Not This Again (Livy)

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

There was only one reason that Seta had been dragged out to stupid Forks for the stupid carnival, and that reason was his younger sister. She had made plans to go with some girlfriends, and had begged him for a ride. Deciding against driving all the way back to Seattle, he’d instead lingered, part to keep an eye on Midori, and part just to check stuff out. He’d expected it to be lame, and so far that wasn’t far from the truth. Small towns and their excitement.

Lucky for him he’d come prepared. Not only did he have a nearly full pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, but he also had a slim flask tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. Not that he planned to draw on it much, not with having to drive back to Seattle when Midori was done. But it was there if he needed it.

With his hands shoved in his pockets, he was currently wandering up and down the game booths, debating how much it was worth to try winning Midori something cute. He was decent at most games if he tried, especially those to do with aiming. It probably came from years of video games, but he had fairly decent hand-eye coordination. Eyeing up the shooting gallery, he realized that he recognized a shock of blonde hair.

… Jesus Christ. Again?

Well, he could fight or flee. And he was in a fighting mood. Adopting a cocky smirk, he strolled over and laid a crumpled bill on the counter. He wouldn’t draw attention to himself just yet. His accuracy at the stupid game would do that for him rather nicely.

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OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

Livy rarely ventured into Forks; it wasn’t exactly a happening place. The closest she usually came was when she was visiting Port Angeles, which had some adorable little boutiques where she could get her hands on one-of-a-kind bags and up and coming designer clothes! During her last visit to Port Angeles, she’d spotted a sign that announced that the Annual Spring Carnival was rolling into town. And who didn’t love a good carnival?! She’d tried to talk Rubie into going with her, but she was busy studying or something equally tedious, and Liv really didn’t apply herself that much. So instead she’d made plans with some girl friends, minus her twin, and today they’d made the long journey down the high way to the sleepy little town to check out the Carnival.

Today, Liv dressed casually; a vest top, jeans and light bomber jacket with a chequered shirt tied loosely around her waist, paired a pair of chunky heeled boots. Her hair had been tugged back into a ponytail, with a pair of sunglasses pinning the stray hairs back from her face. The weather was relatively warm, and for once, the sun was almost peeking out from behind the clouds. It was nice to be out of the house and making the most of not worrying if you were about to get rained upon!

The carnival was actually pretty decent, lots of fun rides and plenty of things to see. The girls had already made a round through the food court area and inhaled some corndogs. It was rare that Livy ate junk food. It wasn’t that she calorie counted; she just liked to watch what she ate; designer clothes sizes weren’t exactly plus size friends… not that she was anywhere near plus size anyway… But being at the fun fair was a rarity, so it was written off as a cheat day and she intended to cheat hard.

Liv was never any good at the games at a carnival, she was one hundred percent sure that they were rigged anyway. But still, she loved the atmosphere. She felt like a child all over again; although that made zero sense seen as her parents never brought her to a place like this. The blonde dragged her friends to check out what booths they had here. Hook a duck. Coconut shy. Fish cup. Oooh! That would definitely put a bee in her mother bonnet, if she went home with a goldfish! As she turned to share her evil plan with her girl friends, a certain someone caught her eye. Seta. Ugh. A rush of rage and confidence washed over her. Leaving her friends chatting about some cute guy they’d just spotted, she marched over, folding her arms across her stomach and a deep frown on her face. ”Are you like stalking me now?!”

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NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

The simple target game was practically child’s play for Seta. He stretched comfortably across the counter and brought the toy rifle to his shoulder. Taking aim at the flashing targets, he began to make quick work of them, but a somewhat jarring voice made him pause. Resting the butt of the tethered gun on the counter, Seta turned to look at the Princess herself, looking as threatening as an angry hamster. “Don’t flatter yourself, Kid. If it wasn’t for my sister I wouldn’t even be here. I’m just trying to make the damn thing bearable. Now, if you don’t freaking mind, I’m trying to win something here.”

Closing one eye, he resumed shooting at the flashing lights, smirking as he nailed each one perfectly. Maybe he could talk at the same time. “Where’s Prince Charming? Probably wouldn’t be caught dead slumming it in Forks at the kiddie carnival. Which makes me wonder what you’re doing showing your pretty little face here. Maybe it’s you stalking me.” Probably far from true, but it was worth it to see the look on her face.

When the final shot hit its’ mark, he grinned and set the bright coloured rifle back down. The carny behind the booth was congratulatory, but Seta could tell there was a hint of resentment there, making him part with a plush prize. He’d originally planned to pick something to give to Midori, but somehow… yes. This would be much more fun. He could win Midori something else.

