And I'll break it just because I can. +Kida&Claude

[Sarah]

Claude's smirk broadened for a moment, before being wiped away. Oh yes, he was making this guy into a total bitch, which was good for him. It gave him more of an excuse to hate Kida. "I can make most things work to my advantage," Claude said smoothly. This kid was going all Dr.Phil on him, and he hated it. He didnt ask for a shrink, nor did he ask for a tutor.

"I dont want to be fucking taught!" Claude muttered, right as soon as the librarian stepped forward. For a moment, Claude's expression was exact to Kida's, but rose from his seat, picking up the remaining supplies left. He'd never been kicked out of a library before, but didnt care right now. He walked out the door without looking back to the little 1st year, not caring if the little twirp followed him out or not.

[marriedinthesunx]

This was one of those moments in which Kida just wasn't Kida. Funny, because this really wasn't Claude he was dealing with, either. (Not that he was aware of this fact.) Why was he so infuriating? Honestly, all he wanted to do was help that boy and here he was getting an attitude of the century. This would be right about the time where normally the blond would give in, go his separate ways, but when that hand landed on his shoulder it was clear the both of them would be going out the same way. The exit.

Teeth were grit and once his books were collected, he followed, storming afterwards and glaring at the other's neck. Bastard. This was a million times worse than home. This was only his second week at school, too. Entirely not fair. He found, to be honest, the longer he looked at the boy, the more angry he became.

Then impulse took in, an impulse that had never dared escape from his head. All at once the fifteen year old collected a battered white eraser in his hand and whipped it quite roughly at the darker haired boy's head. A loud thwapping sound could be heard and instantly the fifteen year old regretted his choice. Eyes widened and it became abundantly clear that if Claude now kicked his ass, it would be understood.

[Sarah]

Claude could feel Kida's eyes on him. Nothing new, he was used to glares and looks. But, it was something new when the eraser made contact with the back of his head. It didnt so much as hurt, rather surprised. He rose his brows, stopped where he stood and muscles tensed. He had really pissed Kida off that much? Now, it was fair game.

Slowly, Claude turned around in his heel, smiling a "Did-you-really-just-do-that?" Kind of smile. At least the kid could stand his ground. That much deserved some sort of respect. He walked closer to Kida, lips pursed while he half-smirked. "Would you like to postpone these little sessions for a later time, perhaps in the next century?" He asked calmly, a deathly kind of reserved calm. "I dont want to be taught, tutored or helped in any way, shape or form. Otherwise, I would have asked."

[marriedinthesunx]

Did he really just do that? This was so unlike him. Kida didn't just throw things, this wasn't who he was. But that had been his hand and that had been his eraser, and that most definitely had been his aim. Good aim, a good eye for that sort of thing. However, his heart dropped and instantly he regretted ever meeting Claude. Claude with his stupid, pretty eyes, Claude with his expressive eyebrows, Claude with that nasty smile, and Claude with that horrible attitude.

The reason Kida was so riled up? Wasn't it obvious? The blond was attracted to the third year. Attracted to that rough-around-the-edges look the older boy had. Attracted to something he wanted to fix. But right about now there was no way to fix that boy and right about now it was clear that the other had no desire to see him. Those eyes stared harshly into his own, the smaller boy taking a nervous step back and frowning. "That's fortunate, asshole! Because I really have no desire to work with you."

Hate. hate. hate.
Like. like. like.
Really, he was a mess of emotions when this should be completely black and white.

[Sarah]

The nasty smile Claude had come to own reappeared. "I'm glad we can see eye to eye." He said smoothly. So, he did have a way of getting out of complications. Well, part of his complication. He'd still be failing math, but at least he wouldnt have to see Boy-Wonder again anytime soon. Though it was cruel, he was gaining a great amount of pleasure from intimidating the blonde.

"Its been nice meeting you, Kiddo." Claude said simply, hoping the kid was holding to his word when he said he had no desire to work with him. Good. It would keep him out of his face. Slowly, he turned to the opposite direction he had been facing when he was hit with the eraser. Slowly, he made his way down the hall.

One less person to worry over. Claude thought to himself, smirk increasing in width. If Kida was to try and stop him now, he wasnt sure if he would stop or not.