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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter Two : Part Five
Iridescent eyes nearly roll up into her head as she hears Jacen’s voice behind her. With a sigh, she pulls her tie free of her locker and shuts it, turning in time to meet deep hazel eyes barely flecked in red. The halls beyond are full and busy as students move in through the front doors, some socializing while others hurry to their perspective classes to meet up with friends in order to socialize before first bell rings.
“What?” she says impatiently as the older boy steps in close and places his hand on the locker near her head, leaning in. Samara doesn’t flinch, she simply stares up at him in annoyance, “Move your arm or I’ll move it for you.”
The teenager only laughs, “You know I love it when you act all tough with me, Mara.”
“I’m not acting, you jerk.” Samara smirks, “Either move your arm or I’ll give you more than a broken nose this time around…”
Jacen frowns and pulls his arm away, straightening a moment later. “You are seriously mental, you know that right?” he says snidely. “There’s so many chicks in here that would give up their right arms to be with me-”
“Oh please,” the white and black haired teen snorts, reaching down to flip her collar up and swing the tie around her neck. “So go mess with them and leave me alone for once. I’m not interested, how many times do I have to fucking say it?”
Before Samara can slide her hand up to the tiny bird pendant resting at her neck and tuck it into her uniform top, it catches Jacen’s eye and he reaches forward suddenly, slipping his fingers beneath it to lift it up. Twisting it once and watching while the light shines brilliantly in small blue stones, tainted hazel eyes travel up to meet her gaze. “When did you get this? Looks way pricier than the stuff you normally wear Mara…”
Reaching quickly up to pull the necklace free of the other teen’s grip, she stuffs it into her shirt a little hastily, “It’s none of your business” she scowls, “The tag or when I got it” turning, she attempts to move around Jacen only to have him step directly into her path.
“Come on” he smirks, using his body to push her back against the lockers. “Saying all that only makes me more curious…” a frown forms on the boy’s lips as Samara meets his gaze with annoyed iridescent eyes. “Where did you get it?”
“She got it from me.” The two teenagers turn around to find Sen standing directly behind them. “It was a ‘thank you’ gift for showing me how things worked in school and being my friend. If you like it so much I can get you one too, it would look real pretty with your eyes, Jacen.” Sen smirks at his own sarcasm. “How about you quit flirting so bad with Samara since she obviously doesn’t like it? You really can’t flirt with her anymore anyhow.” The hybrid casually leans against the lockers.
Samara’s gaze meets clear crimson momentarily as the other teenager is turning around and she mouth’s something Sen doesn’t have time to answer when he’s met with Jacen’s curious look. Crossing his arms over his chest, the black haired teenager quirks an eyebrow, “Yeah, why is that Sen? You finally get it together and want to come back to me like you should have done in the first place?” behind Jacen, Samara pulls her fingers up to her mouth and makes a gagging motion, pulling a smile to the hybrid’s lips that the boy to his front immediately misinterprets. Unfolding his arms, he moves a step closer “I knew you couldn’t resist me in the end… there’s no other guy even close to you in this place…”
Sen just shakes his head with a smirk, crimson eyes flashing slightly. “While that’s flattering and all, I think not. Though I do find it funny that my lucidity is reliant on this realization I must be having.” The hybrid suddenly realizes that confrontation brings out a lot of Father in him. Also, the ability to throw it in someone’s face just how they are not as amazing as they thought they were. Jacen seems to be the only one that has been able to push him like that, something about this kid just annoys the ever-loving shit out of him. He doesn’t know where the hell he’s pulling this vocabulary from, but he likes it.
Samara’s continued gagging disgust threatens to break his concentration and he can’t help but laugh as Jacen turns around and she goes immediately straight-faced. Sen walks up to the other boy casually, stepping in close and bringing his lips just inches away from the half breed’s ear. “I still find it incredibly amusing that while you can draw the attention of practically any student in this school, you choose to go after the ones that won’t have you...” The hybrid’s breath on his neck sends a shiver down the other teen’s spine. “Why is that, Jacen?” Sen can’t help himself, Jacen was so easy to fuck with, and it’s not like the half breed didn’t do his own share of fucking with people himself.
