this game? Didn't she.. well, she was the one who told Tyler, she was the only one there beside him, right? So she told him what happened and Ty told Dylan, probably with quite a lot more pissed tone then the one he imagined Zoe using. Of course he might have imagined wrong. »Well, he told me about.. what happened the other night. The.. large bits I fail to remember.« He cleared his throat again, god, this was too nervewrecking for him. He wasn't the type to get nervous, not even on stage, not with new people, not when people were yelling at him, not when he knew he did something wrong and was discovered. He was never this unease and it was quite the sensational feeling. Definately something he'll be grateful for later. Definately something he didn't at all want to feel now. »I – I'm sorry.« That was the point his heart started racing. Shit, shit, what the fuck did he do to her? He obviously wasn't just a drunken idiot, if he was just that he doubted she'd react the way she did. Did he.. did he, like, hurt her? Do something to her that she wouldn't tell Ty because it was.. too painfull? At that moment his face turned completely pale. He was quite sure je could never hurt a girl, not one as sweet as her anyway, but at the same time he remembered pretty much nothing of that night. Shit, he really did something extremely bad, didn't he? All the ego just kind of left his body at that moment, all the self-admiration, everything that made him who he was and all there was left was.. basically a scared little boy. »I..« This was not good, this was not good at all, he couldn't even remember when was the last time he felt pressure like this. He didn't know what to say, what to do, how to act, everything just started getting more and more blury. why, that was the only thing going through his head. Why the fuck?! »I don't know what to say, Zoe, I – I didn't mean to – please, look, I'll do anything it takes, really.«

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He opened his mouth, only half-sounding an »I–« but again he was lost for words. He was nervous, totally out of his game and absolutely not expecting a shocker like this one. He felt like he might have hit her with a shovel and raped her multiple times perhaps.. and he didn't even remember. Was that him? Would he be capable of anything like that? Usually when he was drunk he just dozed off somewhere.. what if this time he actually.. did something? Something really bad? And then her face kind of softened, he couldn't catch up with the change straight away, tho. It took him a few moments, actually, it took him a lot. And then she posed the question and opened up a book and suddenly everything was extremely weird. His face frowned. »Hold on.. what?« His eyebrows raised quickly in the moment of complete confusion. This.. made no sense what so ever. He took a few steps towards, leaning over the opened book. Maths. He was extremely bad at maths, obviously, otherwise he probably wouldn't have picked acting as a profession. »You want me.. to solve a math problem?« His eyes found hers. What.. what was this? What game was she playing here? Was she.. Was she really..? »Zoe Grimes,« he started off slowly, quietly, leaning his head to the right, »are you making fun of me?« A soft smile instantly appeared on his lips because this.. this was not about something he had done. This was actually the furthest thing form it! This was her getting back at him! This was her little vendetta plan! And he totally fell for it! »You.. you are.. you're twisted, you know that!« He giggled, taking the pen in his hands, writting down on the empty piece of paper: I don't know maths, but I know I'd like to take you out to dinner, sliding it over the table to her, turning it so she could see it, still smiling. This girl was pretty much wha he'd call a perfect match.

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The level of ease he was feeling was getting bigger and bigger and he could literally feel how he was getting back to his normal self. God, she totally messed with his head and left him speechless for a while there, so, naturally, it was perhaps about the time to leave those games at the side. He probably couldn't handle her manipulating him like that again, he was usually the one tricking others. He still did believe she was way out of her game with this, he also believed he could best her, but that was for another time perhaps. The time when everything calms down and becomes extremely boring. Then they can go back to mind games and he can get his well deserved pay back. The only thing he really wanted to do now was taking her to dinner, to be honest. She slid the paper back to his side and he anxiously read the written words. Then he looked up at her, a kind of disbelief in his eyes, saying only, »Really?« She was aware, he would think, that he was a theatre student? That the last time he did math was about a lifetime ago and that when he realized he scored a D- on his last test, getting him to pass maths altogether, he got high on dope and burned said test with his Bob Dylan lighter. Where the hell was that lighter, anyway? A while back he had a search party, then he eventually just forgot about it. He'll buy another. »I mean.. I can try, but I can't guarantee anything good,« he finally shrugged, taking the text book on the table into his hands, marking it with the piece of paper that was previosly going from him to her and back again. »So I'll just pick you up, say, tomorrow at eight?« His lips formed a whicked, satisfied smile; by the time she won't be able to catch him off his game, not anymore, not ever. By the time he'll be wrapping her around his little finger and she'll totally love it. The only problem now was, well, probably Thea. They were friends on facebook, he saw that. He probably shouldn't tell her he was going out with Zoe, just in case. Wouldn't want her to freak out or anything.

