Definitely Unexpected [Bennet]

[adella]

Adella had been cooped up all alone in her apartment all day long. She'd been starting to get restless, and needed the urge to do something besides sit there. She had never been a fan of being alone, and even playing her piano didn't help her today. Sighing, she got up and decided to take a walk down to Stamford Street. After all, there shops and stores around there. She grabbed her purse, which really had nothing else in it besides a wallet (that had no more than thirty bucks in it), a pen or two, tic tacs, and a few feminine products. It was a small little bag, and she wore it gently across her shoulder. She didn't really think she'd stop by one of those shops and actually buy something, but then again, she might come across something she really wanted. Either way, she always felt better when there was a little money with her. And it was very little.

As she left her house, she locked the door behind her and then headed out down the street. There weren't many people out walking tonight. Usually a few of her neighbors out and about, but tonight the sidewalks were bare, and only a few cars passed by. Inside the cars were no one she recognized, though a few waved and she'd wave back. Reaching Stamford Street, she slowed her pace a bit as she looked throughout the small shops and other buildings. Of course, near the end of the street there were bars, which she planned on staying clear of. Especially since the sun was going down. The last thing she wanted was for her mom to find out she was going to bars. Whether she was twenty-one or not, she didn't care. She considered them evil places, but Adella knew that was only because she was conceived in one while her mother had been in high school.

It was an awful feeling, to know that your own creation was sheer accident and that your father had run off at the thought of you. It was the most unwanted and awful sense that Adella had ever felt. Her sad thoughts were shattered, though, when she spotted a boy walking in her direction. He was very attractive. At least, that was the first thought that popped into her head. The second thought was, Why is he coming towards me? Most of the time, a cute guy would just walk passed her, ignoring her existence. And if a guy approached her, it was never for good reason. It was always because they wanted something from her. She prayed that he would just say hello and keep on walking. The last thing she needed was unwanted attention. Though... she had left her house originally because she felt alone... might as well see what he wants.

[bennett]

It was about seven o-clock on a friday night, and that meant one thing for Bennett Cooper. Time to hit up the local bars. He decided that he wanted to look extra handsome tonight, perhaps he'd find a girl that he'd be willing to bang before having a few beers. He was a little tired of the ugly girls in Capeside, the reason he had even decided to stay here was because of the growing nightlife. However, if that nightlife didn't include hot girls Bennett didn't want any part of it. Any random schmuck could crack open a few beers with his buddies and call it a night, Bennett thought that he was special. He wanted the best of the everything, and that especially applied to the women in his life. One of the only things his mother had ever taught him was that the best didn't come easy- not even for the Cooper family. He realized that if he wanted to find someone worthy of his immediate presence, that he would have to look a little harder than usual.

Bennett stood in front of the mirror, trying to decide what to do with his half wet hair. He had spent almost a half hour in the shower thinking about a game plan for tonight, and he was running late. Was he meeting someone? Absolutely not. But, Bennett knew that the best way to find the best-looking girls was to roam the streets right before it got dark. That way, he could look at someone without the dim lights of a bar. Bennett patted his hair and mussed it up a bit before deciding that fussing over his hair wasn't worth it. He threw on a t-shirt, sprayed himself with expensive cologne, and pulled some jeans on. As he headed for the door he grabbed a jacket and slammed the door behind him. Time to head out for a night of opportunity.

Bennett reached Stamford Street in a matter of minutes, thanks to both his speedy driving and lousy common courtesy. He parked his car and hopped out, surveying the surroundings. Not many people were out, and it seemed somewhat dead. The twenty two year old sighed in embarrassment, he had a feeling that there would be more people out. He decided to just take a walk anyway, and grabbed a cigarette out of his coat pocket. The one that that his father had always begged of him was to stop smoking. He had picked up the horrible habit at the tender age of seventeen and hadn't had any thoughts to quit. It was relaxing to him, and he always felt like a bad ass walking around with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

As he began walking down the street Bennett noticed a cute blonde. She looked good from a little ways away, so he wanted to know how she looked up close. In a swift movement, Bennett discarded his cigarette and adjusted his coat. It was time to put on the charm. He walked straight up to her and was quite happy with himself when she turned out to be absolutely stunning. "I'm Bennett. What might your name be, beautiful?", he asked with an air of cockiness. Right after he spoke he flashed that million dollar smile that got him whatever he wanted, and tonight he was hoping to get her.