Swallowing hard, the teenager turns his head only in the slightest, wanting nothing more than to have the hybrid kiss him again, or touch him or something. He was just so fucking hot. But instead he manages to whisper, “Because we’re the best…” he says, tainted hazel eyes looking longingly as crimson shift enough to meet his gaze. “There’s no one else in this place that compares… You two have to get that…”
An amused smile spreads across Sen’s lips and he leans in, barely making contact with the half breed’s neck as he speaks, his tone quiet and low. “If that’s the case…” The hybrid walks around to Jacen’s back, blowing slightly on the other teen’s skin as he moves, chuckling as he practically seizures. “…then there is only one option.” Sen quickly moves away from Jacen and turns around to grab Samara, essentially lifting her off her feet as he pulls her close, meeting her lips for a passionate kiss immediately after.
Tainted hazel eyes widen and the half breed’s jaw falls open as the two teenager’s mouths remain locked together for a few moments later. Sen smiles slyly down at the half breed as they slowly pull away and iridescent eyes remain locked with clear crimson as an equally sly grin spans full lips. Trailing her fingers up along the hybrid’s body, she leans up on her toes to slide her arms across his shoulders before tilting her head in the slightest to brush her mouth against Sen’s, once again meeting him for another kiss.
“Whoa!” Jacen interrupts as he finally finds his words, causing the half breed to pull away only a little and shift her gaze to the side to meet the shocked expression of the other teen, “Mara, what the hell?” Jacen’s gaze shifts from Samara to Sen and then back again. “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me…”
Without removing her arms, the half breed slips her body back down and smirks. “Not in the slightest.”
“And why would she? If we are supposedly ‘the best’ then don’t we belong together?” Sen smiles wryly. He looks back down into iridescent eyes and chuckles. “It took us long enough to get there…” Clear crimson eyes move back up to flawed hazel. “Don’t look so kicked, it just means you’ll have to settle on one of all those hundreds of students who actually do want to hook up with you. Though if you still really want a pretty necklace from me, Jacen…”
The other teenager immediately scowls. “Go fuck yourself Sen.” Jacen turns abruptly around and storms back out into the busy hall beyond, his words nearly lost in the noise as he goes.
Samara watches the area the half breed was in for a few moments longer before her gaze turns up to meet Clear crimson. She manages to keep her composure for the space of two seconds before bursting out laughing. “Okay I so thought he was going to have an aneurysm when we kissed, for real.”
Sen laughs. “I don’t see why it was all such a surprise. I seriously only think he goes after people who won’t have him because then he never actually has to do anything about anything, he can just stand there and look pretty. For all the self-confidence he appears to have on the outside, he certainly crumbles pretty quick. He’s like the only one who makes me want to act like Father on, it’s fun.”
Samara snorts, “Yeah, it looked like you were having fun…” pulling her hands away, she slips out of the hybrid’s grip and turns around, folding her arms just beneath her chest in a playfully annoyed huff. “Too much fun actually. For a minute there, I thought you might go and kiss him anyway.”
“No, god, no.” Sen slips into Jenova mode again, leaning down to wrap his arms around the petite half breed and nosing in black streaked, white locks until his lips touch her neck. He whispers into her skin. “You are the only one I ever want to touch.” Opening his mouth, he scrapes lightly on her skin with sharp fangs before standing upright and completely changing his demeanor back. “You should know this by now. The last thing I want is Jacen dry humping me again.” He smiles. “But it is amusing to watch him squirm.”
Tilting her head back, long layered hair falls further down her back as she stares up into clear crimson with equally amused iridescent. “Okay I have to give you that.” She laughs softly, “it was pretty fucking amusing.” Uncrossing her arms, the half breed lets her head drop back down and turns around, fingers sliding up to finally knot the tie at her neck. “But I’m only giving you this one time, cause now that we’re all official, there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to let you touch anyone else.” She flashes Sen a stern look. “You so much as look at someone else, I’ll kick your ass, you got it?”