After making his selection, Seta turned and smirked at Liv, holding out the somewhat homely octopus. It was bright yellow, with massive buggy eyes, and it looked like it had been around for a while. Which made it entirely perfect as a gift to annoy someone. “Here you go, Baby. For you. You look like you need a friend with half a brain, unlike that giggling herd you tend to run with. Together they might be as smart as he is.” Was he courting disaster? Yes. Yes he was.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

Livy glared at Seta, as she watched him clearly showing off, using the plastic gun as if it were a real one. She completely ignored the fact that upon her approach, he had actually been hitting the targets. Right now was not time to be admiring his target work. Someone’s been playing to many video games, she thought dryly to herself, fighting the urge to roll her eyes in favour of keeping the annoyed look on her face. The blonde girl kept her arms folded across her chest as he turned to look at her. He still had that damn smug look on his face. She’d been hoping that the boat trip would have knocked that out of him. Ugh. ”Unless your sister is suddenly invisible, it looks like you’re here alone…” she didn’t care that it was possible that his sister could be elsewhere in the carnival.

”You expect me to believe that you just happened to be in the same area of the carnival as I am today… and you just happened to turn up at the gala… its getting weird. Am I going to have to get a restraining order?!” Alright, she was probably blowing this out of proportion, but at times she was a drama queen. Scanning her eyes over the rather downtrodden looking toys dangling from hooks, she couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her lips at the image that appeared in her head. ”Trying to win yourself a fluffy purple teddy to take to bed tonight huh?” The image of him curled up in bed with a teddy under her chin was enough to evaporate her annoyance for a moment.

Turning her back to the game, she lent her backside against the ledge with a huff, looking out across the other booths and the rest of the carnival. Only occasionally she glanced back at him or over her shoulder to see exactly how he was doing. ”You know, me and Colton are not attached at the hip. But Colton, if you must know, is in New York this weekend. Not like it’s any of your business, anyway.” The temporary evaporation of her annoyance was now gone, and he was once again under her skin. ”Girls day out,” Liv nodded towards the group of girls that she’d come to Forks with who where all buys chatting to a group of lads slightly older than them. ”Plus, there is cotton candy here… sorry to burst your bubble. Candy brought me here, not you.” Her hands twiddled the hair in her pony tail over her shoulder; a nervous habit. Though why she was nervous now, she’d never know.

”Show off,” the blonde muttered under her breath. She stayed leaning against the ledge, but her gaze was now firmly fixed away from Seta. Why she’d even approached him in the first place was a mystery. For some reason, she found herself always drawn towards him. It was bizarre because he pushed all her buttons every single time. Whenever she was around him, she was usually annoyed… and today wasn’t the day that that tradition was going to be broken.

Then something bright and yellow caught her attention in the corner of her eye… standing up straight her eyes gazed from the thing that was not so clearly supposed to be an octopus to the clearly overly pleased with himself Seta. Fine, two could play this game. Instantly, she plastered her face with a mask of pleasure surprise! ”For me?! Oh sugar! You shouldn’t have!” Reaching out, Liv took the offending yellow octopus and hugged it to her chest! ”You’re my hero, I love it! I’ll call it Ace,” She smirked. That was the nickname that she’d given Seta the night she’d met him at the theatre. ”You’re so thoughtful. Thinking of lil old me!”

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NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

Oh Livy. So tiny and sassy. And opinionated as hell, per usual. Yet this time, Seta was back in his comfort zone. He could handle this so much easier than trying to argue with her on a stupid boat while his stomach threatened to betray him at every lurch and roll of the boat. “Last I checked she wasn’t invisible, but you never know what they sell at crap carnivals like this. She could have found an invisibility potion. Or maybe a love potion.” … Actually, no, she better not have, because he’d knock in whatever guy’s face that tried anything with Midori.

“Hey, I was here first. You could be the stalker, not me.” She could fuss all she wanted, but as far as Seta was concerned it was still a damn free country, and besides, it hadn’t even been his idea to go to the stupid carnival in the first place. Still, he glanced up at the toys and arched an eyebrow. “Not exactly, but thanks for thinking of me in bed. I’ll tell you now that whatever you’re picturing? It’s better than that.” Thank God he had confidence in spades when he needed to.

He continued shooting away at the targets, pleased that even with the distraction that was Olivia Hayni, he was still hitting his mark every time. “No, you’re not. You’re barely attached at all, the way I see it. I told you before, if you were my girlfriend I would have caved his face in the first time we had the misfortune of meeting. He didn’t even blink.” No, he wasn’t going to give up on that fact, because it was damn well true. “Is he bringing you back some tacky, expensive present at least?” He would. Maybe. But she wasn’t his, now was she? Nor was he in New York doing God knows what. At her gesture he glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrow arched slightly. Good girls talking to older boys, hmm? “Looks like you’re a terrible influence on them. Chatting up older boys is the in thing now, is it?” Or maybe it was just because they were away from almost everyone they knew in Seattle. It was probably a little freeing. “No bubble bursting here. Just remember, cotton candy goes straight to your ass.” He’d never dare say that to his sister. But Livy? Anything to get a rise out of her.

“Only a show off for you, baby,” he murmured, a more confident smirk appearing. It was easy to show off, if only because he knew it bothered her. His friends weren’t as easy to impress, or rather, it took more to impress them. Like shoplifting out something fun from a store. Or attempted drag racing down a quiet street. But shooting at some little targets well enough that Livy noticed? That was easy.

