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Post by Sarah on Nov 15, 2008 19:26:02 GMT -5
Blades of green grass seemed a couple shades deeper under the shade of the maple tree, inwhich Claude had selected. The brunette merely came over, undoing his tie which was part of the uniform and sat down, not caring that it was slightly damp from the morning dew, and the reflecting pool near by.
He sat down with a sigh, knowing he had better things to do than this. Or, more fundamental things. He and Jadie were screwed over in their grades, Math class especially. The rest they could slide by in, just not that one. He could have been preparing for the upcoming exam that was a week away, or reading, or something else related. But, to be honest, he didnt give a shit.
How much he would give to get wasted right now, he had not the faintest idea. But, he needed it, bad. And, soon. Even though he currently had a hang over. It didnt matter. This school could mess with you, if you let it. Which, was precisely what Claude had done. The one time he tried to listen to his step mother, "Hold up the family name!" and it had backfired. Right in his face, it blew up. To the point, he wouldnt even care what happened to him any more. He thwapped his head against the base of the tree, wishing ever so much for a large limb to fall off due to its impact, and hit him square in the head, knocking him uncoincious.
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Post by snarky on Nov 22, 2008 19:02:27 GMT -5
He had been doing it again. Thinking. Not to say it's bad to think...its somthing everyone should do. But he was thinking about life in general, the reason he was here, how much he didn't want to be here..how he hated this school and life right now. He had stayed couped up in his room until he was ready to throw himself out the window, actually getting to the point of opening it and sticking his head out. And thats when he felt the nice breeze, and decided he was going to go for a walk, probably around town.
It felt nice to finally be outside of that god forsaken school. He looked back at the dreary looking building, muttering something under his breath. He couldn't do anything there..well...that was a lie. He could, but he had to do it all so secretively it almost wasn't worth it. He stretched as he easily made it outside the walls, casually pulling out a pack of cigarettes. It had all he had been able to sneak from his house in the chaos it had taken for him to be dragged into the car...he wasn't worried. It was a given that at least half the other kids who went here smoked, and it was simply a matter of buying them off of them or becoming their friend.
With a sigh he lit the end on fire, watching the smoke as it trailed into the air. He sucked it in, holding it in his lungs until he couldn't take it anymore and he blew it to the side, not wanting to get any in his eyes at the moment. As he did his eyes caught movement in the distance; it looked like someone was trying to get a concussion by tree.
He smirked, casually striding over as if he had known the stranger for all of his life. "Hey" he said, smoothly sitting down next to the boy, leaning against the same tree. "Trying to get a concussion?" he asked, with honest curiosity. He knew that Claude was probably stressed, but hey. Klint couldn't help himself. It was helping him forget about how angry he was.
He rolled his eyes, taking another drag, frowning as it was already half gone. He wasn't trying to take hits that big; but then again thats what he did when he was stressed. Without thinking which way the wind was going he casually exhaled, watching the smoke unfurl int he air, and consequently straight into Claude's face.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 22, 2008 19:11:32 GMT -5
Claude lifted his head up as he heard footsteps and scowled. Great. Another kid he didnt have any interest in, nor planned on ever having any interest in. He opened his mouth to speak, to find smoke choking him down his lungs. "Jack ass." Claude muttered, coughing. Claude scooted a bit away in the opposite direction.
Random much? Smoke Stacks just had to come and visit him? Of course, that was Claude's kind of luck. Claude blinked his eyes, the smoke burning. Not the best day to come up and talk to him, let alone give him second hand smoke.
"Yeah, I am. Care to help?" Claude snarled, closing his eyes and scooting father away. "Leave me the hell alone." He mumbled. Sure, the guy was being casual, but Claude didnt want casual. He wanted it to be that he could drink without hearing his pulse in his ears, without his head killing him.
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Post by snarky on Nov 22, 2008 19:22:51 GMT -5
Klint lifted a brow as he heard Claude mutter. He snorted, scooting after Claude, intent on invading his personal space as much as he could. "You seem stressed" he said. No, it wasn't a question. It was a statement. Thanks captain point out the obvious. " Wanna talk about it?" he asked, nudging him obnoxiously in the arm, finding himself suddenly pressing against him.
"Whats bothering you?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He had originally come here to make a new friend, but to be honest, Claude's mood had just brought back his feelings of contempt for the world. And since it was now Claude's fault he was once again feeling like this, Claude had to pay.
"Does this bother you?" he asked, taking another drag from his cigarette, the last one before he would be smoking the filter. He held it in a moment, not wanting to waste the few that he had left, but he was excited now. He blew the thick smoke, directly up Claude's mouth and nose, smirking as he did so.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 22, 2008 19:30:08 GMT -5
Claude rolled his eyes. "No dip, Sherlock." He muttered. "And, if I wanted to talk about any kind of shit with you, I would have been the one to walk up to you, now wouldnt have I?" He countered. No way was he going to spill his guts out to this jack.
