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[sub][color=slategray]Location: School Hallway, After School
Featuring: [color=31ba9f][b]Jamie “Talks Too Much” Callaghan[/b][/color] & [color=a52521][b]Owen “I Still Hate You” Lyon[/b][/color][/color][/sub][/center]
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[indent]Jamie was already having a shit day when they showed up. By now, the school was mostly empty, and Jamie was just about to head home, after he put away his books in his locker. And then, Jeremy Macintosh and his two henchman slammed his locker shut. Jamie looked over at the culprit and sighed. Today, was not the day. [color=31ba9f][b]”What is it today, Macintosh?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, rolling his eyes.

Jeremy Macintosh, up until last month, had been dating Kristina Mcpherson. That is, until Jamie published some very incriminating pictures of Jeremy with Kristina’s best friend, Maddie White. Needless to say, Kristina didn’t take it well. School had been out for break the next day, so Jeremy hadn’t had a chance to catch Jamie alone. But today he’d gotten lucky.

[b]”You broke me and Kris up, you piece of shit,”[/b] Jeremy hissed, seething. By now, Jamie was no stranger to disgruntled subjects. It’s what happened when you published the secrets of the students, with zero anonymity. But, most of them were scared off by his close proximity to Trixie, and in turn, Hailey. Except today, the Helmsley’s had returned, pulled Damian out of the pits of Hell that Hailey had cast him into, and effectively became heroes to those who hated the It Girls. [color=31ba9f][i]Fuck[/i][/color]

One of Jeremy’s henchmen, Derek Clayton, made his way over to Jamie’s left side. They had effectively trapped him up against the locker, with no way out. [color=31ba9f][b]”I don’t remember telling you to cheat on Kris, [i]Germy[/i]. Now scatter, before I let Trixie know to make an announcement that the three of you, are blacklisted. Wanna have a dry spell that lasts until you graduate? Huh?”[/b][/color] 

Jeremy smirked. [b]”Callaghan, I think you know better than me, Trixie and the rest of the Bitch Brigade aren’t in anymore. We ain’t afraid of them,”[/b] Jeremy sneered. [color=31ba9f][b]”Aren’t.”[/b][/color]

[b]”What?”[/b]

Jamie sighed. [color=31ba9f][b]”You said ‘We aint afraid of them,’ but what you should’ve said is, ‘We [i]aren’t[/i] afraid of them,”[/b][/color] Jamie explained.

[b]”Okay, so now you’re smarter than us?”[/b] Jeremy asked, his voice raising.

[color=31ba9f][b]”I kinda thought that was a given.”[/b][/color]

Jeremy screwed up his face in rage and pulled back his fist. [b]”Fuck you, fag!”[/b] Jeremy launched his fist forward, at Jamie’s face, but missed, hitting the locker behind him. Jamie had ducked down, evading the punch. [color=31ba9f][b]”Alabama called, they want their mindset back Jeremy,”[/b][/color] Jamie taunted. Derek and the other lackey, some meathead sophomore, hauled Jamie up, pinning him against the locker. Jeremy, out of retorts, resorted to going straight for the gut. One. Two. Three. Like sledgehammers his fists fell into Jamie’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. [color=31ba9f][i]Fuck.[/i][/color]

Owen Lyon was having an okay day. All things considered, it had went alright. Sure, his hand still stung. On the bright side, however, his cousins had returned from their extended vacation to Sweden, and with their help he was relatively confident things would shift back to normal. He’d had his moment with Marshall in the morning, which had briefly reignited his anger; though it was quickly quelled by something he found in his locker: a note from Trixie. Maybe, just maybe, he was doing things right.

All good things, though, had to come to an end. This one came to an end because he saw Jamie, who was becoming somewhat of a thorn in a side. Jamie Callaghan had escalated from a thorn in the side to a huge pain in the ass, as Owen rounded a corner and found the self-proclaimed investigative journalist shoved up against the wall, getting his ass handed to him.

Truth be told? Jamie probably deserved it. Kid had a big mouth, and Owen very much wanted to abandon him, and leave him there until he was properly beaten and pissed blood. The only thing that made Owen interfere was the thought of what his father would do. Troy would have saved Jamie, no matter what was happening. Owen would do the same.

With a heavy sigh, he approached the situation. [color=a52521][b]“Ay! Drop the asshole, or we can get retarded. I’ll fuck around and you’ll get slaughtered.”[/b][/color] Owen said, and for emphasis, he popped the cinnamon gum in his mouth, standing his ground.

