Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 17, 2016 17:42:14 GMT -6
"Does that go for all the people?" Trevor asked, the reply coming a bit faster than he'd intended. He wasn't quite sure now if Penelope was speaking in general terms, directing her words toward him specifically or merely lumping him in with a group she'd previously defined. He didn't know what it was about the idea of being cast aside or considered no better than others that got under his skin. He didn't go through life needing to be accepted by anyone but the way Penelope talked, almost like he was beneath her or not worth her time, in a way, hurt his feelings.
Like hell he'd ever let her know that.
"That's a bit of a defeatist attitude, don't you think?" Trevor inquired curiously. "Surely there must be someone out there, living in the dark, among the shadows, that's worth taking a second look at." The smirk returned, even if it remained mired in a certain soberness. "We're not all that bad, are we?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 17, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -6
"I don't know," she replied truthfully. "I don't decide other people's worth," she added with a shrug. Although, in many ways, she supposed she often did. Perhaps not verbally, but she did. She often thought of people as less - or more. But at the end of the day, they were all the same. Insecure teenagers trying to find their place in the world. "Why?" she then asked, turning to look at him. Why did her opinion matter to him?
"You say that like you're trying to convince me," she stated, her eyebrow cocking. Now, who was sharing more of themselves than what they wanted to. She couldn't hide from the truth though, she was growing defensive.
Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 17, 2016 18:11:21 GMT -6
"You decide other people's worth to you." Trevor countered quickly, casting a short glance over toward Penelope. It seemed ludicrous to think of someone not having an opinion on others and what they brought to the table, at least on a personal level. Maybe it was just his convoluted way of thinking and treating everyone as more of an 'asset' or tool than anything else coming out but, nonetheless, his curiosity was piqued. "Isn't there anyone one out there you like or don't mind being around compared to someone you absolutely hate?"
"And I don't know." Trevor's responses bled into one another. He offered a shrug of his shoulders, now a little lost himself as to where this all was leading. Nonetheless, he approached this conversation like he did nearly everything, with nary a care in the world as to the consequences it may bring. "Maybe I am. Maybe there's a reason why our paths always seem to cross when we least expect it."
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 18, 2016 5:26:21 GMT -6
She fell silent then. She wasn't sure what, exactly, he wanted out of all of this, but Penelope wasn't prepared to give it. Not only because it felt like a personal question, but also because Penelope wasn't sure she really had an answer. Her dads were the obvious answer, but even that seemed awfully farfetch'd, simply because one usually assumed their parents were on the list of "we might not always get along, but we're family."
Then the brunette snorted at his answer. "Don't be naive," she said with a sigh. "Our paths always seem to cross because you don't have the ability to leave me alone." It was as simple as that. She wasn't the one seeking him out. Destiny wasn't putting them together. He was. There was nothing bigger or greater to it than that. Still, the corner of her lips tugged into something of a smile.
Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 18, 2016 9:40:10 GMT -6
Penelope, for the most part, served as the perfect foil to Trevor's usually frustratingly flippant demeanor. She was intense, driven and motivated while he was calm, laid back and walked around as if he didn't have a care in the world. Every so often he felt the need to be challenged by someone but given the way his mind worked he found that to be an increasingly rare find among his own peers. Usually he had to push one of his teachers or a select staff member to poke and prod until they wanted to strangle him.
Trevor's eyes focused upon Penelope. Surely she couldn't have been so naive herself to think Trevor didn't know exactly what he had been doing and saying throughout this entire thing. Regardless of how reckless and off the cuff he seemed to live his life, Trevor couldn't help but be startlingly aware of everything around him and inside his own mind. Was he being naive in implying their crossing paths was merely chance? Of course not. Did he believe, for a second that Penelope actually believed that? Not in the slightest.
"I know." He replied, his tone staying low and sober. There was no light hearted sarcasm or flippant dismissal in Trevor's voice. If he was still in the mindset to mess around it couldn't be found in the words he spoke. "And I think you know too."
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 22, 2016 13:31:45 GMT -6
"Well, yeah," she snorted, her eyes rolling. "Trust me, I do know." After all, she was the one being bothered from time to time. She was nowhere close to knowing exactly why he was doing what he was doing, but she supposed he found some kind of pleasure in annoying her. She figured she could see the appeal. Or rather, if she had any interest in other people that way, she would have.