He’d expected the monstrous octopus-like thing to annoy Livy. Yet when her tone changed into that loud, sickly sweet thing? His expression turned confused for a moment, before he scowled. She was going to play? Fine. They could play. “Well of course I did!” He made sure his voice was loud enough that hopefully her friends would overhear. What would they think of the ruffian chatting up their little flock leader? “It looks just like you. Just look at its’ face. Hard not to think of a little buttercup like you, sweet thing.” Slowly, his confident smirk reappeared. “If you’re so happy, how about that kiss? I promise I won’t tell Dopey.”

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

Oh! Maybe she’s fallen in love with a Carnie!” Liv said with a giggle, ”Or maybe one of the freaks in the freak show… maybe she’ll marry the two headed man or the sword eater!” The look on Seta’s face told her that the idea of his sister finding love did not sit well with him. And… well, not only playing on that fact, she was well and truly rubbing salt in the wound. ”Aw, maybe they’ll have little Carnie babies!” Now, she was sniggering at the ideas that were spilling from her mouth. Liv glanced around again, trying to work out if she’d even recognise his sister if she saw her again. She’d only met her briefly at the Regatta.

Forks was a small town, it was one of the reasons that Liv tried to avoid it if she could; constantly running into people that you knew; both who you liked and hated. She was used to living in Seattle, a large city where bumping into people you knew without prior planning was a rarity. The fact that Seta was also living in Seattle, and this was the third time they had bumped into each other, it was starting to get a little unsettling. ”Oh you wish,” she replied, rolling her eyes. If she was going to stalk someone, it would be Leonardo Dicaprio not Seta Hawkins.”Oh really? How can it be better than picturing you wearing a unicorn onsie, cuddles up to a selection of these cuddly creatures? … ooh wearing bunny slippers… you’re right that is better.” Sarcasm laced each word, a wide grin spread across her face. He was so arrogant.

The fact that this cock-womble thought that he had any right to comment on relationship, or lack of, was comical. He definitely didn’t sound like he had any experience of being in a long term committed relationship, so why he thought he could preach to her about her relationship she did not know. While he busied himself showing off, shooting things at targets (yawn), she watched him through narrowed eyes, determined not to show that she was even slightly impressed at the fact that he hadn’t missed once. ”Yeah and I told you before, violence is not the answer, nor is it anyway socially appropriate. Its tacky,” she snapped. ”I’m not your girl, and nor will I ever be, so that, kid, is irrelevant.” Livy looked back towards her friends, following Seta’s gaze. ”Don’t flatter yourself. That’s hardly the case, seen as I’m not chatting up an older guy. They don’t need any encouragement, anyway.” her friends', and including Liv in fact, usually gravitated towards cute guys whenever they were out - hell usually, they attracted the cute guys.

Livs eyes widened and her draw dropped open at his comment. Did he just basically call her ass fat?! ”Excuse me?!” she hissed. ”I’m sure you’re familiar with the size of my ass, considering the amount of time you’ve spent staring at it,” Despite the fact that it wasn’t sunny, Liv pulled her sunglasses down off of the top of her head over her eyes.

It wasn’t his showing off that bothered her the most, it was the whole overly confident, cocky, show off attitude that was grinding on her very last nerve. He was just so smug. Ugh! ”Yeah well, no one else would pay you any attention. So I suppose you have to show off to those that decide you throw you a bone,” The octopus that he’d won and give to her was literally one of the crappiest thing that she’d ever seen. But oddly enough, she kinda liked it. Plus the confused expression of his face from her reaction was enough to ensure that she liked it; though she’d never admit that out loud to anyone – not even herself. She was going to over play it try to annoy him. And then giggle about how stupid it all was on the way home with her friends. ”Aren’t you just the sweetest!” Liv cooed, once again hugging it to her chest. ”I’ll name him Ace, after you,” The blonde narrowed her eyes slightly at him before slipping the sickly sweet smile back over her face. ”Oh honey, you’re going to have to win me a bigger stuffie if you have any chance of getting even a peck on my cheek,” he was pushing his luck; and she was pushing it right back down.

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NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

It was a surprising amount of work to try to keep his face neutral, though impossible to keep the irritation completely off of his face. Seta’s eyes narrowed as Livy giggled, his grip tightening on the fake gun. This made his hoodie stretch taught across his broad shoulders as he tensed, though he didn’t seem to notice. “Carnie’s still better than Malibu Ken,” he shot back, his voice teetering on the edge of a growl. “You never know a book until you read it, even if it has a crap cover.” Like him. He might look rough and tumble, and often act like it, but deep down? He liked to think he was a decent guy. He was protective, loyal as hell, and he wasn’t going to stoop to her level.