“Ok, ok…” Sen laughs. “No more messing with Jacen or anyone else… while you’re around.” The hybrid laughs and flinches away as Samara smacks him across the chest. Leaning down, he brings his lips close to hers. “No one else…” The two are about to kiss when First bell goes off and he pulls back reluctantly. “Aw man, better not piss off Mister Aduel…”
“Heaven forbid” she says, rolling her eyes before they both break out in soft laughter, moving quickly out into the hall soon after. Reaching down, Samara grabs onto the hybrid’s hand and darts towards their homeroom, dragging Sen along with her.
Coming to halt when they near Section C, the half breed lets the other teenager’s hand go and rounds the corner into their class, followed soon after by Sen. Annoyed silver travel up from the paper work at his desk to narrow and meet clear crimson only briefly before he smirks, looking almost disappointed that both teenagers had made it in before Second bell.
“Quiet and take your seats!” Mister Aduel yells out without looking up from his papers.
The entire class shuffles quickly to their places and just as Sen seats himself besides Samara, the bell rings off in the distance.
“Sen.” the Angel’s voice booms out a moment later and all eyes turn to the hybrid. “Pass these out to the class” sliding the stack before him forward, he sits back and crosses his arms over his chest and waits for the teenager to do as he’s instructed.
The hybrid rolls his eyes and gives a knowing look to Samara before rising from his seat and taking his sweet time to walk up to the front. “Of course, Mister Aduel.” Giving the Angel a saccharine smile, he takes the papers from his desk. The smile immediately fades as he turns back around and starts dropping the papers on everyone’s desks, ignoring the occasional giggling from the girls as he passes by and looks in their general direction. He was so glad Samara wasn’t anything like that, it would get old real fast. What he did like, however, was how flustered she would get when others did. Not that he would do it to her on purpose, but the possessiveness was cute and it was nice to be thought of like that.
Samara watches as the other teenager makes his way around the classroom with the papers, eyes narrowed and not so subtle glare directed as each of her fellow classmates who flashes him that look. God she fucking hated that. Before she had no real right to feel jealous about any of the attention Sen got because they were just friends… it never stopped her from feeling it, but she had no right. But now, Sen is her boyfriend and even though it just became official the day before and no one besides Jacen knows, she won’t hesitate to let any of the ones gunning for him know who he’s with if they step over any lines.
Iridescent eyes pull away from a pack of whispering girls as Sen gets near, she meets clear crimson as he hands her a stapled packet and she returns the smile the hybrid flashes her before he turns and hands Meiru a set and moves away. Finishing the rest of the class, the hybrid reseats himself to her side and the Angel clears his throat loudly, once again silencing the students again.
Crossing his fingers at his front, Mister Aduel’s gaze travels quickly to Sen’s as a smug smile forms on his lips. “Parent Teacher conferences.” His words pull a collective groan from nearly everyone, Samara included and he hisses at them in Angelic to be quiet before continuing. “You will take this packet home to your parents. I expect it to be read thoroughly and signed by the one who will be attending. I want these returned to me by tomorrow’s First bell and no later or you will be written up and the points will be deducted from your final grade. I will then begin arranging meetings to start after school, this Wednesday. Times are 5pm sharp and I suggest that you stress to your creators that should they, themselves, arrive even a minute late, this too will be deducted from your grade as my time is valuable and I will not tolerate tardiness by anyone.”
Sen barely manages to stifle his laughter, drawing an annoyed scowl from the Angel. His time is valuable his ass and the hybrid really didn’t think Mister Aduel would like his actual creators coming in. Something about meeting one’s God face to face doesn’t sit well with most people.
Iridescent eyes catch his and Samara gives him a curious look. Sen immediately touches her thoughts telepathically. [Ho shit. Professor Tightass would totally piss himself if my creators came in… Even then, I think he’d piss himself if Father came in. He can’t do shit to him and Father would show up an hour late just to annoy him. He can’t stand elitist assholes like him. And really, what could he do to me if Father didn’t show? Which he won’t. He pays his fucking salary.]