But she didn't. Or perhaps she was fooling herself, but did it really matter at the end of the day? In a year's time, she would be graduating and could leave this hell hole and go to a whole different city, with different people. And she never had to look back ever again.
Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 22, 2016 13:39:54 GMT -6
Of course Trevor expected the frustratingly dismissive response. It would have been out of character for Penelope to suddenly change the course she'd been on this entire time. The thin smirk did return to Trevor's features as he settled back into the seat. He turned his eyes from the brunette sitting next to him to watch the rest of the students shuffle on board and take up their own spots. For a brief moment he thought it strange that he'd put himself in this situation without really knowing what his end game was. Did he actually think he would ever appeal to Penelope with his antics? Did he want to? It was all just as confusing inside his own head as it must have been for the girl herself to experience.
At least Trevor could take solace in knowing that if he didn't know what he was doing there was no way Penelope could ever predict his next move.
"About that party you agreed to go to." He said suddenly, shifting his attention back to Penelope. "It's going to be tomorrow night. You're still coming, right?"
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 22, 2016 13:45:29 GMT -6
Penelope wondered what her dads would have said had they seen her sitting with another student. They already knew she wasn't one for making friends. She never really had been. As a kid, she'd been bossy - so few kids wanted to be around her. She always got mad when she didn't get things the way she wanted. As a kid, it had made her cry, but her dads always told her that she was simply above her age group and that one day, people would come to like her abrasive, bossy and disconnected nature. But after being alone for so long, she'd decided she didn't want people to like her, because it didn't matter. She wasn't a kid anymore.
Trevor's question brought her out of her train of thoughts and she turned to look at him, confusion coloring her expression for a moment before reality sank in. "A party," she said, "in the woods." The idea was almost laughable. Almost. She had to remind herself who she was sitting next to. "Do I have to socialize?" she asked.
Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 22, 2016 13:54:48 GMT -6
Trevor smirked, nodding faintly in reply. The mischievous glint he usually had in his eyes was quickly returning, pushing aside the previously sober and serious demeanor he'd carried. He knew exactly what he was up to when it came to the party, which was a welcome change from the uncertainty surrounding the girl beside him. Just the mere thought of taking a group of hormone addled teenagers into the woods to get drunk, high and do whatever the hell they wanted to do filled him with boundless amusement even if he had no desire to partake in any of it himself.
"I'll keep the rest of the cretins away from you if you prefer." He said with a curt nod. "You are my guest, after all." A light chuckle escaped as Trevor watched Penelope, studying her reaction. "You won't be disappointed. I promise."
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 22, 2016 13:57:51 GMT -6
"Does that mean you'll stay away too?" She already knew he asked her there for a reason. Whatever that reason was, didn't matter, but it likely meant she wouldn't be left alone. Or enjoy it. Though, even she was somewhat curious about what the boy was up to. How could she not be, after all. "Fine," she finally said.
She turned her attention towards the window once more. "I might have promised you to come to a party with you, but I'll leave the moment there's nothing there for me to gain," she added quietly. She wasn't exactly overjoyed, but she figured it was a small price to pay, considering what she'd been promised in return.
Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 22, 2016 14:02:30 GMT -6
Trevor laughed at that. He might have gone on to lie in response to Penelope's question but they both knew better. Even though he didn't have much of a clue as to why he'd offered the agreement in the first pace let alone went about calling her on it he wasn't going pass up a chance to get Penelope out of her comfort zone at least for a little bit. Why he hoped to accomplish (if anything) by it remained to be seen.
"Great." Trevor said with a grin. Regardless of not knowing what outcome he was looking for that he'd managed to get his way was met with a certain sense of satisfaction. "Just meet me at the fire pit closest to the staff cabins at dusk and we'll go from there."
Post by Penelope Adams on Apr 22, 2016 14:05:15 GMT -6
"Mmhm," she replied dully and once again, shut her eyes to hopefully enjoy the rest of the trip in silence. She couldn't think there was anything else the boy had to say, now that he'd gotten her to agree to go to this party with him. Whatever he wanted, she hoped he'd get it soon so that she could finally be left alone, just the way she hoped.
Now, she could only hope she wouldn't leave her body and for once, actually get a good night's sleep without wandering into some kind of morbid dream world she didn't belong in. Man, she couldn't remember the last night she'd gotten some good ol' sleep.