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»Oh, God..« A trail of frustration appeared on his face. There was this guy in his fraternity, a great guy, he studied maths and he could help him. He was actually thinking of getting back to the house and asking him to solve the problem for him, but Zoe was being so very persistant. God damn it. Could she really tell? Surely she was just bluffing. »Oh, you're good,« he smiled at her as she read him like an open book. He was pretty obvious, wasn't he? Then again it didn't bother him as much, theatre was his life and if that was something he had written on his forehead, he was fine with that. »Theatre arts,« he nodded, knowing that she still didn't hit the targed – but in all honesty, she came really close, especially for someone who he had just now met for the second time in his life. They must have spent, what, less than an hour with each other in their entire lives.. That thought was quite interesting. He found her so amazingly appealing although they didn't know each other at all. At all. But his sixth sense was usually spot on when it came to seeing the nature of people and understanding how they function. He was quite positive he was right about her; she was a beautiful girl who will prove to be great company. He knew it. »You want it to be mine?« he repeated with a confident smirk on his face. Oh, she was totally going to fall for him, he knew it; the problem was he didn't realize that at the same time he was laughing about her upcoming affections for him, he had no idea he would also.. get his feet swept off the ground. That was something he could never expect; oh, how wrong he was. »Oh yes, I'm a math genius, I was just playing ignorant,« he put the words in a sarcastic tone, just to make sure she understands how he was really not interested in doing homework for her. But he did say he'd do anything, plus she had those pretty big eyes and that amazingly wide smile and she just kind of touched his heart in a way he couldn't, at the time, understand yet. »Are you saying you want to be facebook friends?« His eyebrows raised, the smirk on his face remained. That was a cute and completely subtle way of getting new social media friends, so, naturally, he needed to make her feel at least a bit awkward about it.

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He was already forming a half-smile, knowing she was by all means right, then he frowned immediately as she spoke again. »What?« He thought they were at the same page, but right now he really didn't understand the context of her words. Was she perhaps a religious maniac? Probably not, that was why nothing really made sense in the first place. He wasn't the believer kind, he really wasn't, which was, perhaps, also part of the problem. His face flattened, finally, just to show her he doesn't really care and that she doesn't need to speak about such heavy topics if she doesn't want to. He didn't really need an explanation, he was, after all, known for saying dumb shit here and there, too. »Alright,« he nodded, still feeling quite satisfied; her words were, he imagined, carrying hidden meaning. She wanted it to be his, a phrase that in her mind perhaps meant nothing, meant everything in his. »Well, I can pick you up here.. if that isn't, hm, a problem in any way.« He knew how girls in sororities were, they got totally crazy when a girl went out with a boy, they were the ones that made sure rumours traveled with the speed of light and they often made what was a simple dinner look like a total betreyal. He was sure news would travel to Thea's ears in a matter of seconds, too, so he added after a few seconds: »Or, you know, I can just meet you at the place. Do you know the Red Lobster? It's on the beach, best sea food on the island, I shit you not.« Red Lobster was the best thing; they had every single sea food a person could think of and although it looked like a ruin, it was actually a pretty cozy place with great staff, low prices and neverending plates of delicious goodnes. »Don't do me any favours, love, if you don't want to be facebook friends, I can understand that,« he made a dramatically offended face, obviously acting for the sake of entertainment, not because he'd actually want her to think he took it as an insult.