[Shit, okay you should try to get your Father in just so I can watch all that happen] Samara has to put her head down a little in order to hide the smile threatening to cross her lips, pretending to look over the papers while she does so [these things are Brutal. My dad always has to come in because the one time my mom did, mister stick up his ass tried to talk down to her cause she’s not Angel. It made my dad so angry and they had a nice little ‘talk’ about it. Then the asshole marked me down for it!]
Sen frowns. [How can he even do that? What a prick. You would think that if you teach students of different races, their parents are going to be as well… I think I might try and get Father to come. I’m not sure I can, because he won’t care enough to put forth the effort, but you never know. Unless Aduel was outright physically attacking me, I don’t think he’d bother.] The hybrid laughs. [Though I’m pretty sure I could take Aduel in a fight.]
[Pfft] Samara glances to her side and smiles [hell,*I* can take him in a fight. My dad’s a Higher rank than he’ll ever be…]
An amused smirk forms on the hybrid’s mouth, interrupted quickly by the Professor’s voice as he commands the students to put papers away and begin lessons for the day.
Sen sighs as he drops his bag off on the floor of his room and flops on the bed.
Aw fuck, the parent-teacher thing.
The hybrid gets back up and fishes through his bag to pull out the stapled packet. How the hell is this supposed to work? Father won’t go, and he shouldn’t have to. He does pay the prick’s salary after all. He supposes Dad could go, but he wouldn’t want to subject Dad to the fun that is Mister Aduel. Still that takes him back to the fact that neither of them should have to go in the first place when he’s the son of the person who owns the school.
Reluctantly, Sen walks out of his room and travels down the hall with papers in tow. Standing in front of the door, the hybrid doesn’t bother knocking, he should know by now that they can sense when he’s there.
“Just a minute, Sen.” Aki’s muffled voice sounds through the door and the hybrid rolls his eyes. They were probably getting ready to go at it, or just laying there naked. Seriously, what’s wrong with clothing?
“You can come in…”
The heavy seal dissipates as Sen touches the brass knob and opens the door. Peeking in cautiously first, the hybrid meets the cerulean blue eyes of his dad sitting upright at the edge of the large four poster bed, slender form wrapped in a heavy kimono. Laying besides him, Jenova’s obviously naked pale form partially in and partially out of red silk covered down with his eyes closed to the world and the back of a clawed hand resting casually against his forehead.
Sen makes a small face to himself because he had been so right. Well… at least they bothered to cover up long enough for him to talk about this.
“Your father is adverse to the cold…” Jenova says abruptly without ever opening his eyes, “Close the door...”
The hybrid nods and shuts the door behind him. It was always a good ten degrees cooler in their room than the rest of the house so it really didn’t make sense but he just doesn’t argue with Father… ever. Walking halfway up to the bed, Sen nervously grabs on to his papers as he faces them.
“So apparently they’re having parent-teacher conferences… which means I’m supposed to get this thing signed and someone has to go in and talk to Mister Aduel about my school work. Everyone has to do this and he’s being a real asshole about it, saying that if anyone’s parents show up even a minute late he’s going to deduct it from our grades.” Sen scoffs. “But I figure since Father pretty much owns the school and pays his salary, you won’t have to do it, right?” The hybrid smirks. “Though technically he said our ‘creators’ but I don’t think he would really like his own god and its other half coming to see him.”
Aki raises an eyebrow and shifts his gaze momentarily to Jenova who cracks open an eye in return.
A small smile forms at the corner of pale lips before fading as he closes his eyes once again. “Far be it from me to disrupt the inner workings of that school…” the Demon says flatly, “And since I do not feel that teacher of yours will be able to fully appreciate one such as your… grandfather attending, I will leave this up to your father on whether or not he wishes to attend himself…”
Aki smiles. “I think I would like to go. I’d like to see your school and meet your teachers. You talk about them all the time, it would be nice to associate faces with the names.”