“Hey, it’s not wishing. I’ve got proof right here. You can deny it all you want, but we run into each other an awful lot for it to be coincidence.” Not that he really wanted a blonde, bratty stalker. As she began to describe what she thought went on at bedtime, he had to smirk. She wanted to go down that road? Fine. He could play this easy. “Speaking of stalker tendencies, how did you know about that onesie? Or the slippers? Spying isn’t polite, is it now?” If only she knew the truth about what he did in bed. It would make her turn as red as the obnoxious plush caterpillar hanging at the next booth.

“Who cares about tacky if it gets the point across? Is Dopey too prissy to get his hands dirty and hit someone if they deserve it?” Swinging around to look at her properly, he set the gun down and crossed his arms. “You’re being mugged by some psycho with a knife. Dopey’s right beside you. Violence still ‘tackky’ then?” Bad example, maybe, but he wasn’t about to dredge up his own past and let her in on it. She didn’t need to know about the chubby little bully victim he’d left behind in Chicago. As far as he was concerned that kid was dead and buried. His mouth did twist up in a smirk as she denying what she was doing. “You’re talking to someone who’s out of high school, and would be in college if he wanted to play nice with society. I’d call that chatting up an older guy. Unless you have another name for it. You’re in, what, second grade? Third?” She was going to be a brat, he could be a brat right back at her.

And oh did he relish the look on her face. If he did say it to a girl jest, he would have followed it with an offer to take some off of her hands. It wasn’t right if only one of them had a bubble butt and not the other, after all. But right now? Nope, no such offer on the table. ‘Actually, seeing as you were showing it off all over the place at the regatta, I have seen it. And honestly? It could use a little padding.”

The fact that after all the times they’d crashed into each other previously, she still hadn’t learned to let things go was amusing as hell. She could have just ignored him and walked away, but no. Now she was trapped talking to him. Sucks to be Livy. “You know, I was doing just fine without you watching me. Unlike you, I don’t need an audience.” And now she was obsessing over the ugly octopus. Girls were weird. Super weird. “Name him whatever you want, Princess.” So what if he had a creepy ass plushie sort-of named after him? It was a stupid nickname anyway, and one he hadn’t asked for. Still, Livy had now given him an idea. Smirking, he nodded towards another booth and offered his arm out like the gentleman she so made him out not to be. “I’m accepting that as a challenge, but we’re not going bigger, we’re going better.” His intention was to head to the game where you won goldfish. If she was going to be stupid over the plush, he was going to win her something better. Something she had to look after, and hopefully didn’t just flush down the toilet.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

”You know, your constant need to mention Colton and give him pet names is starting to make me wonder if you have a thing for him…?” her voice hushed as if she was spilling a secret. She had found a weak link in his amour and she was attacking it – silly idea really; it was bound to backfire and leave her with egg on her face… but she couldn’t help herself. Liv did notice that his jacket tightened across his shoulders, he wasn’t as scrawny as he first appeared under his hoodie. ”Sure sure, you should tell her to write that into her vows; how romantic.” The blonde wasn’t naive enough to not realise that he’d direct that insult towards her. But the fact of the matter is, she was a little shallow; especially when it came to looks; dating attractive guys made her look better… or that’s how her brain thought anyway, regardless of how they treated her.

Seta though that he was being so cool, Liv just thought he was being a prat. ”Whatever. This was my stomping ground before it was yours. So if anyone is likely to be here, it me.. and if anyone was likely to follow someone here it would be you…! There was no real evidence or belief that he’d followed her there. From what she could remember of the whole Regatta drama, they had been both pretty happy never to see each other again. ”Psh don’t flatter yourself,” Liv huffed, cocking an eyebrow at him and rolling her blue eyes. ”You just look that type you know… secret unicorn lover at heart; you can see it from a mile away. Basically you have a neon sign above your head that tells people you’re an eight year old girl at heart.” There was a little voice at the back of her head telling her to stop and walk away now; but never one to back-down; she let her thoughts flow out of her mouth without passing through a filter first.

”Why would throwing a punch get a point cross? You know there’s like a million other ways to do that too… like walking way like a real, grown up man. Throwing fists is what toddlers do when they can’t get their own way. In the space of a few minutes, not only had she called him a toddler, but also an eight year old girl… her comebacks were also that of an eight year old girls… but she didn’t care. The blonde looked at Seta as if he had grown an extra head. ”Alright drama queen. Calm down.” Liv had never really thought about what would happen in a situation like that… why would she? ”Jeeze, you really are a negative Nelly.” Liv avoided answering his question, because she honestly had no idea. The idea of being robbed at knife point with no protection from a boyfriend definitely did suck… but fighting was definitely still tacky. ”How on Earth does that fact that you’re out of high school and could be in college translate into chatting up an older guy? If I thank the attendant for passing me a prize, does that mean I’m flirting with him?” If she was flirting with him, she’d be giggling and giving him doey eyes, none of this bickering with each other crap. He couldn’t help but inflating his own ego. ”Oh burn,” she muttered sarcastically. ”I’m a senior, if you must know.”

