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You hated him.
You hated him more than anything.
The smug look on his face whenever he came up with one of his little quips,
The way his thick Texan accent slipped out every once in a while.
His stupid fucking anime shades and how his blonde hair was spiked back-
It was like he was trying to ironically look like Goku.
It made you sick.
So sick that when the substitute teacher said you two were to be partners on the latest project you wanted to vomit.
He grabbed his bag and stood, walking over and plopping down in the seat beside you.
“English.”
You clenched and unclenched your jaw. He sounded so smug; he knew how much you hated him. You just gritted your teeth and avoided looking at him.
“Strider.”
You glared at the sub with orange spray tan skin. He fumbled with the collar of his green shirt nervously, avoiding your hardened gaze as he spoke, practically hiding behind the list of names he held. You kept staring, your eyes like daggers, boring into him; doing everything in your power not to look over at dirk and the smirk that was definitely playing on his lips seeing you this pissed. Your naturally tan face probably looked more like a tomato than anything else at this point.
Once the teacher stopped talking and the bell rang, you shot up out of your seat- eager to head out the door to lunch and away from him- but you could feel a strong grip appear on your forearm. You whirl around, ready to throw a punch and break those stupid shades but you stop short seeing a different blonde then you were expecting.
“Jakeeyyy~! U wanna have lunch together?”
The words were slurred, just slightly; and her breath smelled like alcohol. You let out a breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding, relieved to see her, but a tad bit more displeased with the fact his friend was drunk at all.
“Roxy are you drunk again..? In school..?”
She rolled her eyes, avoiding the question and biting her cheek before changing the subject. Her grip on your arm squeezes softly as it seems she for just moment is holding you more as a sense of balance instead of a regular hold. You frown.
Putting your arm around her waist and her arm over your shoulder, you hoist her up into your arms.
“Come along now, we best get you lying down before you rustle your own jimmies too much and blow chunks.”
You smiled a little as reassurance, hoping she cant see the worry on your face.
This was the 3rd time this week.
You carried her down to the nurse’s office, glancing back at the seat next to yours one last time before you go- only to snicker a little to yourself when you see its empty.
In the lunchroom, with Roxy in the nurse’s office; you were left to sit alone. Eating your sandwich, watching Netflix on your headset- Avatar playing, your favorite movie of all time. You were so zoned in you hadn’t even realized as the other blonde made his way over and sat down.
“Yo English,” you went ridged hearing his smooth, deep voice next to you.
You pause the movie and take off your headset- glaring at him. This seemed to amuse him because he smirked and cocked his head.
“My house after school to work on this thing? Since I figure you don’t wanna drag this out.”
You took in a sharp breath and looked away nodding, reaching back for your headset.
“Sounds good.”
His hand quickly pushed the headset just out of reach, and you growl and glower up at him; mentally burning a hole into his head.
“Listen English. I hate this just as much as you; but let’s be fucking civil.”
You snicker and roll your eyes, “Civil- huh? Why don’t you just bugger off if it bothers you so much- save us both the pain?”
This seems to hit a nerve as you see his jaw flex- he grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls you forward.
“Listen up you fucking prick. I’m not going to take your shit like every other little brainwashed person in this town- so you'll shut the fuck up and play nice if you know what’s good for ya.”
You practically laugh in his face and snicker, “we're resorting to petty threats now? Heh- you’re losing your edge Strider. You know you lay a finger on me and my family's lawyers will be sure to suck you dry.”
He pauses for a second- unreadable behind the shades but you notice just a slight twinge of his brow in... frustration? Confusion..? Embarrassment..? Christ. He's just impossible to get a read on, isnt he? He sighs seemingly looking at you and then assessing the space between the two of you, before he throws you back, turning away grumbling. You now have the smug look, watching him go.
Thats what you thought! Hah! Who's intimidating now, with all the sharp wit and.. ahem.
So a day at the Strider residence… This is going to either an interesting learning experience for you or an awful idea..
Perhaps both.