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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 10, 2013 20:53:42 GMT -5
I sniffle softly in my sleep, blissfully unaware of how my words had affected Jason, who most certainly wasn't Mark. As he moves I pull him to me, wanting to keep his warmth against me. He pulls himself out from under me and I groan, rolling onto my stomach, hazel eyes still closed.
"Dammit, Mark." I mumble crossly, huffing before squeezing my eyes shut and falling back asleep once more.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 10, 2013 21:02:27 GMT -5
I hear him call me mark again and huff silently before pulling on a shirt and pants, grabbing my keys in the process. My phone is soon shoved into my pocket and I head out of the door, quickly walking down the stairs until I get in the car. A huff escapes me and I scream slightly though I'm soon backing out of the parking lot, headed to the nearest place I knew to work. Before I left, I put a note on the door and texted Calden saying that I was going to work the entire day and get home late. It was all I knew to do.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 10, 2013 21:07:29 GMT -5
Eventually I blink my eyes and sit up, perplexed for a moment as to where I was. Then, I remembered, through my headache. "Ugh, fuck." I sigh, sitting up and scooting towards the edge of the bed. I climb out and pad across the room to my new room, opening the door. I was late for school, but, fuck it. I wipe at the tears suddenly falling down my face. What had I done? I'd promised myself, never again, and here I was. I pull on my Whitechapel hoodie and then shimmy into my faux leather skinny jeans before pulling on my black combat boots. I push my hair out of my face before grabbing my book bag and walking down the hallway. I grab the note off the door and raise my eyebrows. Work? Today was a school day. I sigh and shake my head, looking at my feet. I really didn't feel like going tos chool today.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 18:42:32 GMT -5
My head turns to see the school out of the corner of my eye and I huff, deciding that I should just go to school instead. I pull in, slowly getting out of the car. I find my balance, still hurting from my rough night, thought the emotional wounds were strong too. Within a few minutes, I'm inside the school, walking inside the office for my late note thing. I knew I was going to have to face Calden in a few minutes, maybe beat him up if the team was there and at the moment, it didn't seem like much of a problem. I huff and begin to walk to my class, waving at a few people that were in the hallways though I don't speak.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 18:48:05 GMT -5
I crumple the note in my hand before dropping it to the floor and opening the door to walk out, pulling it shut behind me. I start down the sidewalk towards school, pulling my hood over my head and keeping my hazel eyes focused on the ground. Eventually I make it to school and go to the office for my note, the secretary glaring at me until I realize that my hood was still on. I push it off, running a hand over my red and black hair and I take my note before turning to walk out the door. I walk out under the covered walkway towards the lunch room- I was pretty damn late. I sigh and finally stop at the outdoor patio section and I sit on the brick wall, putting my back against the wall of the building and pulling my hood over my head.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 18:57:32 GMT -5
My feet slide across the ground as I walk though I don't notice Calden sitting and the jocks sitting in the background as I finally make it to the cafe. I notice him suddenly and glance away before walking though we're soon surrounded by the rest of the jocks, looking at me expectantly. "I think you have to make up for yesterday," Bruce says, laying a beefy hand on my shoulder. I look over at him and almost want to slap him and beat him instead. I glare down at Calden, knowing this might be more painful than usual. I had a bit of anger rolled up in me though.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 19:08:36 GMT -5
I'd since pulled out my iPod to stick a single ear bud in my ear, Alone I Break by Korn playing. I look up, some prey instinct in me noticing the gathering of jocks nearby. My hazel eyes widen and I look at Jason, betrayal etched across my face. I pull the ear bud out of my ear hurriedly, not wanting my iPod to get dropped and break or something. I put it back just as some blonde jock -his name might have been Troy- seems to decide that Jason was taking too long and simply takes me by the front of my shirt and slams me against the brick wall of the school -not a very hard thing to do with how little I weighed. My bony hands scratch at his hand as I squirm, trying to get free before his fist slams into my face and I hear the rest of the jocks laugh.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 19:26:03 GMT -5
I pause, still unsure if I wanted to do this until Troy punches him. Reacting strictly on instinct, I slam my fist into his face, forcing him to release Calden and stumble backwards. I glare at the rest, helping Calden up as I gathered his stuff. "Let's get some things straight. I'm gay, I'm off the team and if I see anyone of you even touch Calden, I'm going to make sure that you end up in a hospital," I spat, looking over Calden for a second before helping him leave the sidewalk. It was the first thing I had done in a while for someone that wasn't on the team and honestly, I didn't regret it like I thought I would.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 19:44:56 GMT -5