”Showing it off? Hardly. You’re certainly not someone I’d show off my assets for thank you very much. More like you couldn’t stop perving over it!” He was such an asshole. Liv could feel herself getting annoyed by the fact that he was insulting her appearance. She wasn’t used to it; she didn’t know how to handle it. Usually guys complimented her, not insulted her. ”Well it looks like your body has plenty of padding to share around,” Liv spat at him. Alright, she had officially sunk to the lowest that she’d ever been before.

It was like Livy saw Seta as a conquest. Not in the “I must win him over and make him love me” kind of conquest that guys often saw in girls… but as in the “I must out do you with your stupid comments and instults” kind of conquest. Liv had definitely met her match with him. It was invigorating having someone who she could spar with and not having them back down straight away. ”Believe it or not, I didn’t come over here to observe your ability to hit a few plastic things with a toy gun,” She had of course gone over to confront him about stalking her… which she had done… so why the hell was she still there talking to him?! Ugh. The few times that they had been forced together, today included, it was like they were opposite ends of a magnet; opposite but drawn together and difficult to separate… and she had no idea why. ”I will. Because he’s mine. You gave him to me.” It was obvious that Seta had intended to annoy her with it. ”I mean, sure you could have won that cute fluffy bunny rabbit….. but hey, maybe your shot wasn’t good enough to win the big pize.” Instantly, at his words, Livy was both intrigued as suspicious. What was he planning?! And just for a kiss on the cheek? She was kind of regretting saying that now, because she had a sneaky feeling she may have to eat her words. Hesitantly, she slipped her arm through his as he offered it. She’d been trained by her mother to be a lady and to take a gentleman’s arm when offered. ”Alright, you’re on. Deal,” Oh Liv. What have you just agreed too?! ”Lead the way,”

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NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

Livy didn’t want to play this game with him. As she made her accusation, Seta tilted his head to the side in mock deep thought. “You know, he would be, but the thing is, I don’t do brainless beach boys.” He wasn’t about to be mocked even if he did swing that way partially or even fully. She wanted to play that game? Game on, sister. “Sure, I’ll do that. It’d be better than anything you came up with, I’m sure.” He didn’t do shallow people, and Liv was as shallow as he’d ever met. It was one of the reasons he liked trying to knock her down a peg or six whenever they were together. Which… really did seem an awful lot since they’d first met. Ugh.

“Please. Like you’re worth my time to stalk. And for the record, you don’t own this dinky little town, or the stupid carnival. Unless Daddy bought it in the last five minutes, stuff it.” If he’d had his way, he wouldn’t have seen her since the movie incident. While it had been fun and all, it had also been annoying as hell, and each time they’d run into each other since he’d only seen more and more he didn’t like about Olivia Hayni. Sure, taking her down a peg was fun and all, but even he had limits. … But then she’d bring back the less biting, more sarcastic verbal sparring match again, and the game was back on. It was as confusing as it was challenging, and while he didn’t exactly know what to make of it, he also found that it was hard to back down from. Liv both infuriated and amused him, and he didn’t know which tended to win out in the end by the time they parted. Which made things more confusing. … He needed a road map, or something to help figure things out. “Eight year old girl at heart, nineteen year old delinquent dude on the outside. Sounds about right. My sister would probably agree, actually.” But that was primarily because he was a royal sucker for her, and would do just about anything she asked. That included practicing nail art on him, and more than once at that. What else were brothers good for?

Clearly Livy hadn’t had the kind of experiences Seta had had growing up. He’d had to learn fast how to defend himself, and even that hadn’t saved him on the best of days. Fighting back, walking away, it had all ended the same. At least going down fighting felt like he was actually doing something about it. “That’s not being negative, that’s life. Sometimes it sucks.” He knew that more than some, and definitely more than Livy. While he realized that she’d ducked answering the question, he was more than to change the discussion. “Well… how do I put this delicately?” Now he was out of his gloom and doom mood, he was back to being ready to slide under Liv’s skin. “I’m older, and taller than you. Therefore, you’re chatting up to an older guy.” Smooth he was not, but he thought it was funny. “Senior? Oh come on, don’t be so hard on yourself. You don’t look a day over six, not sixty.” … Come on, it was a little funny.

“Honey, that thing at the Regatta was barely legal, and it was hard to look anywhere but right at it. Ask anyone that was there.” She could gripe at him all she wanted, he wasn’t letting go of that. Yet when she flung the insult at him, he froze. That was something he hadn’t heard for a long, long time, and hadn’t expected to hear. His jaw set, and for a moment his hazel eyes burned. He wanted to say something terrible back, but he wasn’t going to sink to her level. After a few moments of gathering himself, he rolled his shoulders in what he hoped was a casual-ish shrug. “Well, you’d know, with all that time you’ve spent looking at it.” There. More tact than she’d officially managed.

“No? So what did you come over here for, then? If not just to admire my ass.” That was harder to say, but at least he’d pulled it off with some kind of cocky confidence. Small miracles. “Hey, for your information I could have had anything I wanted. That thing just spoke to me. It said it needed to go home with you.” If Livy hadn’t shown up he’d probably have taken the massive fluffy kitten plush and brought it to his sister. He’d just have to win her something else now, but that was fine.