[adella]

Adella couldn't help but get that spinning feeling in her stomach when he first spoke. It was one thing to be cocky, but this guy? Oh no, he was way passed cocky, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. It made her shiver, though she was sure he would take that shudder the wrong way. Even though she was really shuddering because she was grossed out (maybe that's a bit exaggerating, he was attractive) by him, he would probably see it and think she thought he was sexy or some other demented idea. Adella was not one of those girls who found cockiness attractive. She had to admit he had a handsome face, though.

Though Adella was too shy and goodie to say anything cocky or tough back to him. Instead, all she did was close her eyes for a moment, thinking to herself, Oh my god, this guy's so full of himself. Thought at least he was handsome and full of himself. When guys were ugly and full of themselves it just made them repugnant. That was Adella, always looking on the brighter side of things. Her favorite line was, "it could be worse," and that was exactly what she was trying to convince herself right now. Biting her lip slightly, she replied with a simple answer. "Della."

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Ugh, and that smile! This guy was worse off than she thought. Before she thought he was just cocky and possibly drunk. Now she was beginning to wonder if he was high. Either that, or she had some serious work to do on him. She, from that moment he flashed her his teeth, made a task in her mind to fix him. Or, at least, improve his jerk girl-user side. She made a lot of mental tasks for herself. It gave her something to do instead of sit home alone. After all, she hated to be alone. Even though this jerk called Bennett she'd just met might not be good company, he was better than no one. Again, her quote of optimism floated through her head as she waited for him to speak again. It could be worse...
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[bennett]

Bennett was used to having girls all over him. A quick smile and the flash of his platinum card usually had girls dropping their clothes faster than he could blink. So when this girl didn't immediately fan herself off and ask where his place was, he was a little confused. This girl seemed easy enough, perhaps she just needed a little nudge. Maybe he should take out his wallet and "accidentally" flash his card. Bennett shook his head at that idea, he didn't need the card. This girl was going to be easy. He noticed her shiver and considered giving her his coat. Hold on. Was he some bloody fool in one of those dainty movies?

Bennett considered taking out another cigarette- he just wasn't feeling like himself. However, this girl didn't seem like the type who appreciated a smoker, she didn't really seem like the type who appreciated anything. As far as he had seen, she was a horrible conversationalist. When she finally uttered the named Della, Bennett smiled again. "Della? That reminds of those computers, how nice." Of course that's not really the kind of compliment you want to give to a girl you'd like to take home, but Bennett thought that he had romance down to a science. Maybe ruffle her feathers a little bit, then perhaps a different side would pop out. Perhaps she'd slap him, and so far Bennett felt that that would be as interesting as it would get. But he also had a feeling that she wouldn't slap him, she would probably run away and cry. So why was he trying to get her of all people?

After she hadn't said anything for a minute or two, Bennett sighed and looked past her to see if there was anyone else more interesting down the street. He was seriously bored, and didn't understand what drew him to Della. She was gorgeous, true. But, he wanted to think that he would have been able to sense that she wasn't exactly the life of the party. Bennett delivered himself a mental slap. So what if she wasn't the life of the party? Bennett could tame anyone he wanted, he could just mold her to whatever he wanted. He focused back into their "conversation" when he noticed her smile, if she even called it that. "Anyway, which club were you planning to attend tonight? I hadn't decided yet and I figured that I would give you some input into our little get together."

