College Kills 1x1

[BlueJae]

College. Some said it were the best years of your life, some say it felt like highschool on steriods. Really, it was what you made of it and, now that they were accepted into the school of their choice-they couldn't turn back now. Disappointed families and scoldings aside, it was their choice to come here and no one was going to stop them now...However, no one said anything about the complications that came with the new setting. Thrown into the mix of: The trouble maker, the TA, the sporty one, the closet rocker, the serious one, the rebel, the nerd, the overachiever, the teacher, the two - bit motormouth, the fighter, the lax boy, and the somehow likeable bitch. Welcome to college, warning, it kills.

 

[BlueJae]

"Aiden-"


"Nnn."


"Charlot-"


"Five more minutes."


"FOUL!"


The man groaned when his dorm door was broken down, or what sounded like it, followed by quick footsteps "You missed your first class, I checked in with the teacher, and now you're ten minutes late to your second class. Considering you have twenty minutes in between to get to the next class I think-" the voice was silenced by a thrown pillow "I got it, I got it. Getting up, so quit yelling, you're making my ears bleed." He threw his feet over the mattress, sliding out and dragging himself to get dressed, his sister watching him with a displeased face on "Mr. Granger is waiting. This isn't high school Aiden, you can't just skip classes like this, consequences are higher. Mom and dad are going to be pissed if they find out about your behavior." She said, crossing her arms, watching him pull a shirt on "What would it matter, I'm facing them already." He gave her a glare before packing up his things and slinging his bag over his shoulder "Har har. Let's go, then. I swear, even Matthias is better at this than you are, and you know how he is." She said, Aiden ignored her "How did you get into the boy's dorm anyway?" He eyed her "Special access." She said, her snotty tone seeping out of her words as she guided him to the one teacher he saw more than he would've liked.

 

[ROUX]

"You took my car. Again."


Sarah glared when her brother didn't answer, just swung around her to sit a seat behind. What she wanted to do was pick up one of the many chairs and fling it at his head; Of course, the fact that she was at the college of her dreams and actually wanted to be there kept her from doing just that. She spun around, planting a fist on his desk as she wrinkled her nose, staring at him incredulously. "You...you smell like pure weed! What is wrong with you? You're lucky we're far enough away from Granger - he won't notice. Much. But really, this is getting out of hand - "


"And so was he. Wouldn't give me my fucking money so I took that and a joint," Michael grumbled on about where he'd been, what he'd been doing in place of his last class with his sister's car. He took a stick of gum out of his pocket and unwrapped it, hoping it'd hide the distinct smell. "Honestly you'd think they'd have learned by now -"


"The only thing anybody needs to be learning is Literature at the moment. So sit down, shut up, and if I smell marijuana in my Porsche I will murder you," Sarah snapped, turning around again to pull the paper that had been due out of her folder and onto her desk. Micheal sighed, doing the same, putting his feet up in the seat next to him, pushing back the sleeves of his dark red leather jacket. He propped his head on his fist as he stared, giving a bored appearance once again, even for the one class he actually enjoyed.

 

[BlueJae]

"We're later than late, if you'd just gotten up-"


"You should be more worried about the seats. The seats. God do you know how hard it is to find an empty one when you're late?"


"Granger saved one for us, in the front. Hope you're pleased, oh, and did you do your homework?"


Aiden gave her a look "In the front? Gross- and mind you yes I did, and you would notice if you'd taken your face out of those damned books once in a while." He hissed, only quieting when the doors to the class opened. This was routine, really, by now. Aiden slipped behind his sister, walking down and slipping into a seat right as Granger, or Roy as Aiden had the pleasure of calling him, turned from the board "And that is next week's assignment." Aiden looked up at the board, his heart dropped, a five paged essay with 500 words minimum a page "Kill me now." He muttered, on the brighter side it could be on any book you wanted so long as it was over 300 pages, on the not so bright side, it had to be a realistic genre "I might have to if you don't start showing up on time Foul, homework?" Granger walked over, holding out his hand for the paper work Aiden owed him. The man shoved it in his hand before he hummed approvingly and carried on, talking about more rules the hellish task next week held. Aiden leaned back, blinking when he suddenly felt a tap on his head. He turned to see Matthias, looking only half awake "That assignment is shit." The other muttered, Aiden smirked "Ten bucks you forget about it." he whispered, Matthias arched a brow at him "Deal." He said, before leaning back and before Aiden turned back around.