Livy’s receptiveness to his offer was somewhat surprising, but Seta wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He grinned as she gave him her arm, and he was quick to escort her to the fish bowl game. If she really didn’t want the fish, he supposed Midori would take it, otherwise he’d be stuck looking after the thing. It was a gamble, but at this point it was one he was willing to take. “I’m holding you to that,” he murmured before stopping in front of the stall. Setting a few crumpled bills from his pocket on the counter with his free hand, he peeked at the tiny blonde beside him. “Seeing as we got a water theme happening… I’m winning you a fish. Easily five and a half times better than Ace. I told you. Challenge accepted.”

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

Livy shrugged her shoulders at Seta. ”Hey, I ain’t judging. You could have a guilty pleasure for hot rich guys for all I know,” Colton was from one of the most elite families in Seattle; he was heir to some multibillion company that was known all over the world. Every girl (and some guys) wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him.Liv had been the lucky one to capture his attention in high school, and even luckier that it had developed into a long term semi serious relationship. They were the power couple at school and at social events, so to say. Everyone always gushed at how lucky she was. Sure, lucky. Liv really did like Colton; but she wasn’t sure he was the one. The only thing they really had in common was that they were both from wealthy families and were from Seattle. Not that she’d admit that out loud; especially not to this jerk off. A snort of derision came out of the blonde’s mouth at his words. ”Meow, I think you just stole a six year old girl’s come back there. What’s next? “I know you are, I said you are, but what am I?” or “I’m rubber … you’re glue..?”” Livy wouldn’t say that she was shallow; just that she valued appearance and background just as much as she valued a personality. She liked to look good and be with people who took care of their appearance and has aspirations; goals. To her, she saw nothing wrong with having high standards. Apparently Seta had no standards.

It sounded like Seta wanted to see her as much as she had wanted to see him again after that Regatta. Her mom had given her the whole “he seems like a lovely son; but ensure that you stick with Colton” chat when she had gotten home. Seta was so far from her type; there was no way she’d had even given him a second look if he hadn’t spilt her drink over her at the theatre and she definitely wouldn’t have spoken to him at the Regatta if he hadn’t appeared to have a personality transplant at first; that squeaky clean persona had quickly disappeared too. ”Whatever,” Liv huffed, with a roll of her eyes. It was clear that none of them had actual reason or desire to stalk the other, but now it had been brought up; neither of them wanted to back down. So far, Liv could probably count the things that she did like about Seta on one hand… probably using two fingers ironically. But she also had a long list of all the things that she didn’t like him; one that would require multiple hands. The more time she spent in his presence, the longer the list became. He just knew how to get under her skin, and it made her uncomfortable. Yet; having a sparring partner that gave as good as he got; despite the fact that she was a girl; was oddly addicting. ”Hmm... if she were actually here today at the carnival I’m sure she’d back me up too.”

Liv looked at Seta like he was crazy. That’s life?. No that wasn’t life. That definitely wasn’t the life that Olivia Hayni had, nor was it the life that any of her friends had. The worse thing that really effected Liv’s life was being grounded after coming home drunk or having her credit card or car taken off of her. Not being mugged at knife point. ”If that’s life, maybe you’re hanging out in the wrong places.” she suggested, not really giving much thought to what had even provoked that kind of comment out of him. It was a definite Seta is from Mars and Liv is from Venus kind of situation. ”That’s really playing fast and loose with the definition of chatting up an old guy.” If she was flirting, there would be way more giggling and hair flipping. The sparring they had going on wasn’t flirting… was it? If anything; he was flirting with her more than she was him. ”My skin care girl will be thrilled to hear your compliment!” she replied sarcastically. Okay. That was funny, she’ll give him that one.

”So, you admit it. You checked out my ass the entire day! I knew it!” Liv wasn’t short of confidence. She had always been slim and pretty; and people freely told her so. She was used to guys chatting her up and ogling her; and she enjoyed it most of the time. It was an ego boost for the teen. It did however ensure that she didn’t really think about other people and their issues with their own bodies; so she could be a little careless with her words. Seta clearly wasn’t fat, but after his comment about her ass needing some padding; she’d lashed out. Her blue eyes focused on him for a moment, and she felt herself tense. He hadn’t said anything, but his body language set her on edge. Liv being Liv, wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, but something was telling her she had dodged a bullet when he casually threw back at her what she had said to him first. ”Force of habit; surveying the talent,” she replied. Notice, no denying she had in fact checked him out.

That was a very good question Seta, why did Livy leave her friends and approach you other than the already discussed stalking issue, which turned out to be nothing but tit for tat? ”Social conventions state that it would have been rude to act like I hadn’t seen you when I had. Blame debutant training,” she stated as a matter of fact. Bullshit more like. ”You’re telling me you could have won me that gigantic unicorn teddy, but instead you let a talking octopus talk you into choosing it instead? Are you high?” Liv held the octopus up her eyelevel to take another look at it; it had definitely seen better days. She pulled a yeesh kind of face like this, before dropping it back to her side. ”Thanks… I guess.” Despite its short comings, she already had a soft spot for the stuffie animal.