Coughing, Claude scooted further away, breathing in fresh air that was avalible. Klint was making that deplete fast. "What the hell did I do to you?" He ordered. No, he decided what he was going to do to him. While the cigarette was still perched between Klint's lips, he flicked it out of his mouth, flipping it out on to the ground. Still burning, it finshed into the filter. He was sorry to say that he didnt get much satisfaction from it. "Fuck off." He muttered.
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Post by snarky on Nov 22, 2008 19:43:04 GMT -5
"Well I came over here hoping to be a friend" he explained slowly, as if to a retard monkey child. "But then you had to go and ruin all of that, and now I'm just having fun" Yes, he knew he was being brutally honest. To the point where it became immature, but he didn't care. His single mission in life right now, was to piss Claude off. He found himself looking at Claude, momentarily distracted by his shockingly blue eyes. He didn't notice at first when the cigarrette had been flicked out of his mouth, until he tried to take another drag.
Feeling like a complete dip shit, he growled "Motherfucker" as his hand plucked the still burning, though pathetically so, filter. He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head lightly as he casually fitted it between his lips again.
With a grunt he suddenly launched himself at Claude, slamming his hands into the bark of the tree above his head. Using most of his weight in keeping his hands pinned to the tree, intent on Claude not being able to punch him in the stomach, he put the rest of it in his knee, which was pressing into Claude's gut. His own startling grey eyes were just inches from Claude's blue ones; his bangs had been swept to the side in his fast movement and for once you could see his face. He froze for a second, surprised by how close their faces were, and for a few moments he stayed like that, just studying his face.
With a mirthless smirk, looking like he was about to kiss Claude, he suddenly pressed the still burning cigarette butt just under Claude's jaw, closing his eyes as smoke unfurled into the air, putting even more pressure on Claude's arm as he heard the sizzling sound it made against Claude's skin.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 9:38:22 GMT -5
Claude's eyes widened, mouth open to speak, before he was pinned to the tree. What the hell? Claude was bigger than this guy, but he was the one pinned to the tree? If only the concussion could have pulled through.
All this, over flicking out the guy's cigarette? It was nearly gone anyway. Claude's teeth clenched as Klint's knee made contact with his stomach. The little asshole! Claude stared at Klint, into his storm cloud grey eyes. When they paused, Claude just wished he knew what Klint was doing, so he could be prepared. But, Claude's eyes merely widened as Klint drew his lips down closer to him. What the hell?
"Dont swing that-FUCK!" Claude yelled as the butt of the cigarette pressed just under his jaw. Now he truly was bigger than Klint, and pushed his hands off of his own, then pushed his chest in one movement. He stood, walking a good distance away while he rubbed his neck. "Trying to brand me, cocksucker?!" He yelled.
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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 14:03:58 GMT -5
Damn it. Did he have to be so much fucking smaller than everyone else his age? Sure, he was taller than some of them on a rare occasion, but they were always bigger. Though, he had never really tried to get any muscles. He just wasn't interested in sports or weight training; though, he had to admit, those things were useful alot of the time.Not that he minded, unless they were pissed off, kind of like Claude was right now.
He gave a dramatic sort of huff, as if Claude was in the wrong for pushing him off. He let the butt fall off his lips lifelessly as he stumbled back, debating if he should stand up or sit down. Deciding that it would be much more comfortable to sit, he let his legs collapse underneath him and he ended up with his legs stretched out infront of him, his arms behind him and keeping him up.
"If you want to put it that way" Klint said casually, not bothering to fix his bangs yet. They would probably get messed up in the next few minutes, anyways. He looked up at Claude innocently, before saying " Dont swing that way? Im guessing you've never actually kissed a girl"
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 14:25:17 GMT -5
Claude's breathing was deep, glad for once of how often he fought with his jock-strap of a brother. It was the only thing, plus multiple injuries, that he gained by fighting with him. He'd loose each and every time, but gained a bit of strength with it.
Claude straightened his uniform that had wrinkled upon being pinned, not that he truly cared. What the hell was this guy's problem? One second, he was ready to kill him, the next, perfectly normal? No, not normal. This was anything but normal. You dont just go up and burn a guy, then ask about the weather.
Claude rubbed the back of his neck now, rather the place of burn, as he did when frustrated or confused. This guy could read him, huh? Sure, a couple little kisses here and there, but no major make out sessions. With either gender, for that matter. "What's it matter to you?" Claude asked, trying not to sound defensive.
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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 14:45:28 GMT -5
"Well it's pretty obvious" Klint said, even though he was surprised he was even kind of right. "Im guessing you've never made out either" he added as an afterthought. He smirked as he watched Claude rub his neck, hoping maliciously that the burn hurt like hell. He also hoped that he was making Claude uncomfortable...maybe even break under whatever pressure Klint could make?