 

[ROUX]

>Dear Lord, there is a bug in your software - It's called Monday. <


Joey smirked, sending one of his infamous mass Monday mockery texts to his friend, knowing very well they'd be shaking their heads upon reading it. He was the only one he knew that actually enjoyed getting up early on a Monday morning, coffee or no coffee. He was just an early bird...after all, nobody partied on Sunday, so there was no chance for hangover.


Sliding the phone back in his pocket, he tapped the fingers on his desk, eyes flicking to the clock even though the day had just started. The last couple of people were trickling into the classroom, armed with the briefs they'd been assigned over the thanksgiving break. Law wasn't something he was too interested until he'd seen it in action - his parents in court and no less...though he didn't want to think about that little tidbit at the moment.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden rested his head in his arms, his eyes- no, eye, rested on Roy, who was pacing the classroom giving another one of his lectures. The man was half asleep, falling into another nap, and luckily enough for him his sister hadn't noticed. Lucky for him, being late knocked ten minutes of the class out, not so lucky for him, he still had another forty to go. He was going o die at that rate, he was better when he had something to do- hell, he could start writing that essay, or at least the first page, which was strictly what book you were writing about and what the book itself was about then you expanded on all the information given in the next three pages then ended it on the last page with a conclusion. He could manage that, but that would mean he'd have to drop by the library in the twenty minute break between his classes, which he'd so graciously scheduled himself. His next class was law and no doubt he'd pass on of Matthias's other friends on the way there, to who he'd learned was so when Matthias introduced him. A talkative one he was, what was his name again? Started with a J he knew that much. J...Joe? Something along those lines. Speaking of, he heard Matthias chuckle, and turning around he could see the other rolling his eyes playfully. Aiden glanced towards the front, then cleared his throat, it was a universal signal for 'teacher'. Matthias dipped his phone back into his pocket and straightened up. Aiden rested back down,waiting for Roy to make another round before he started to drift off. Maybe he could sleep through this class...Hopefully.

 

[ROUX]

Gabriel rushed into the classroom, holding onto an overflowing bag of papers as he crossed to his desk. Well, wasn't this great. How was he going to scold his students on being late if he was, on the first day no less. Sheesh...well. It wasn't his fault he managed to catch the slowest taxi drivers in the entire city...or that he'd never changed the time on his watch so it was continually an hour late. He dumped the papers on the desk and mumbled to himself, tying to make sense of Cavill's notes, the Professor that he was taking place of, making sure his Starbucks cup was at the far end of the wood away from the work.


------


Jophiel turned around, finally facing front from his seat in the back of the classroom, surrounded by a bunch of his buddies with Matthias and Aiden in front of him. He was bored, not even noticing when the flustered TA walked in the room. Instead, his eyes slid to the rough looking boy slipping in behind the TA, who was obviously too lost to notice the leather clad man sneaking in late behind him. Jophiel sat up, watching him, pairing the snippets of gossip he'd heard about this particular transfer over the past week or so. Apparently he'd been in the force - the Air Force to be exact...hmm. What was he doing here? Joey did know his twin sister - hell, he'd dated her. Not once did she mention him.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden watched the TA flutter in, obviously trying to get here on time and failing. Matthias, one seat up and to the left of him, snickered, Aiden ignored the other. He only took his gaze off the TA when someone tapped his head, he turned, ready to snap at Matthias when he realized well- one, he was turning the wrong way for it to be Matthias, and for two, Matthias didn't look like that "Too good to notice me huh, hot shot?" Aiden raised his brows "Well well, look who showed their ditching ass up for class." He shot back, the other laughed, Azazel, but more commonly known as Sebastian "I've got to roll around some time. Who's the pitiful soul?" He asked, referring to the TA, Aiden shrugged "Alright, know the guy behind him?" He said, referring now to the leather wearing man, Aiden shrugged again "You're asking me like I know or care." Aiden returned his attention to the front, listening to Azazel somewhat, somewhat not "Ahh, that's why I like you. I'll ask your sister then, the little white haired nerd." Azazel mused, he'd always had a thing for Amira, but even if Aiden wasn't always threatening to beat the shit out of him Azazel still had to face the fact that Amira would never go for a class ditching, disrespectful, smart-mouthed, over all asshole like him...And yet that didn't stop him from flirting with her.