Never one to shy away from a bet, or any form of competition – something that had gotten her into a few sticky situation like playing strip poker in the Hamptons last winter – his offer was not one she could refuse. Especially because he had offered it, he knew what buttons to push on her and this was her way to attempt to regain some control. Liv looked at the game and goldfish swimming around in their bags in front of her. A fish? He was going to win her a fish? Liv didn’t have any pets; her mom wouldn’t allow it. That fact alone wanted him to actually be successful and win a fish for her – she’d get to piss her mom off which was easily worth conceiting victory to Seta on this one. ”I don’t think anything can beat Ace, but you can try.” The blonde lent against the counter looking at all the different fish. ”What have you gotta do to win?”

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[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don’t let go Olivia May Hayni

“Not a chance. If I’m gonna chase a guy, he’s gotta at least have some standards. And a bad reputation.” He gave her a confident smirk, because he knew he was pressing buttons. It was actually a pretty fun game with Liv, watching her gears turn and her buttons get pressed one by one. But no, Colton was of exactly zero interest to him. The only thing that kept him coming back was that he seemed attached at the hip to Liv, yet he couldn’t be assed to lift a finger to help his dainty little princess when she needed it. That was low, especially for an elitist little prince like him. “Hey now, don’t knock the classics. Rubber and glue are insult staples, thank you.” He might have been on the verge of legal adulthood, but at heart Seta Hawkins was still very much a child when he wanted to be.

Aaaand now she was pouting. Well. Seta counted that as a win in his books. The single huffed word told him that this was over, at least for now, and he suspected that Liv didn’t get put in her place very often. That made the victory that much sweeter. He’d take what he could get, and right now if that was all she would afford him, he’d be happy with it. He didn’t like her any more than she seemed to like him. She was spoiled, entitled, bratty, and shallow as hell. The girls he liked were so much more loose, carefree. He didn’t have to play guessing games with them – they laid out what they wanted for everyone to see, and didn’t seem to give a damn what the world thought. Girls like that, he could easily get behind. Girls like Livy? Nope. “Oh, she’d back you up, sure. And then point out that it’s not a bad thing.” If he could count on Midori for one thing only, it was to have his back, no matter what.

Being looked at like he’d lost his mind wasn’t new for Seta by a long shot. Yet the way Livy did it bothered him. Like she was looking down from her ivory tower at him, a mere ant in the dirt. He firmly set his jaw in annoyance at her rather flippant response. “Not all of us grew up in a pampered palace, Kid. Remember that before you open your mouth.” Girls like her didn’t get pushed around or bullied. Hell, they were usually doing the bullying in the first place. She didn’t have a reason to know what it could be like. Not that he was truly interested in enlightening her about it. She’d probably just laugh it off. “That may be, but at least I’m not the one playing jailbait. You came to me, not the other way around.” He still didn’t know how old she really was, but younger than him was close enough. “Why am I not surprised you have a skin girl? You probably have a shoe girl, and a hair girl, and a clothes girl, and a food girl… where does it end?”

Christ, she wasn’t going to let that go, was she? Seta rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Not the entire day. I might have gone blind from looking at that pale thing. How did you mother let you out of the house looking like that, anyway?” His mother would have collared his sister before she set foot out the door and had her change into something at least a hair longer. Then again, Midori was a good girl, and didn’t have a desire to flash her ass all over the place. As for Livy, at least she’d backed down a little from flinging insults about his body. Weird as it was for him to be sensitive to that as a guy, he was. Sue him. “Talent, huh? Why? Looking to hire a hitman? I’d take Dopey out for free.” Nope. Still not leaving Colton alone.

Social conventions. Seta snorted a laugh. “Social conventions also probably state that if you hate someone as much as you seem to hate me, you don’t go talk to them. Now look what you’ve done. You’re stuck with me now.” It hardly surprised him that she’d done some kind of outdated debutante training. Her mother seemed the type to get her girls involved in insanely archaic ideals like that. “Oh baby, I’m high on something, but it’s not drugs. … Maybe a little alcohol, but that’s about it. But when a talking octopus says he needs to go home with a princess, who am I to deny his dreams? Maybe you should kiss him. Might turn into a prince. Or at least a step up from Dopey.” Again with the insults. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. Why couldn’t she see he wasn’t worth her time? Money and status wasn’t everything.

“Oh come on. Fish versus Ace? No contest. I mean, Ace is great, yeah, but a fish is a freaking fish. … Just promise you won’t flush it. If you won’t take care of it, I’ll give it to my sister.” Though he’d originally wanted to do this in fun, he also wanted to trust her with the little life. He’d feel terrible if he sent a creature to its’ doom. “Easy. Throw rings into the water. Get enough in the same bowl and you win the fish.” And with his hand-eye coordination, he was fairly confident he could do this. “Get those lips ready, Baby.”