Sen’s expression drops. Damnit, he was hoping to get out of this. Walking up the rest of the way towards the bed, he reaches out and hands the packet to the Eclipsed. “Fine… but remember Mister Aduel said if you’re late, he’ll take it out on my grades so if I fail I’m blaming you. He wants these signed and back to him by tomorrow morning so I need them back.”
Aki takes the papers and thumbs through them. “Then I’ll make sure and show up an hour late just to piss him off…” He laughs as Sen rolls his eyes. “It says here to call your teacher and arrange the meeting with him. I’ll do that tomorrow and let you know when I’m scheduled. The papers will be signed before you go to school in the morning.” He shakes his head in amusement as his son exits the room, closing the door behind him.
The Eclipsed looks down at Jenova, crimson eyes still closed to the world. “So what am I up against with this Mister Aduel that Sen seems to hate so much? Since you apparently pay his salary according to our son.”
“Lower rank Angel” the Demon says simply. “…Typical of his race.” Crimson eyes re-open and shift over to meet light blue. “He dislikes his position, yet due to… circumstances… he will not be promoted beyond. He has been given this particular job as a way to redeem himself, so he is… stuck you could say and apparently takes this frustration out on those children he teaches...” Jenova smirks, “Nothing beyond normality as far as his kind is concerned.”
“Lovely.” Aki returns the smirk. “This should be interesting…”
Sen heads up the stairs to Section C with his packet in hand. He had a good ten minutes before the first bell and he really didn’t want to give Mister Aduel anything to get on him about. The fact that he was ‘Filth’ was enough. The hybrid honestly didn’t know how it would go with Dad coming in. The Eclipsed was pretty damn tolerant about most things but due to some of the stuff the Angels tried to do to him a long time ago, the things they did to Uncle Fuan and often do to their own people, and then not being able to leave Father alone, his reverence for them as a whole was wearing thin. He himself had mentioned it on more than one occasion.
Rounding the corner to his hall, the hybrid rushes past a bunch of students. After he passes by, he hears more whispering than normal coming from them. Fuck, what now? He decides he doesn’t care for the moment and really just wants to get to class and avoid getting in trouble.
Entering the classroom, Sen puts on a big smile and walks casually up to the Angel’s desk, whipping the papers out and tossing them on the surface with five minutes to spare.
Silver eyes narrow and he grabs the papers, giving them a brief comb over before tossing them on a building pile at his right. Sliding a small printed notebook closer, he opens it up and scribbles something within, never looking back up as he speaks, “Is there something else?”
Sen simply continues to smile. “My Dad looks forward to meeting you, Mister Aduel.” Satisfied with himself, the hybrid walks back to take his seat, only now did he notice all eyes were glued on him the whole time. The students quickly turn back to their groups and start whispering amongst themselves. He’s about to go ask one of them what that was all about when Samara comes running into the room, her own papers in hand. Hyperventilating, she slams them down on the desk just seconds before the first bell finally goes off. Taking only a moment to collect herself, the half breed straightens and moves swiftly to her seat.
“Five points, for the condition of these papers, Miss Samara.” Mister Aduel’s voice stops her only briefly in her tracks and she scowls, pulling a small bout of quiet laughter from a nearby group. “SEATS!” the Angel yells out a moment later as she resumes her pace without a word, the cloud over her head nearly visible as she plops herself down besides Sen, looking very pissed off.
“I’m going to fucking kill him” she whispers angrily as the rest of the class scrambles to their desks before the second bell.
The hybrid chuckles at her, Samara was cute even when she was pissed. “Not if Dad does it first. Apparently, he wants to come in and meet my teachers, but his patience for Angels like Aduel is short so I guess we’ll see. Knowing him though, he’ll probably just blow him off like he’s nothing and that will suck all the fun out. He’s a pacifist most of the time.” Sen looks around as students begin whispering again and looking in their direction. “Hey, everyone’s been acting kinda funny towards me… you have any clue what it’s about?”