 

[ROUX]

Another injection.


He told himself it was just because he didn't want to have to sit totally clean through this entire class, that it was only because he'd been forced to come to this stupid school. Definitely not because he was hooked - no. Not possible. he wasn't addicted...he was stronger than that. He did it because he wanted to, he wasn't like the rest, a slave to the damn thing. Still, his arm slightly throbbed, and it would have dropped his mood even more if he hadn't been high in the first place.


The classroom was packed, and though Michael had slipped in behind one hell of a disorganized teacher, he was going to have trouble finding a seat...and of course the one he spotted that was vacant was front and center. All well. he could move later.


Michael made his way over while the teacher shuffled through papers, slipping into a seat next to some nerdy looking guy with glasses and throwing his book bag down on the floor next to him just before the TA addressed the class.


"Alright. Good morning everyone, I apologize for the lateness...I'm sure most of you know how the lines are in the morning," Gabriel gestured to his coffee cup, smiling, before continuing on. "Anyway, I'll be filling in for Mr. Cavill for now, who as you know, is having a very serious surgery done on his leg, so send him your love. In the meantime, you will be continuing your studies...I believe you were given a brief before the last break? Will everyone take those out please?"

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden could feel Azazel stiffen "The what?" He looked over at Aiden, who was already taking out what was required "Brief." He repeated, looking over to see Azazel repeat the same thing, but with his expression rather than words "Oh you know, just the thing that was handed out the day you skipped because, oh what was it again? 'Longer breaks, dude'." Aiden sneered at him, Azazel only looked ready to punch his face in, but instead sulked in his seat, calming himself "Should've skipped today too." He muttered, Aiden only rolled his eyes, moving to where the new looking kid had sat, he almost snorted. A seat next to Luci. Oh yes, Aiden knew him, and he'd never forgotten him. He had gotten into a bit of a scruff with the guy, he wasn't as much of a nerd as he looked, and if Aiden hadn't set him off that one day by taking his glasses- he would've never guessed the man was vicious in a fight. Lucky for him, he had Azazel break him out of that one, while Aiden wasn't the biggest fighter, his hell of a friend was. The man's glasses still had the crack, it was easy to see where he'd super-glued it back together but that was only if you looked close enough.


The man mentioned sat in silence, adjusting his glasses and getting out all the work necessary. He would have been a lot more enjoyable if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't say a damn word unless spoken to. No one knew what he was really like, and Aiden was about the only one. Who would've guessed, really, that he was almost like the devil himself when he was pissed. He only spared Micheal a glance when he sat next to him, then went back to looking at the new TA. While the class seemed to hum in acknowledgement of what had happened to their teacher, Lucifer only blinked, waiting for the class to get on.

 

[ROUX]

Michael sat back and yawned, whipping out his phone and checking Facebook absent minded. He didn't actually care what was going on in other people's lives, but it was good to know things at least. He was just about to text his sister about the idiotic behavior of a certain frat boy when fingers tapped upon his desk. He looked up into the face of the professor's TA, and sighed, pocketing the device. He now figured that sitting smack in the front of 'Mr. Lightwood's ' line of sight was going to prove difficult for him and his restlessness.


Gabriel dropped the folder containing the current work onto the man's desk, shaking his head at the phone that had been in use when he'd arrived. "What's your name?" He asked, folding his arms.


"Michael."