[adella]

He was comparing her name to computers, really? That was all he had to say about her name? The least he could do if he wanted to comment on it was ask what it was short for. But apparently he wasn’t bright enough to come up with that to say, or anything else would’ve been better than that. Clearly he hooked up with girls a lot or he would be better at flirting besides the flashy smile and the annoying ‘what might you’re name be, beautiful?’ line that she’d been given a thousand times. The least he could do was be a little bit more original. She sighed then after his computer comment and almost laughed, but figured that would be rude and stopped herself before she did. “So, you like computers, do you?”

[/b] she guessed, barely stopping herself from rolling her eyes. The only reason he’d approached her at all was pretty clear to her, and she wasn’t about to give herself away to every good looking guy who walked past her on Stamford Street.

Sighing, she looked around at the other people around the block, trying to guess what her conversations would be like with any other them besides the boy she was talking to now. She bet that they’d go better than their tiny, useless bits of conversation right now. Not wanting to seem like she wasn’t paying attention to him (not that she wasn’t) she looked back into his eyes, which had a very nice shape to them. Sure, the color was nice as well, but there was something about the shape that caught her attention. Her eyes were big and wide, but his were thinner and differently shaped than any others she’d seen in a long time. She shook her head slightly, running those thoughts out of her head. She was on the only person she knew he came up with such weird things to notice about people. Adella was trying to behave more like a normal girl, but it was more difficult than she’d thought it would be.

He then asked what club she was headed for. She laughed a little, hoping not to seem too rude and shook her head, “I’m not going to any club,”[/b] she admitted without hesitation. Yet, even though she didn’t tell him this, she would be willing to go to one if he wanted her to go with him. Her wide eyes always tended to give away her thoughts, and she guessed that it would show him that she wouldn’t mind going to any club he wanted. Her mom, however, would have a cow. But, Adella was an adult now, and had been for some time. Her mom needed to get a grip and let her go already. It was starting to make poor Della insane. After a moment she added, “But... um... I will go with you, wherever it is you want to go, if you want me to.”[/b]
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[bennett]

Bennett had always gotten what he wanted. Even as a child, his first words were the equivalent of a request, and mommy and daddy dutifully filled it. His father even let him drink with associates when he was a teenager, just because Bennett wanted to. And when Bennett didn't get what he wanted, he threw a fit. Not exactly a hissy, two year old fit but an adult sized fit. He would give the silent treatment, smash a window, yell at a random citizen. Bennett truly was a child. When Adella asked him about his love for computers, Bennett just laughed. "No, I could care less about computers. I just thought your name sounded funny. Where are you from, anyway?"

Bennett really could care less whether she came from Paris or Peru, he just wanted in her pants. That was how a lot of his relationships were- he wanted something from everyone. He had never really known someone just for the sake of knowing them, that just seemed illogical to him. He noticed her looking away and frowned. He wasn't boring, was he? Immediately after his frown he cleared his throat. Of course he wasn't boring, she was the one who was ruining the conversation.
She really wasn't much of a talker, which did make her seem more attractive. There was nothing sexy about a big-mouthed chick.

When she said that she wasn't going to a club, Bennett was a little alarmed. Sure, he figured out that she wasn't the club-hopping type, but he thought that maybe she had the same incentive that he did. Who else would wander around Stamford Street at night? However, as soon as she said that she wanted to go with him, he let loose a victorious smile. "Good choice, I'll take care of you." Bennett hadn't meant to sound so...nice. He wanted to sound like he was going to get her drugged up and drunk and take advantage of her, but his words gave away something else. He ignored this lapse of speak however, and brainstormed on where to take her.

"I don't expect that you know much about the nightlife? I don't really know much either, I've spent some time just randomly cracking beers in my apartment." He frowned, worried that he might have given her the impression that he didn't know many people. Naturally, he worried more about popularity than a reputation of being an alcoholic or addicted to partying or whatever. Bennett definitely had a warped idea of priorities, but why else would he be here trying to chat up a girl he had just met?

