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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 21, 2012 23:48:53 GMT -5
Parker watched as someone rushed passed her. Her gaze turned back to the classroom, seeing Luc on the ground. "Awh, did someone get hurt?" She sneered, leaning on the entrance of the door. Of course, she meant nothing by it, just stalling. She peered over at the blood on his shirt, and retracted a bit. Blood made her nauseated. Her head spun, and she closed her eyes before looking at Luc's hair. "What'd you do? Piss someone off?"
She still stood in the doorway, off to the side for when Clae returned. Parker waited for his snide remark, knowing it was pointless to try and start a conversation with him. All he ever did was annoy someone until they couldn't take it anymore. But no one else was around anymore.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 21, 2012 23:56:56 GMT -5
"Monroe's always pissed about something. He's like a fucking leech. If he isn't drawing blood, he isn't happy." He mumbled.
"Why do you always have to talk so foul?" Clae asked him, pushing up his shirt to get to the stitch.
"Why does it bother you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms under his head, looking up at the girl. Had he not been in a secret relationship with Dyson, he may have went after her. But he didn't.
"You have nice legs. They'd look better in a navy skirt than blue jean cut offs though." He said, his gaze not faltering from her's. And he had no intention to. At least it was something to look at.
"I'm gonna pull this out." Clae said and Luc groaned, wincing when he felt the stitch pulled out.
"That's what he said." He mumbled, burying his face in his arms.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 0:09:11 GMT -5
Parker moved into the classroom, taking an empty seat to watch. Her eyes going back between the two as they talked. "You'd look better if you weren't such an ass," She commented in response. He was cute, but she already had enough of getting bitched at. Her arms rested on the desk, one moved to hold her head up. Her eyes looked out the window, and back to Luc as Clae began to pull at the stitches. The room darkened, sun hiding behind rolling clouds.
It was like a storm approaching, but the clouds only had a tint of grey. 'Wouldn't that be great,' Parker jumped as she felt a vibration down her leg. Reaching into her pocket, she groaned with complaint before stepping out into the hall. It was a bunch of hushed yelling and mumbling under the breath. "No, I'm going out to eat dinner. You and mom have a nice time," She walked further away from the classroom door as the voice on the other end grew louder.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 0:20:10 GMT -5
Luc just shrugged, averting his gaze. He wanted to say something along the lines of 'well, half of the football team would beg to disagree with that' but he didn't. He didn't like talking about what happened behind closed gym doors, the countless times they had literally hunted him down and forced his legs apart. He wasn't ashamed of being raped, he was ashamed of being controlled. "I'm not looking for anyone, so I don't need to be attractive." He said, biting down on his hand as he felt Clae start stitching his back. Tears stung his eyes and he squeezed them shut, wanting Dyson there more than ever.
"O-ow.." He breathed, even his voice trembling at the pain.
"I know it hurts. Just lay still, okay? I'll be done in a second." Clae said quietly.
"I'm not moving.. Trust me.." Luc mumbled, trying to think of anything else to get his mind off of the pain in his back. He felt Clae start to wipe the blood from his back, tensing instinctively as he got closer to the hem of his jeans.
"It's okay.." Clae said, pulling his shirt back down. "Good as new, right?"
"Maybe seventeen suicide attempts ago I would have been.." Luc retorted, taking Clae's hand to get to his feet.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 0:33:35 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not coming home to take care of you two." Parker growled into the phone. She paced back and forth down the hall. The call seemed to last hours. She held the phone down at her side as she heard her mom's voice come through the speaker. Listening to her parents argue over the phone was just as bad as listening to it in her person. Most of the time they forgot they were on the phone, and would stay on til Parker hung up. "I'm eighteen, I don't have to come home.."
Her cheeks became red with frustration as her mom began to yell about finding somewhere else to live. It was tempting, but Parker needed money first, and taking it from her family wasn't an option. Once she got out, she didn't want to owe them anything. "Stop being a bitch," came across the speaker loud and clear as Parker put it against her ear again.