"Well, Michael, try to be a bit more discreet next time if you're going to text through my class. People don't juts look down at their crotches and smile...and if you do, well - bathroom's down the hallway," Gabriel said pointedly before returning to the desk. "Who would like to explain their version of the summary text?"


Jophiel snorted from his seat at the new boy's expression, gaining a bit of respect for their instructor. Or maybe that had been because the last one had been a complete and utter bore.


Michael sniffed. At least the TA had a sense of humor. Despite the words, Michael opened his folder, looking through it, getting the general idea. He brought his arms up, intending to put them behind his head but instead ended up with his elbow smacking into the guy beside him's face, sending his glasses skittering across the floor and under a desk.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden nearly shot out of his seat trying to get a good look at what he'd just done, luckily for him, Azazel had a hold of him before he could even move- keeping him glued to the seat. He strained to see Luci's reaction before looking back at Matthias with a wicked grin on his face, Matthias smirked, looking past him. Azazel was too busy holding Aiden down with one hand and stealing Aiden's brief with the other to notice the two.


Lucifer really hadn't been doing anything wrong. Really. Hell he was ready to share his summary. His hand was about to go up but he was cut short by the sudden pain to his face. His first reaction was to bring his hand up and jerk the object away sharply, which happened to be an elbow, then rub his face. Second was to search for his glasses, which were so graciously handed back to him by whoever the brown and white blob was. His sight was terrible without them, really. Had he known what had happened, he might've been a little more pissed, but to be honest he'd been a bit too distracted to understand he'd been elbowed in the face. On the brighter side he wasn't bleeding, or at least he thought he wasn't. On the not so bright side, the area between his eyes ached like hell. He grumbled to himself before giving his face another rub and setting his glasses back in place. He sighed in relief to see that they hadn't broken.


Behind it all, Azazel let go of Aiden, realizing that Luci wasn't about to start something. Damn him. He didn't know if it was because he was a goody two shoes or if it was because he'd been to ignorant to realize his predicament, but the devil was settled. When the man looked back down he blinked, then turned to Azazel "Give it back asshole." He whispered, snatching the paper away from him, the other frowned at him "And I was just starting to memorize it." He pouted, "Do you even know what any of that means?" Aiden arched a brow "Well. No." The man shrugged "Then step off." Aiden then turned back around, eyes still glued to Luci.

 

[ROUX]

"Goes to Columbia, can't even afford a couple of bitch - ass contact lenses," Michael snickered, this time successful in putting his arms behind his head as he made the comment, quiet enough so that only the an currently rubbing his face would here. He didn't actually mean for his elbow to hit him in the face, but it was damn funny - or maybe it was the drugs. Either way, he had a maniacal urge to burst out laughing, but he settled it with a self satisfied smirk as he pretended to listen to some over enthusiastic freshman answer Mr. Lightwood's former question.

 

[BlueJae]

"Goes to Columbia, reeks of disgusting druggy." Luci retorted back, in the same, low tone so that the teacher wouldn't hear. He liked to be the A-student, didn't want anyone to know that he could be a real lash when he wanted. That was a side of him he didn't exactly want right now, but this guy seemed to be dragging it out just as well as...Oh what was his name? Aiden had. Yes, that was the last time he'd lost his temper and well...He didn't want to relive that moment. Not now. Now, to be fair, he didn't really know if this guy was a druggy or not but he just had that...Smell to him. You know, that odd smell that you could never quite place. Yes that one. Well, he had it, and he wasn't going to spare it.

 

[ROUX]

"Hmm, it speaks - with fire," Mike replied, saying the last bit with a bit of flare for the emphasized mockery. "But does it have a name? Or is it just a simple minded devourer of hobbitses?" he pinched a corner of a paper between two of his fingers, his eyes running over the information on the page. He could hear two younger women behind him, conversing about how 'cute' their TA was. Weird sure, but not that uncommon. Sophomore girls were strange.


"Hey guys," Jophiel whispered, leaning over the seat in front of him. " Check it out - gotta get one more mega kegger in before finals, am I right?" He laughed quietly, holding the phone in front of them so they could see.

