Jared;Lie To Me

[Anastasie Elena Vega-Krosa.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] She cringed hearing her fathers' booming voice on the other end ordering her home at once; her voice was feeble and mouse like as she tried to calm the Russian down and explain why she was late and how apologetic she was for not adhering to her fathers' strict time schedule, but that she could not help her tardiness! She hated how small she sounded and felt when she spoke to her father; her throat was burning to scream at the tops of her lungs and even throw the phone against the wall to watch it shatter into pieces which would cause her father to have to pay for another to keep contact with Anni. He kept his eyes and ears on her at all times, spouting something that she was his only child and heir to the Krosa when he died; she often caught herself thinking the thought that, that day would never be seen and she would be forever cowering in the shadow of him. How she hated her mind for lashing out so to-ward her father ,but she couldn't help the anger that swelled in her at his constant distrust and superior behavior over her. She could here the distaste in his voice everytime he mentioned her being the one to take his place, his opinion on a woman running the Krosa house evident. Gripping the strap of her satchel she gritted her teeth as he yelled over the line her given name, more like spat it at her knowing her distaste for the lengthy name. "I-I understand father, but please do not send Corvenus after me!" She was pleading and could hear the pause in his words; she disliked being in the company of that man who her father treated like a family member. He always eyed her in a way that made her skin crawl, an attractive man for his age and yet she did not enjoy the smiles and glances he sent her and then he treated her as her father would. "I must stay after to find a partner for this showcase, father. My grade depends on this and you would wish me to do poorly would you?" The pause and intake of air in a deep breathe confirmed her words had worked; her father was focused completely on Anni being a perfect student and never falling below an A or B in class and she knew he would not jeopardize her grade, so in some way she had won for this rare time. "Fine, Anastasie but you will call me after and do not make this habit!" She had no time to answer as the line went dead and she felt almost hollow knowing they never exchanged words of goodbye or love, but in the end she was accustomed to the cold exterior of her father. She had been raised by the man and he had never coddled or treated her like a child, never painting things in a pretty light preferring to just have her learn how harsh their reality was. Punching the end button on her own phone she growled while stuffing the device in her bag, her anger and temper melting away the meek fear she had whenever conversing with her father. She wasn't lying however in needing to find a partner for this showcase and her grade did depend on it, but no one ever wanted to work with Anni for her attitude and violent temper. She never physically hurt anyone, but she was always found yelling in Russian and stomping her foot like some spoiled child; screaming at the top of her lungs and some could almost swear growling and snarling. Stomping down the hallways she was gripping the roots of her red hair; scowl upon her face and of course not looking where she was going when she collided with a solid form causing her to be knocked upon the ground and her bag spilling out. She wanted to scream.

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Not for the first time that day, he found himself looking at the ring that still sat snugly on his finger, mocking him almost about the fact that he couldn't be wearing it any more, that it should be hidden away in one of the boxes back at Nicky's place. His twin had been concerned about him keeping it at first for what it could make him do but he'd shaken her off, and Scott's rumbling support had helped her drop the issue. It was better for him to keep acting like she was alive after all, even if it was just to keep his sanity and act in one piece. Dropping his hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose tightly, trying to find some sort of inspiration to go back to acting when all he wanted to do was bury himself in his comforter and watch movies with Katie babbling away in her three-year-old speak.

Pulling himself up suddenly, he gave a low growl, running his hand through his spiked up hair with disgust. He'd always hated gel, but it was all part of the cocky teacher look. Turning toward the door, he tugged down the simple billabong t-shirt he'd thrown on down slightly, shoving his way out of the staff room with a long breath. Forcing a bright grin onto his face, the werewolf moved off along the hallway, a bound to his quick movements. He was going to make this quick. Sure, he wasn't getting his daughter back until later when Scott brought her home, but at least he could spend some time moping about the apartment without having to keep up the stupid laugh and smile thing. All he had to do was lock up the dance room then he could get out of there, like any of his students would even bother staying after hours.

Bounding up the stairs, he turned to speed forward when his whole body suddenly collided into another solid object. On instinct he stepped back, hands tensed at his side ready to attack if he so needed. However, all he saw when he looked down was the Krosa kid. A wave of guilt rushed through his limbs as he forced himself out of the defensive position and knelt down. “Anni! You alright there?” scrabbling to sweep her things toward her in a messy fashion, he offered her a goofy grin, looking up and down the hallway beside resting his hands on his knees. “What are you doing still around you little rat,” his voice was a light tease, the pet name he called all his students coming through without a second thought.

Straightening, he scratched his neck before watching her, keeping the grin on his face.