His fist slams into my face again before I'm suddenly released and I slide down to wall to hit the ground, my hands finding my nose. I prod at it, making a face at the blood. But, I didn't think it was broken. I let Jason haul me to my feet and I look fearfully at the other jocks, taking my book bag from him as my red and black hair fell into my eyes. The faces of the surrounding jocks showed surprise and I stay at Jason's side, wanting to run but at the same time not wanting to leave him for fear one of the jocks might chase me down despite his warning. Their eyes flick between us and I mentally pray that they don't add two and two together about last night. "L-Let's go." I say softly, tugging at Jason's arm, an arm that hours ago had been wrapped around me.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 19:52:53 GMT -5
My eyes scan their faces and I can't help but smile at their reactions. I lead him to my car, ignoring anything that told me to stay. I just wanted to make sure we could find somewhere safe for him. Once we are in the car, I rest my forehead against the steering wheel, groaning slightly. "Where do you want to go?" I ask, looking over at him though I wasn't sure where we could go for anything. I honestly wanted to avoid him though I wasn't going to do that after what just happened.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 20:00:06 GMT -5
I huff and follow him as he leads me out towards the parking lot before getting to his car. I look over at Jason as he rests his head against the steering wheel and I bite the inside of my lower lip. "Y-You didn't have to do that. You could've let them hit me." I say, a small flame of anger starting within me. I could take care of myself. "Don't worry about it." I mumble crossly, opening the car door and clambering out before wiping at the blood on my nose and slinging my book bag over my shoulder. I start across te parking lot, pulling up my faux leather skinny jeans, soon making it to the sidewalk. I didn't need Jason to take care of me. I was fine by myself. I turn down a narrow sidestreet before plopping down behind a dumpster, pulling my knees up to my chest. I didn't want to deal with him, or anyone, really. I wanted to be left alone, perhaps get drunk or high, and pass out.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 20:14:36 GMT -5
I look over as he says I didn't have to do that and shake my head. "You don't get it. I had to do that for a reason. Not just because they were messing with you but because they were controlling my life," I say, placing my head on the steering wheel once more. When he opens the door, I reach to grab him but decide not to, shrugging and going to my house. He'd have to come by eventually and I knew he would. I would be waiting for him. Once I'm in the parking lot, I get out and sigh, tears just now falling down my cheeks. This was the one time I stood up for something and now it was biting me in the ass.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 20:25:57 GMT -5
I glare death at the wall in front of me before I sigh. I knew I'd have to go back to Jason's place, especially if I wanted to get messed up. All my alcohol and the few pills I had were there. I finally sigh and heave myself to my feet before starting out of the alley and down the sidewalk. I'd just walk in, go back to my room, get my stuff, and leave again. Yes, that's what I would do.
Soon I brace myself before twisting the door knob and opening the door, keeping my hazel eyes trained on my boots as I crossed the living room to the hallway and to my new room, not bothering to look to see if Jason was in the room or not. I was just going to get a bottle, maybe a pill or two, and leave.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 11, 2013 20:35:38 GMT -5
I look up as I hear the door knob twist and pull Calden to me once he enters, not even caring what he thought. He was probably going to hate me after finding out that I had hid his pills. My arms tightly wrap around his waist as I close the door and I refuse to let him go, holding him close. "I'm sorry. I know you don't need me to take care of you but I'm afraid of something happening to you," I confess, holding him against me still.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 11, 2013 20:52:32 GMT -5
I jump as I'm pulled to him, his arms wrapping around me. "Let me go." I huff, my hands landing on his chest as I tried to push Jason away. I roll my hazel eyes as I speaks and duck down to get out of his grasp. I stride past him and down the hallway, pulling open the door to my room before shutting it behind me with my foot. I crouch down after I open my closet door, pulling out the bottle of Jack, deciding to leave the vodka for later. "What the fuck?" I mumble, digging through the pockets of my second bag, not finding my pills. I lean back on my heels, pushing my hair out of my face as I shake my head. I pick up my bag, looking under it. Had I misplaced them? No, I wouldn't have done something stupid like that.
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