 

[BlueJae]

"I'd rather be called it than give you my name." Luci said, expecting the 'it' to continue, which as stated wouldn't bother him. This one, this one didn't deserve his name. What an asshole this guy was, it really pricked at him more than Aiden did and that was a surprise. He would have to find somewhere else to sit tomorrow, in an attempt to avoid any more contact with him than he would have to have. He wondered if he got here early enough if he could find a seat, then people would start piling in ultimately blocking the one off from sitting next to him.


Matthias looked back, Aiden leaned back looking at the phone, Aiden hummed but Matthias looked more approving of the picture. Azazel only glanced back, but even he was approving of the sound of that.

 

[ROUX]

"Hmmm. Once again, my unfailable attitude towards life has earned me a new friend," Michael snickered sarcastically, his leg bouncing under the table rapidly as he waited for the class to end. Thank god he didn't have any more classes until late afternoon. His head was now pounding, and not in a good way. He stared at the clock again, counting down the last minute, thinking of how he'd probably hit up the gym. Granted, even in the off season he'd still find it packed with football players, but he was more interested in the hockey tryouts. and he didn't try out for anything he wasn't 100% sure he'd make. He kicked hi chair back the minute the class was dismissed, he grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder, walking out the door with earbuds in.


Jophiel yawned loudly when the end came, finishing up a text he'd sent to Tera, hoping she could act as a middleman between him and his ex so he could get some questions answered...but he should have known better. All he got in return were a barrage of texts containing how hot this one freshman boy was - ugh. Not interested. Though might think about inviting some of the freshies to the party. The more the merrier right?


"Ok, I'll see ya'll later," he said over his shoulder as he hopped seats down to the front, heading to his Photography class across campus.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden leaned back in his seat once class ended "Hellll." He muttered, rubbing his eyes, he'd almost fallen asleep all over again "Up late again? What was it this time, crazy neighbors or door ditchers?" Azazel looked over at Aiden as they got up to head for the door, waving at Joey as Matthias came up behind them "Neither, he had a spark of muse and stayed up all night to finish what he'd started." Matthias said, moving next to Azazel "But for the record," Aiden added "the neighbors were going at it again." He said, not sounding so pleased "See, and I still can't put together why this bothers you. If I were you, I would-" Azazel was cut off by a door slamming in his face, Matthias snorted, moving past him, leaving the man to rub his nose and catch up "I do not care for your disturbing indecent patters if you were me, Zel." Aiden cringed, the other shrugged "Suit yourself. Where are you off to?" The man mused "I've got twenty minutes, not much to do in that time." He said, Matthias was about to turn "Lucky you, I need to get to my History class." Aiden and Azazel held up and L shape with their fingers and, in sync no less, stated "Lame." Matthias rolled his eyes "Whatever, later Aiden." He said, the smaller one waved "Later."


"He's never says later to me." Azazel muttered, Aiden shook his head "Probably because you never talk to him. How long until your next class?"


"Mm, does it matter?"


"Good point, knowing you. In that case, you can help me track down my sister. Has my homework for the next class." He said, Azazel arched a brow "I didn't have the time and she loves me too much to let me fail. So start tracking, you seem to have a way of always finding her."

 

[ROUX]

"No, but you don't understand - he was like, Billy Joe Armstrong, but with better hair! And his voice! Ohmahgurd he's so beautiful -"


"I thought he was a bit scruffy," Sarah interjected, trying to offset her friends hyperactive explanation of why she'd joined a guitar class. Without knowing how to play guitar. She'd almost burst out laughing when she saw her trying to look on, lost about that she was supposed to be doing as the rest of the class had played. Of course, she'd tried to drown out her friend's horrible rifts as best as she could with her electric bass, but you could only do so much. They were heading across the green to the library, Tera with books tucked under her arm a she went on about the mysterious 'Alec', and Sarah with her laptop clutched in her left hand. It was amazing how many assignments the professors could cram into a mere three weeks before exams - which she was undeniably freaking out about. She didn't have time for her brother's mess at the moment.