[color=31ba9f][i]This is so on brand[/i][/color]

Jeremy froze in the middle of his next punch, slowly turning around to face Owen. [b]”Owen, why don’t you simmer down, okay? Look, I’ll let you have the next few punches even, just chill,”[/b] Jeremy said, grinning and stepping back from Jamie, offering Owen the next chance to torment the journalist. 

Jamie meanwhile, was still upright against the lockers, doing his damndest to keep the pain off of his face. He looked up at Owen, his left eye swollen and bruised from their last encounter, and fixed him with a blank stare, daring the boy to join in. He wasn’t going to beg for mercy here. [color=31ba9f][b]”Come on. Do your worst.”[/b][/color]

Owen let out another one of those sighs, while staring at Jamie. [color=a52521][b]“Jamie, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Never forget that.”[/b][/color] Then, he turned his attention to the three surrounding boys, lifting up and pointing with his busted up hand. [color=a52521][b]“If you guys don’t bug out of here, then I got some bad news for you. Your head, is going up his ass. And your head is going up his ass. And you,”[/b][/color] Owen pointed at Jeremy. [color=a52521][b]“You drew the short stick, because your head is going up my ass.”[/b][/color]

Jamie was a little shocked to see that Owen was actually on his side with this one. He was fully expecting Owen to hit him square in the face again, but he had to admit, he liked this scenario a bit better. Not much better. He was still having his ass saved by Owen Lyon. But ass saved was better than ass whooped. 

Jeremy motioned with his hand for his goons to form up on him, Derek taking the left and the sophomore taking his right, letting Jamie free from their grip. The boy rubbed his wrists, wincing, but glad to be free, for now.. [b]”I think you’re all talk Lyon. Ain’t no way you can take the three of us,”[/b] Jeremy taunted. 

[color=31ba9f][i]Aren’t![/i][/color]

Though Owen didn’t look at Jamie, it was clear his words were directed at him. [color=a52521][b]“I don’t like bullies.”[/b][/color] Owen said, before he spun on his heel and lifted his foot up, kicking Jeremy in the chin, and watching him crumple to the ground — a spinning roundhouse? Excessive, but flashy enough to hopefully make the other two fuck off. Then, he turned his attention to Derek and the remaining kid. [color=a52521][b]“You got one chance to dip.”[/b][/color] He said firmly, planting his foot back down on the ground. A spinning roundhouse, really? Owen supposed he was doing it to show off; being flashy and acting confident was an easy way to make people think you’re a threat — which Owen thought he certainly was. Owen still chose not to acknowledge Jamie. He would deal with the snake after the two more immediate threats were dealt with.

Derek, for all his looks, wasn’t exactly a bright boy. Rather than run in the opposite direction he charged at Owen, shoulder down, going for the tackle. His friend, the sophomore, came at Owen from the other side, trying to catch him off guard. Owen blamed Jamie for this. He so, passionately blamed Jamie for this. He only had one hand, for god’s sake! And it was his good hand that was taped up! If he could stand to look at him long enough, Owen would have demanded Jamie buy him food after this.

Undoubtedly, Owen had to eat one of these hits. It was just a matter of which one he wanted to take. Of course, the choice was simple. Derek was a football player, and the sophomore kid was just that: a sophomore. Besides, Owen was a trained fighter. A couple of douchebags? They might as well have been stationary targets. Owen held his leg out, twisting his body to the side slightly away from Derek and toward the sophomore. He put his hand on the back of Derek, using his own momentum to send him tumbling down and across the hall, into the rest of the lockers. He accepted the rush from the sophomore, which pushed him back a bit, but Owen was quick to handle that one as well.

He caught the kid in a grapple, holding him in place with his superior strength, before he brought his knee up to the younger boys stomach, slamming into it.

The youngest boy fell to the ground coughing, and luckily, stayed there. Jamie looked down at the scene around him, pleasantly surprised. This had gone a lot better than he’d figured. He bent over and grabbed his bag and began walking over to Owen, giving Jeremy a swift kick in the stomach as he passed. [color=31ba9f][b]”Uh...thanks. I owe you one,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, looking over at Owen. He wasn’t happy, saying those words to Owen, but he wasn’t so proud that he couldn’t recognize that Owen had helped him out. As much as it pained him, Owen had saved his ass.

Owen turned his still fiery gaze onto Jamie, and pointed at him accusingly. [color=a52521][b]“I can't be everyone's guardian! Learn to handle yourself.”[/b][/color] He hissed, before stomping past Jamie, making a point of knocking his shoulder against the other boy. Fucking idiot. 

Jamie watched Owen storm off and shook his head. [color=31ba9f][i]It couldn’t have been anyone else?[/i][/color][/indent]