Whats the matter with me?" he asked. He seemed to ponder the question. Oh how he could answer that questions in so many ways....Well, it started when I was born into this family... But that wouldn't be the fun way to do things. After a few moments of looking up at Claude's face, he smirked and simply replied "Well..it's more whats wrong with you"
He hated to admit it, but Claude's seemingly innocent yet angry question had made him uncomfortable; even disturbed. Was there something wrong with him? Well..there was, but he didn't want to think of that too much. He sighed, glaring at Claude like this was all his fault.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 15:00:54 GMT -5
Claude's brows furrowed. This was so confusing. Angry, he could handle. Happy..that was warped. Mood swings.. That was only for girls to have, not this twisted guy in front of him. "Are you trans-sexual or something?!" Claude asked, noticing how Klint's smirk turned into a glare. Soon, Claude found himself glaring as well. "What the hell does my sex life matter to you?" Claude asked, walking closer to him. Yep, Claude was insecure about that kind of topic. He was the little weenie boy who couldn't get a date. You could imagine that you couldn't get by with that. "If I have, or haven't-" Definitely haven't "-Is for me to know!"
"What's wrong with me?" Claude echoed. "Sorry, I didn't ask for a therapy session, did you?" He muttered. He chuckled coldly. "Honestly, I dint give a shit about what you think about me." He said, shrugging, as if he could recover. But, it was a lie. In some ways, though he hated to admit it, he did care. You would have figured he would have got over stuff like that by now, after so long.
"What's pretty obvious?" Claude asked, raising a brow. There he went, contradicting himself. So much for 'I dint care what you think'.
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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 15:30:35 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smirk darkly at Claude's ridiculous first question. Who the fuck asks that? He opened his mouth to answer but found himself scooting backwards until his back was against the tree, his jaw clenched as Claude walked towards him. "Well I'm sure out of those two choices" Klint said, exceptionally calm for the situation. "It would be a haven't"
He closed his eyes at Claude's behavoir, thumping his head against the trunk of the tree lightly. "Well Im sorry if you wanted me to be Dr. Phil" he explained,"But Honestly, I would rather see you suffer in your own little melodramatic kind of way". He cocked a brow, saying "Well if you didn't give a shit 'bout what I think, why are you getting so upset?"
He gave him a "Hah I told you so You just failed" kind of look as Claude asked. "Pretty much everything about you" Klint said easily, though he had to admit, Claude was a rather interesting person. Not that he would ever admit it to him, but he had hardly known the guy for ten minutes and he had already managed to piss him off without really trying. He watched Claude warily, subconsciously pressing himself against the tree as he neared.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 15:40:14 GMT -5
This was not going well for him. At all. But, in some cases it was. Or, so he thought, noticing Klint scoot further against the tree. Claude's temper was flariing, and his smart ass coments wasnt helping lower it. He bent down, pulling Klint up to his feet by the collar. That's right, being bigger had loads of advantages. "And, what if I havent?" Claude countered. "And, I dont need a fucking Dr.Phil, but even he has a better mugshot than yours." Claude answered smoothly. "So, all the people you've fucked were wasted, werent they?"
As for the 'Why are you getting so upset' question, Claude simply didnt answer that. He didnt have any sort of witty banter for that. He shrugged, still holding Klint's collar and hoping he was choking the guy, after all, he had choked him with his smoke, this was only fair.
"I guess I'm easy to read." He muttered. "Hey, that's fine. But, you have to be concious to do that, now dont you?" Claude rose a brow. As if he'd be able to do any damage to him. Claude was too much of a 'good boy' for that.
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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 16:12:56 GMT -5
Klint gasped lightly as Claude grabbed his collar, trying to pull away. Standing on his toes, unable to breathe at all otherwise, he glared down at Claude. He had brought his hands up, at first trying to push Claude's arm away, and now he was just digging his nail's into his skin, determined to make him bleed.
He didn't feel the need to 'protect' the people that Claude had called wasted. It's not like they would care, even if they did know. He lifted his head some, struggling to find air. "You dont have the fucking balls to do anything" Klint said suddenly, as if reading his mind.
"Fuck off" Klint snarled, echoing what Claude had said, not fifteen minutes ago. Dragging his nails down his arm, leaving raised swells, he suddenly spat at Claude's face, hitting right underneath the eye. He glowered at Claude, as if daring him to do something.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 16:23:56 GMT -5
Claude smirked to himself. He loved being the 'bigger person' for once. Just this time it was literal terms. He ignored Klint's nails, the pain unknown to him currently. Talk about a testosterone high. He was ready to knock Klint's block off.
"You want to find out if I have the fucking balls to do anything?!" Claude snarled, tightening his grip. In another corner in his mind, he wondered what the worst offense he could get for killing a guy. Nah, Klint was asking for it, no trial.
Claude bit his lip as Klint's nails grazed over his skin. "Get your fucking heroine nails off me!" Claude growled, shaking Klint. Claude became perfectly still next second, removing a hand slowly off of Klint's collar, to wipe away the spit. He blinked slowly, and clenched his teeth, hitting Klint square in the jaw. "I guess I do have balls, dont I?" Claude said simply. "But, you were wanting to find that out for yourself, werent you, cocksucker?"
In one movement, he thrust Klint from his body, throwing him against the tree. "Jack ass."
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