With rings in hand, he quickly sized up one of the bowls near the edge of the table. It took a few throws, but eventually the majority of his rings ended up in the one he wanted, and he was handed a bagged fish. Grinning like a loon, he presented the bag to Livy. “Told ya.”

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

all this bad blood here.

This whole situation was going nowhere fast, and Liv was getting tired of his insults about Colton. So what he hadn’t jumped to her defence when Seta had acted inappropriately at the movie theatre last time. Liv was a big girl, she handled herself – well more like security handled it, but whatever. It wasn’t exactly a bad situation, she was sure if Seta had tried to touch her up or punch her or something it would have been different. Guys from her social situation didn’t get themselves into fist fights for nothing. After all they were being trained up by their fathers to take over their businesses; and they sure as hell couldn’t turn up to the board meeting with a black eye and busted lip. ”Sure, sure.” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Livy knew that Seta was pushing her buttons and trying to annoy her, and he knew he was achieving his goal, which only annoyed her even more. She didn’t like him, at all. He was insufferable. Ugh. Sure, she was spoilt and used to getting her own way all the time, but there was something about Seta that got under her skin. ”I never said there was anything wrong with it, if you wanna be an eight year old girl who loves unicorns and playing dress up, then good for you.” she snapped. Who was he assuming that she was judging him.

”Take a chill pill,” Liv held up her hands in defence, ”You say that like it’s a bad thing? Like its my fault that my family has money. Talk about being judgemental.” Yes, Livy came from a very wealthy family and yes she liked to look good and spend her daddy’s money… and yes, she did sometimes look down on those outside of her social circle. But at least she accepted it and admitted it; admitted it was a character flaw of hers. Unlike some people who played the holier than thou card when it suited them. Looking at no one in particular… Seta. ”I may not have been in places that let me mix with people that mug and do god knows what else to other people. But you don’t get to make me feel bad for being from a wealthy family. So my boyfriend didn’t swing a punch at you when you invaded my personal space, so the fuck what!? Build a bridge and get over it. Not everyone in the world has experienced starvation, but you don’t see the people in Africa making us feel bad when we eat thanks giving dinner.” Liv snapped. It took all her will not to stomp away like an angry toddler and prove him right. ”Jailbait? Dude, I’m not under sixteen and I’m not trying to have sex with you or make you buy me beer. I’m simply having a conversation with you. You’re imagination is crazy thinking of me as jailbait,” She shook her head, and laughed dryly at him. ” You do realise that the hair girl… that’s a hairdresser; and lots of people have those… and a clothes and shoe girl/… that’s called a shop assistant and a food girl… that’s called a waitress.”

Liv shrugged her shoulders, ”It’s called fashion. And it wasn’t that short.” She had definitely worn shorter dressed out before that…. and realistically she hadn’t intended on commandeering a yacht in a pretty dress. So maybe it hadn’t been appropriate for that, but it had been more than appropriate to attend a regatta party on-land. ”Also, excuse me, you’re paler than me. So shut it,” That was one of the problems of living in a almost constant rainy city; year round you were pretty much always pale; until you went on vacation anyway. ”Ummmm… what has a hitman got to do with surveying the talent of guys at an event?” she asked, choosing once again to ignore his comment about Colton and not bite with a sarcastic comment. She wasn’t even going to give him the satisfaction of rising to it. ”Colton isn’t here to defend himself – verbally I mean, therefore he’s not fair game.

A groan escaped her lips at his words. ”Stuck with you? Oh God you’re not actually going to start stalking me now are you?” She would be pretty happy if they never ran into each other again at this point, but she wouldn’t put it past him, especially if he knew it would annoy her. ”Uh, technically alcohol is a drug, but yes, being drunk can also cause you to hallucinate… soo…” she pointed out, with a smug smile on her face. ”I’ll pass thank you. I think Ace is more than happy being an out of water stuffie octopus,” This time, she chose not to even bite at the Colton comment. She was happy with Colton, she knew that and that was all that mattered. Well that’s what she told herself anyway. ”I solemnly swear that I will not flush your little fishie… that is if you even win one that is,” she teased. ”I’ll send you pictures of it happy in its little fishbowl,” No she wouldn’t, because that would involve swapping cell numbers or email addressed.. and that wasn’t happening.

Livy rolled her blue eyes at him and his cockiness. There was no way she was going to kiss him. Fish or no fish. She watched him concentrating on throwing the rings into a goldfish bowl. She was a little impressed with his hand-eye coordination, only a little bit. It wasn’t long before that said goldfish was bagged and being handed over to Seta. His grin was infectious and she found herself returning it. ”Congratulations,” she said, taking the back off of him and holding it up to look closely at the fish. Ever since watching My Girl as a child she had wanted a goldfish won for her from a carnival and now she had. ”You’re still not getting a kiss,” she told him as a matter of fact,

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