“Yeah, I do” she says, “and that’s what I meant when I said I’m going to kill the pri-” Samara’s words are interrupted as the Second bell goes off and Mister Aduel begins his usual droning. Iridescent eyes flash angrily to her other side when she catches two nearby students staring at both her and Sen with mixed looks of disgust and envy written on their features. “What are you looking at?!” she bursts out suddenly, taking everyone by surprise.
“Samara!” Aduel calls out, “Explain yourself!”
The petite girl turns to her front, her temper clearly getting the best of her as she speaks, “There’s nothing to explain” she retorts before turning back to the students at her side. “Maybe I’m just sick of being stared at by these idiots over here when they should be doing their work”
“That’s enough!” the Angel says.
“But-”
“Detention, 3rd period”
“That’s not fair!” she calls out, too riled up to feel the soft touch at her arm by Sen as he attempts to get her to calm down.
“Life is unfair, young lady” He says angrily. “And since you insist on running that mouth of yours, report to the headmaster’s office right now so I may continue to teach without your interruptions”
“Fine!” Samara seethes, standing up and turning towards the door. Reaching out as she passes, she knocks the two student’s papers off hard, sending them flying all over the floor and causing the class to gasp collectively before exploding into an excited uproar.
“BE QUIET!” the teacher calls out as the half breed reaches the doorway and storms out into the hall.
Sen just smirks to himself, shaking his head. She was definitely something. The hybrid pulls out his notebook and begins writing.
Looking around, the worry is clear on Sen’s face. Samara wasn’t in Weapons second period and even though he knew where she would be for third, he couldn’t get there in time before the bell rang to try and talk to her. The class right before lunch was the only one they didn’t have together so he resigned himself to just having to meet up with her again at lunchtime. As the day went on, however, the whispering didn’t get any better and it was starting to really annoy him.
Giving up for the moment, Sen grabs his lunch from the parked driver and walks to their usual spot by the large tree on the side of the building. His attention is pulled immediately as a small white and black haired storm cloud moves in his direction. He smiles as she stops and turns towards a group of students she’s passing and has a small exchange with them before making a few rude gestures, turning back a moment later and continuing towards the hybrid.
Finally reaching Sen, she tosses her bag down besides him and turns to kick the tree besides him. “God this pisses me off so fucking much!” she says, kicking the tree again. “Who the hell does he think he is?? Christ!”
The hybrid grabs onto her hand and pulls her down beside him. Opening his box he takes out a small wrapped sandwich and hands it to Samara. “Here, eat, then tell me what’s going on. Was it Aduel? I’m completely confused in all this… and what about all those people whispering? Why weren’t you in Weapons?”
Scowling, Samara begins attempting to tear the wrapping off the sandwich while she speaks. “No, it’s Jacen. I wasn’t in Weapons because I got stuck in the headmaster’s for way long since that prick told practically everyone he knows that he caught us doing it in a class yesterday.” Sen looks at her in disbelief and slight surprise while she continues to rip at the wrapping, not making any leeway as she does so.
“I know! What the hell is that? He’s just jealous because we hooked up with each other instead of his sorry ass and now it’s all over the fucking school. I have half the boys calling me a slut behind my back just because I wouldn’t touch them with ten foot poles, the girls that wanted to be with you are all over it and then my stupid fanclub was all mad at you for ‘landing’ me when they couldn’t and- JESUS CHRIST!!” she stops abruptly and makes a small frustrated sound. “Is this plastic wrap made of steal or what?!”
Sen grabs the sandwich away from the half breed, tearing the plastic open effortlessly with a claw and handing it back. “Ok, how the hell can you be a slut if you’ve never actually had sex with anyone. Neither of us have. Hell, apparently you didn’t even kiss anyone before this past Sunday.” The hybrid finds himself rather confused as to why never actually being with anyone or ever doing anything makes them a ‘slut’. He shakes his head and sighs, making a mental note never to mess with Jacen again because every time he does, he has to clean up the asshole’s mess. “Look, you and I both know what’s true and what’s not. Even if that did ever happen, do people really think I wouldn’t have the senses on me not to smell him if he got within a mile of us? Don’t tell me the headmaster actually thinks we did that?”
