[OPEN] we can't all live forever.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"You mean Dyson?" She murmured softly. "He's a jerk to everybody, not just Tony...on the football team, actually."

She sighed. "I'm sorry.. at least you're not afraid of him.." She glanced up at him at the question. "Cos he's the one being threatened if I don't.." She mumbled. "Says he'll just hurt him.."

[marcus owen foster]

"I don't care what he is. Im going to beat his ass." He said flatly, looking around the dark streets.

"Britt has had cancer since Mat died. He begged for him to come back, and Satan just screwed him over. But he's always been sick. He's had problems with his lungs all his life, or ever since I knew him. If he's been fighting that long for just himself, I think he'll fight tooth and nail for you." He said, looking over at him.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Maybe.." She mumbled, kicking at the sidewalk as they moved. "Doesn't mean I'm going to give him a reason to be hurt even more..." She worked her jaw. "I already lost my dad, Marc..and Tony once, too.. Begged for him back actually...got raped and all this now in return. He doesn't deserve to deal with more stuff...and if that means these memories and feelings haunt me the rest of my life, or his life or whatever, then fine."

[marcus owen foster]

He played with the change in his pocket. It didn't seem fair to him, but neither was anything around here any more. They were playing with matches instead of jacks, now. And the stakes were high. Love or lose; you walk a straight and narrow line.

"Nothing around here is fair anymore, Zoe. Deacon's boyfriend is dying, yours is dying, mine is angry, Thatcher can't have anyone. Life isn't easy. Sometimes you just have to grin and bear it, babe." He waved at someone who smiled at him, not realizing it was August.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Yeah," Zoey mumbled. "You always know what to say," She complained, watching a few rowdy boys scamper for the stands as they neared the school. She glanced up as she spotted Dyson take his helmet off, catching a bottle of water somebody threw his way, shoving at a kid with a smirk, though not enough to get him in trouble before they game.

"That's Dyson," She nodded towards him.

[marcus owen foster]

"That's gonna be dead." He said, watching him. "When I went to school, long hair was illegal." He said, climbing up into the stands. He pulled out his phone, realizing no one had bothered to text him. He put it back into his pocket, his eyes growing red as he watched the kid. But the more he thought about it, the more he was tempted to just leave him alone. Tony would be mad either way. Him being mad because of this jerk seemed like a better option. He leaned back, rubbing his mouth slowly.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Good," Zoey mumbled. "He tried shoving Tony in a locker yesterday." She frowned. "Cornered him in the band room, I guess. Thatcher chased him off."
She dropped down beside him, stretching her legs out a bit as she looked around at the crowd.

There was a good twenty minutes before the game started, Dyson and a few of his buddies only half in uniform, not bothering get any practice in and instead just screwing around. He spotted Zoey and flipped her off with a smirk. "Tony come crying to his unrelated sissy today?" He sneered as he passed.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc gritted his teeth, honestly torn between letting this guy keep hurting Tony, or Tony be pissed at him for chopping the boy's head off. He could feel his fangs growing longer, his red eyes attempting to stare holes into him as he passed.

"I don't know what his fucking problem is, but he had better watch his fucking back." He growled, leaning back a bit. He tapped his fingers on his legs, watching Thatcher walk with his usual apathetic manner to the band stands, and a boy walk into the middle of the field.

"Ugh." He groaned, pulling himself to his feet as the color guard came out.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey shrugged. "Just do it," She mumbled carelessly, standing. Dyson fell still in his walking at least, gazing down at his phone instead of at the field.

He glanced up occasionally, then over at Zoey. She shook her head, biting back a yelp as he passed again as the color guard began to exit and he shoved at her some, hand sliding over her back.

He turned to leave, knowing the players needed to get down to the field as she straightened up.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc stood at attention, saluting the flag as the very girly sounding boy sang the national anthem. Once the flags were off the field, he finally put down his hand, glancing over at Zoey. He could see Dyson's retreating figure as he walked back onto the field, and again debated killing him. Then the rational part of his brain piped up and told him no, that Tony would be mad. That he was a monster now and he was on a tight leash.

He reached over, brushing Zoey's hair back over her shoulder. "It's okay." He said, managing a half smile. He took his seat, folding his hands in his lap as he looked out at the field, the boy who sang walking up into the bleachers.