[adella]

So, he didn’t even like computers? This was a very odd guy who’d approached her tonight. And he thought her name was funny? That was definitely the way to flirt with a girl and get her to come with you to a club, she thought, rolling her eyes slightly. Usually she was very sweet and nice and wouldn’t do anything rude, but for some reason this cocky boy was getting to her. That rarely happened but she always hated it when attractive boys were so full of themselves like Bennett seemed to be now. She had a whole lot of work to do on him if she was going to try and change him, make him more considerate and as less selfish as possible. That was the only reason she agreed to come with him to whatever club he wanted to go to.

“Um, I’m from here,”

[/color][/b] she admitted kind of sheepishly. Just because her name was a little different didn’t mean that she couldn’t be from Capeside. So, because of that she felt the need to explain the reason for her different sort of name. “My mom has a thing for German names... Where are you from, anyway?”[/b] she asked him in the same tone he had asked her. She had a habit of mimicking people when she thought their tone or expressions needed mending. If people were shot back with the same tone they had given her, they tended to realize how awkward it made people feel and stopped. She found it to be a very successful habit. Not that she’d felt awkward when he’d asked, it was what he had asked that made her feel funny. Who was he to tell her that her name was weird? His name was a surname! She wasn’t angry though, just curious as to what was going on in that brain of his.

Adella couldn’t help but be a little surprised when he said he’d take care of her. That wasn’t at all what she expected from him. He seemed like the type to get her drunk and then drag her home and well... whatever came after that. He definitely did not seem like the type to seem so... normal, so sweet in saying something like that. It was weird, and the shock showed on her face clearly. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened. Her jaw even dropped a little, but she didn’t speak. She just closed her mouth after a second and she nodded as if to say, “okay.”

Even though his tone seemed truthful as he said he’d been drinking alone at home, for some reason she couldn’t believe him. He’d come off as so full of it before, how could he not be the type of guy who goes out and hooks up with hot girls every single night? That’s what she’d pictured. If, he was by chance telling the truth, then he sure needed to work on the first impression he gives girls. First he comes off as a cocky drunky, and now he’s... normal? What was kind of game was he playing? She didn’t know, but she intended to find out tonight. She just shook her head, stating truthfully, “No, I know nothing about the nightlife. Just pick your favorite.”[/b]
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[bennett]

This had been a record for Bennett. He had never spent more than five minutes talking to a possible lay. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, there was something special about her. Most girls would have either thrown themselves at him or just slapped him in the face, but she had held a conversation with him rather than just jump to conclusions. He remembered that movie that he was forced to watch with his younger cousin. It was one of those horrilble chick flicks with some really good looking actor and the hot, anorexic girl that denied him any until he paid for her dinner. That's when Bennett had an idea.

He nodded and smiled when she said that she was from here. "Must have been nice to have been by the ocean all the time." He didn't really pay attention when she was talking about her mother but he caught the question about where he was from. "New York, New York born and raised", he replied proudly. Bennett was undeniably proud of being from New York, to him it was the ultimate status symbol. "We lived in Upstate New York, just a cozy little apartment worth a little over ten million." Bennett could feel that braggy side of him seeping into the conversation but it felt so good to put other people down.

He saw that she had been surprised by him saying that he would take care of her. Honestly, he was surprised that he had said it himself. He had never cared for anyone but himself and his pet frog in the third grade. Bennett wanted to say something to counter how nice he had been. Maybe he could make fun of her hair, or her outfit choices. He'd already made fun of her name, but that didn't seem to really make her angry. What the hell else could he make fun of her for? He was too busy contemplating how to be an ass that he missed the nod she gave him and possibly the look she had also shot him. Bennett was probably confusing the hell out of this girl, but it didn't really bother him.