Taking a bite of the sandwich, she speaks in-between. “No, because she knows I’m not stupid enough to get myself caught even if I did do something like that.” Snorting, the half breed looks down at the food in her hands. “This is really good…” taking another bite, she continues. “She was just trying to calm me down, give me the whole ‘I can’t allow other’s opinions to dictate my emotions’ speech she’s good at. But I can’t help being pissed off. The only reason anyone is even believing Jacen’s bull is because they’re jealous or because we wouldn’t even look at them or something. God! I really hate kids my age some times. Half these kids aren’t even virgin anymore so they’re all a bunch of fucking hypocrites.”
The hybrid shakes his head. “As long as she believes us…” Sen stops, a sly smile forming over his lips. Clawed fingers reach out and grab Samara, pulling her into his lap despite her protests. He looks down, staring into iridescent eyes for a long moment before bending to kiss her. “Then maybe we should just make them all so sick of us being together that they get bored and find someone else to bother…” Their lips meet briefly before a disgusted scoff grabs his attention and Sen looks up to find Jacen standing in front of them with a bunch of his cronies behind.
“What’s the matter Jacen? Didn’t have enough courage to come here alone after the shit you just pulled? You need a new hobby that doesn’t involve either of us.” Sen narrows his eyes, holding Samara back as she attempts to use the hate daggers she’s staring with.
“I think you guys are proving the rumors right now” Jacen smirks, flawed hazel moving down to eyeball Samara’s legs before traveling back up. “Couldn’t even wait until you got into a class this time around huh, Mara?”
“Fuck you!” she yells out, attempting to kick at the older boy, but is held back by the hybrid. “You are so pathetic that I can’t even believe I ever called you my friend! You tell these idiots the truth or I swear I’ll kick your ass so hard, it’ll come out of your stupid mouth!”
A small flash of doubt passes through tainted hazel eyes before he breaks out in laughter, his group laughing right along with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mara. I know what I saw and it’s not like Sen’s really denying it…”
“Yes, you saw us kiss once in front of the lockers and apparently somewhere in that twisted little mind of yours translated it to sex. How that’s possible since we are both still virgins, I have no clue, but things kind of work strangely in your universe.” Sen gently pulls Samara off his lap and rises to walk towards the group. Flawed eyes of all colors drop immediately when they meet his gaze. He gets in Jacen’s face, smirking when the half breed attempts to, but can’t hold a constant gaze. “You think if I was stupid enough to do something like that in school, I couldn’t smell you coming from a mile away? Or is it that you just want to see us go at it that much that it’s wishful thinking on your part? Should I record it for you when it finally does happen so you can see what you’re missing and will never have?”
Attempting to look Sen in the eyes again, Jacen falters audibly, “Th-there’s no way you’re virgin, no way.” he takes a half step back, eyes moving over to Samara’s and narrowing and moving back. “Who are you trying to fool? Just because you’re the son of the Founder, Sen, doesn’t mean you bully people into silence.” The half breed glances back to the kids behind him, taking a breath to gain his resolve before looking back. “Why don’t you just come clean, it’s not like the whole school doesn’t already know what you two did…”
Sen steps up to fill the gap. “If I had slept with anyone, I would openly admit it. I have no reason not to. I also don’t see how defending myself no matter who my father is constitutes bullying. I’m not the one who went around making up rumors that they knew would spread like wildfire across the school. I’m not the one who showed up with a posse of students to back my ass up because I couldn’t do it on my own and I’m not the one who’s all butthurt because I couldn’t ‘land’ the one girl or guy who wouldn’t have anything to do with me. So you tell me, Jacen, who’s doing the bullying?”