Kicking open the door to the library and startling a huddled group of sophomores, she walked to their usual table and placed her things down, dropping into the seat with a huff and crossing her arms, her seat across from her friend Amira's.


"I want to die."

 

[BlueJae]

Amira looked up, her nose stuffed in another romance novel, she ate those things up, and yet couldn't seem to find a love life of her own. An all too common complaint of her's "Again?" She asked, closing the book for now and arching a brow at Sarah. This was a phrase her friend repeated often and yet, she still came back alive everyday. That was preferred, of course, at least to Amira "What is it this time?" Amira was assuming it was one of three things, Sarah's brother, the upcoming tests, or Tera had talked her ears off. Amira's bet was one the first one, it was the most common.


Meanwhile Azazel was stalking across campus "Why does the library have to be so damn far?" He grumbled, Aiden tagging along behind him "It's insane you know, that you always know where my sister is." He said, Azazel shrugged "After a year or two you learn that she has a routine." He said, Aiden arched a brow "And you took the time to learn it? I've lived with her all my life and I've never been that interested." He stated, shuddering at the thought of actually paying attention to Amira "Of course you haven't you're her brother, you shouldn't care, and thus." He gestured to Aiden, who nodded "Fair enough- but, speaking as her brother, if you try any shit when we get there I'll smash your head in with those damn textbooks of her's." He said firmly, Azazel snorted at him "Big talk, small guy." He said, perking up when the library was within reach "I'll cut you at your knees so help me Zel. I'm not that short!" Aiden hissed as they came up on the library.

 

[ROUX]

"Everything. My Uncle is an asshole, a trait that was undeniably passed on to my brother, and my car smells like drugs, and Midterms to top it all off," she grumbled, tapping her fingers on the table. "How am I supposed to survive three weeks of this nonsense?" She asked, opening her mac-book and pulling up a PowerPoint she'd been working on for Forensics.


"I told you. You should try yoga with me, it's really relaxing," Tera said, watching her friend stress type, nearly breaking the laptop's keys in her effort to get the information from her head to the page.


"And spend ten minutes with my butt up in the air? No thank you. And you can tell Joey that if he wants to talk, we can do it in person. I don't have time for his evasive texts." She looked up from her laptop, spying the two boys and chuckling. "Hey Amira, looks like your shadow is back to have a word with you..."


The relationship - if you could call it that - between Amira and Azazel was somehow one of the most entertaining things on the planet to Sarah. Mainly because they were both so stupid about it. Azazel was trying too hard to gain Amira's attention, and Amira was blowing off a perfectly hot guy...though maybe it was because of his hotheadedness. Either way, it was fun to watch, and she brushed her hair behind her shoulder with a smug smile on her face as she did just that.

 

[BlueJae]

"It's only three weeks, then it's all over. Though, air freshener should help with the care and mid-terms aren't that bad, so, that just leaves your brother." Amira said, already solving the other's problems mental before blinking "What?" Amira looked behind her and made a face "There's my favorite white haired nerd." Azazel seemed to purr, Aiden shoved him to the side- nearly into a shelf, and passed him "I need my essay." He said, Amira arched a brow, the man growled "Please." He said, sounding utmost displeased about having to use the word "Good boy. Here, I suggest you read through it so you know what you're presenting." Aiden looked pleased, about to sit down before he himself was shoved out of the way when Azazel stole the seat next to Amira. Aiden glared down at him before taking Amira's bag and suddenly digging through it viciously. Amira seemed too busy giving Azazel the cold shoulder to notice "Shouldn't you be in class?" She said, and she knew he should. Azazel wasn't the only one who could memorize schedules "I should, but seeing you sounded so much better." He said, Amira rolled her eyes "How you've made it this far is beyond me. The day you drop out it the day I say I told you so." She retorted, Azazel shrugged "Maybe I wouldn't be so down if you'd help me study."