She stayed quiet, letting the yelling go on for a couple more minutes before ending the call and walking back over to the classroom. Seeing that Luc was fixed, she turned away. Her stomach growled quietly as she thought of somewhere to go eat.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 0:48:50 GMT -5
Clae helped him to a chair, and he sat down, putting his bag on the floor. He looked up as the girl came back into the room, and as tempting as it was to be nice to her, it was easier to ignore her. He would rather have someone hate him than attached to him. 'Your days are numbered, Pike' Monroe always told him, and he didn't doubt it. He reached into his pocket, searching for a lighter that wasn't there.
"Polish these." Clae said, sitting a box of badges on his desk. Luc looked up at him, grabbing the rag from him.
"Then I can go?" He asked.
"I guess, since you're in pain." Clae said, sitting back down at his desk. Luc pulled one out of the box and slowly started to polish it, drifting between reality and eighteen years ago. He couldn't shake the feeling he had to want to die, and was seriously tempted to do it right here. But he had made a promise that he was going to keep.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 0:56:45 GMT -5
Parker looked around the classroom, she had never really payed attention to it. The uniforms being the only thing she remembered about it from freshman orientation. Now, it was her senior year and barely anything had changed. "Why do you come to school?" She asked, out of the blue. The silence was creeping on her, and she was growing uneasy.
Parker was a pretty outgoing girl. In fact, her life seemed pretty great. Her eyes rolled and she leaned up against the door, looking toward Clae. 'It's come to staying at school..' Was her only thought. She watched Luc shine the badges, "So besides that guy pushing you up against the wall, what'd you do?" referring to his crutch and stitches.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 1:02:22 GMT -5
Luc looked up at the question, not sure if she was talking to him or Clae. But Clae wasn't paying attention so he answered. "Because anywhere is better than home.. Because if I didn't, I might have come up with a fool proof way to commit suicide." He shrugged, slowly pushing the rag back and forth over the badge until it was shiny again.
"Uh.. I fell in the bathroom at the mall and hit my head on the sink.. They did a cat scan or whatever and I had something wrong with my back that they had to fix.." He didn't feel like explaining he had been brutally raped going to get his vest from Vegas. "And I got in a car accident day before last. The airbag came out and broke my wrist. After I hit my head on the steering wheel. But it's nothing, I guess." He shrugged, picking up another badge.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 1:13:43 GMT -5
Parker shuddered, a chill ran down her spine. "Not a very happy person, are ya?" A small laugh escaped, but she wasn't laughing at him. Her hand moved, brushing back her bangs as she went back to starring out the window. "Is that why your a jerk, or do you just do it for fun?" She moved into the classroom, sitting one desk away from him. Her mind still expecting a smartass comment.
Parker rested her elbow on the desk. Placing her head on her hand, she watched the rag move around the badge. Not really sure of what to say, she kept her mouth shut, waiting for him to say something. She chewed on her lip, still trying to think of somewhere to eat after this little chat.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 1:26:22 GMT -5
"I wasn't a jerk until I started punting for the middle school football team." He retorted. It didn't do much for his case, not without a story. But it was a story he had been scared to tell even Dyson. "Well, I take that back. I was annoying back then. I turned into a jerk when I failed ninth grade and was stuck back with the class below me. I only failed by half a credit, so I made it up pretty fast but still. I guess I don't see a point in having people cling to you when all you're going to do is drop dead one day." He sat the shiny badge next to the first one, and picked up a third.
"I mean, a kid with like, fourty suicide attempts on his medical record isn't exactly someone anyone wants to be around. I've lost count by now. Not that there's not kids who still talk to me and ask to hang out. And then there's Monroe. But like... actually letting your guard down to some boy who has no reason to live is just going to leave you hurt. So if anything, I'm looking out for you guys in a way. When you see my name in the paper, you're gonna pass right by it without blinking an eye. And you can tell your kids 'hey, don't be that guy'." He shrugged, bending down to search his bag for his water.
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