Jacen takes another step back “Look, I just told a few friends what I saw.” He smirks. “It’s not my fault it spread all over the school after that. And I didn’t bring a ‘posse’” he glances back to the group behind him, most of them looking more than a bit nervous as they quickly return his gaze before looking away. “These are my friends. You do know what friends are Sen?” the half breed crosses his arms over his chest, once again glancing at the small angry girl behind the hybrid before flawed hazel move back to clear red. “Having a fucktoy doesn’t count, by the way…”
Sen steps up again, putting a hand behind him to signal Samara to chill for a minute. The hybrid quickly searches Jacen’s mind. He hated using that ability but the idiot just wasn’t getting the point. The images he found were highly amusing, however. “Funny, how would you know the difference if you’ve never has sex with anyone either? In fact, what little that happened when you were dry humping me at the juice bar months ago is about the closest you’ve ever gotten to getting laid. For all you talk and all you strut, you just can’t seem to keep your cool when someone actually has interest enough to do something about it.” He smirks. “And you have the balls to talk to me about friends when you are nothing but a long list of disappointments and false promises for people and a means for them to up their popularity. How many real friends do you have, Jacen, because I’d rather have one real friend I can count on when the shit hits the fan than one hundred who tuck tail and run, like yours seem to be doing.” The hybrid eyes the rapidly dispersing group behind Jacen. “How about you do a little more than make up lies and sling petty insults, because this is getting old real quick.”
“Sh-shut up” Jacen tries to maintain his cool, but his composure was quickly falling apart. “There’s no way you can prove any of that. Just like there’s no way anyone would believe you, come on – this is me we’re talking about, right-?“ he turns around to the group behind him to look for some form of reassurance only to find all of the kids gone, spread out and moving back towards the building. Turning back, worried tainted hazel meet amused crimson and he smirks in an attempt to cover up his fear. “You’d be a lot fucking cuter Sen, if you weren’t such an asshole.” Turning around, the half breed begins walking away, speaking as he goes. “You guys deserve each other, you’re both a couple of fucking teases anyway.”
Sen finds the opportunity impossible to resist and he touches the halfbreed’s mind telepathically. [And you’d be a lot cuter if you weren’t such a spineless, vindictive rat, Jacen. You have the ability to be a good guy, why don’t you try it once and a while?]
Stopping abruptly in slight surprise, Jacen’s fists ball but he doesn’t turn around. “Fuck you, Sen…” he says half heartedly before continuing on and storming away.
“God, he’s such a prick.” Samara says behind Sen, still clearly annoyed. “What did you say?”
Sen smiles and turns around to rejoin the other teen. “Heh, I basically told him he’d be a lot cuter if he wasn’t so spineless and he can be a good guy if he tries.” The hybrid looks to his side, making sure Jacen wasn’t within earshot. “I didn’t want to do it, but I went into his head for ammo since he just didn’t seem to get it. Everything I said to him was true, he really hasn’t ever gotten laid or even done much of anything. It was actually kind of sad in there. He really does just want people to like him, but goes about it in all the wrong ways.” He grins wickedly. “Oh and he’s a total momma’s boy.” The two laugh for a good few minutes.
“Oh. My. God.” Samara says as she finally begins to calm, stepping in close to the hybrid. “I can’t believe he’s virgin too, I honestly never would have thought that since he’s so, you know… Jacen” slender fingers slide up along the hybrid’s torso before wrapping her arms around Sen’s neck and leaning up on her toes. “Now it so makes me totally want to show him up about it too…” leaning in, she smiles and brushes full lips against the hybrid’s before pulling back just enough to talk. “Not that I needed all that to want that anyway.”
“Yes.” Sen grins. “Not only is he a virgin, he’s barely done more than kissed someone. I wasn’t kidding when I said what he did to me at karaoke was the closest he’s ever gotten to getting laid. For all the talk he does, he has nothing to back it up.” The hybrid laughs. “Even if he could hook up with you, he wouldn’t have a clue what to actually do with you once he got there.” He flushes. “Not that I’m any better at this point, but at least I admit it flat out.” Leaning down he brushes full lips in return. “We’ll just have to figure that one out together.” The two teenagers close their eyes as they complete the kiss