Bennett honestly had no idea where he was going to take this girl. He wanted to really show her a good time, and there were several places that he could take her. Honestly, he wasn't really in the party mood anymore. He had spent so much energy trying to convince this girl that he was a class A BA so that she would get with him, but at this point he just felt like asking her. She seemed like someone who would be desperate, so why not ask? But something about having to ask a girl to sleep with him seemed so low, and Bennett Cooper was not low. He was high. Well, he was high sometimes.

Then, it dawned on him. His pal had just come through with a back alley shipment of fun and he had stashed it in his apartment. So maybe enticing her to a party in his bedroom would lead to a party in his bed? "You know, the nightlife is pretty crap tonight. I do have some party equipment at my house if you're interested?" He knew that proposing a party at his house to a random stranger sounded sketchy, so he proceeded with the most genuine smile he could muster up. Hopefully that would sway her.

[adella]

There was something really different about this young man that Della had walked up on this evening. First, he’s totally full of himself and flirting up and storm, then he makes weird comments on her name, then he said he was going to “take care of her” on their night spree through clubs. And he’d seemed pretty genuine when saying it, too. And now, she didn’t even know what to make of him anymore. Now he was holding a normal conversation with her. He spoke of New York and that he thought it was nice to live near the beach all the time, and he seemed like he was actually interested in their conversation, though Della wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. He just wanted what he wanted, and then he’d leave her in the dust. Of course, he had to bring up his ten million dollar Upstate New York apartment.

So, first he’s cocky, then he’s just weird, and then he’s sweet, and now he’s bragging? Della’s head was spinning, and she was sure it was obvious how completely thrown off he’d made her. No wonder she was just saying yes to everything he offered, she was too confused and curious not to. Thinking of that, she wondered if he was doing this all on purpose just to get her in bed. Maybe through experience he knew that throwing girls off made them vulnerable. She found herself a little impressed then, rather than angry like a normal girl would be. If that was the case, though she wasn’t exactly sure it was yet, he was better at this than she’d originally thought. She still thought he was too cocky and completely full of himself, but at least he was handsome enough.

She still found it a little odd how nice his tone had been a few minutes ago. Either he really meant it (which she doubted considering his other comments), or he was faking it. Though, actually, now that she was paying more close attention, he seemed surprised by the caring comment himself. So... now all there was to do was figure out if he was surprised by her surprised face, or if he was actually shocked by his own words. Or, maybe even he was pretending to look so taken back so he could trick her into thinking that he really did care about her, despite his cockiness and idiocy. She let out a little sigh then. That was too many different scenarios for her to try and narrow it down right now. Maybe if she went home and could think about it without him standing before her, she could put some more pieces together and figure out which scenario she’d just come up with was correct. And not only that, but she was sure the more she talked to him the more scenarios she’d come up with.

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[/i]he wanted to groan at herself for putting her in this lousy position. She could never just talk to a person! She always had to come up with her own little ideas about them as they talked. Refraining from her groan, she focused on him again in just enough time to catch what he was saying. So, he wanted to take her straight home. Then another one of those cocky, super friendly smiles. Sighing, she couldn’t help but want to go with him. Of course she wasn’t actually going to sleep with him, the idea repulsed her. She wouldn’t sleep with a player like him in thousand years. Who knew how many other girls have been in this same situation as Della was right now?

She closed her eyes a minute. Now, was she really going to go to his house just to flirt some more because she was terribly alone, or was she going to leave like the smart girl she was and fit right back into the stereotype that she was? She desperately wanted to break that stereotype of the super innocent virgin girl, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to break the stereotype with Bennett. Of course, no one would ever begin to think that she wasn’t really a virgin, even though she wasn’t. Her friends wouldn’t believe her if she tried. They might believe her, though, if she went home with Bennett... even if she really doesn’t sleep with him tonight. So, she found her answer. “Alright.”[/b]

[[Sorry it's super long compared to yours, I had a lot of muse xD]]
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