"I might if I trusted you that much." Amira snapped, every time Azazel wanted a study buddy it was always some where alone and quiet. Needless to say Amira wasn't having any of it "What's not to trust ba-" the man was cut off when a chunky text book smashed his face it "Found it! Quit flirting with my sister you bastard. I told you I'd smash your face in." Aiden hissed, Amira fell right in line "Aiden! He might get blood on it!" She said, referring to the bloody nose Azazel now had "Might, but he didn't. Here's your book back, thanks for the essay. Zel, we're leaving." He said, already dragging the man away.

 

[ROUX]

"He really likes you," Tera commented, looking after the pair, and then to Amira, and earning a snort from Sarah.


"Hell yeah he does. Honestly I don't understand why she doesn't give in...he's not quite as idiotic as most of the guys around here," she muttered, obviously comparing it to her on again off again ex boyfriend. "What, does he not compare to the romantic abilities of the characters in your book?" she asked, and Tera frowned.


"But - that's a classic..."


------


Michael punched the bag again, rocking it with a sharp one - two, getting all of his body weight behind it as he drove his fist into the material. The flashes were bothering him again, even through his haze as he pounded it, working out all his frustration into the exercise. Explosions, screams, the firefight and his body hurtling through the air -


His fist went through the punching bag, the sand spilling out on the floor around it. His chest heaved as he breathed out sharply, the flashes slowly fading from his mind. The burn scars covering the right side of his back and shoulder peeked out from under his blue wife-beater, and he reached up with his left hand to rub at them after pulling the other out of the now erupted piece of equipment.

 

[BlueJae]

"No, no he does not." Amira said, closing the book, her tone practically saying 'as-a-matter-of-fact'. That said she examined the text book that Aiden had beat Azazel with, she was pleased to see that there wasn't a spot of blood on it. It didn't matter what the other two said, there was no way she'd take it up with Azazel, but then again...There was no way he'd give up. She wondered if he was the reason she didn't have a love life, maybe he was always scaring other boys away...Oh she'd have his head.


Aiden hopped along, reading over his newly written essay, Azazel rubbing his nose "Was that really fucking necessary?" the brute growled, Aiden glanced over his shoulder "I told you. I. Told. You. You didn't listen. Remind me why you keep trying? I'm almost positive she isn't interested Zel."


"Exactly, you're almost positive. That means there's still a chance. She'll fall, eventually, and when she does I'll be there to catch her." Azazel said, almost proudly, Aiden rolled his eyes "Just makes sure she doesn't find out about those other guys. Oh man, they're still avoiding you, you know." Aiden said, as Amira's guesses were true. Azazel made a good job of keeping others away from her, and Aiden helped, only because it was easier to keep him off of her than a bunch of other boys all at different times. He wouldn't have it, no thank you. Finally, looking up from his paper he looked over at Azazel "So. French?" He asked, Azazel arched a brow "Sure."

 

[ROUX]

I've seen the blood


I've seen the broken


The lost and the sights unseen


I want a flood


I want an ocean


To wash my confusion clean


I can't resolve this empty story


I can't repair the damage done


Michael threw down the pencil. After his failed workout session, he'd migrated to the quad, not at all bothered by the cold. Of course this time he's put on a winter jacket, but was still sprawled out over a park bench, writing the words that came into his head. He stared at the page, then closed his eyes. What he's written was ten times less graphic than what he usually wrote, and what he usually wrote was ten times less graphic than what images usually entered his mind. He could only write when he was clean and sober, which he was at the moment. When he wasn't, things could get a little...scary.


He opened his eyes and checked his watch. 1:30. He was going to be late again...typical. Ah well. He'd already been pegged as the druggie by that guy in his second class, no one would be surprised he was lagging yet again. He closed the book, pushing a small pile of drabbles and words on paper into it's side as he did so, and began the walk to his next class.


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Ok, first of all, he calls you 'his favorite little nerd,'" Sarah said pointedly, holding up a finger to add. "And secondly, my sources confirmed that he he has indeed been beating up any and all of the guys who've so much as liked one of your photos on instagram. Third, Aiden sees him as a threat, even though the guy's like best friends with him. And fourth and most important: I'm never wrong. He likes you. Period," she said, putting her hand down, expecting that to be the end of the argument.