Lucy Q. Fabray (sg_lucyq) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-01-16 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2012: january, character: jadyn ishii, character: quinn fabray, ~complete |
Thread: Jadyn and Quinn confrontation
WHO: Quinn & Jadyn
WHEN: Monday, 16th Jan
WHERE: McKinley High hallways
WHAT: Quinn bumps into Jadyn on a quick locker run. Egos flare and tempers escalate to a surprising result. For both.
Quinn wasn't exactly a scatter brain, not really. On occasion she was known to have lapses in memory and forget things, but most of the time she knew exactly where things were and what she was doing and what she needed. When Quinn was stressed out, that all went out the window.
After everything in the last week, Quinn's mind and emotions were all over the place. She was still worrying about Pollux, trying to get her head around her friendship with Rachel, working out things with Shelby and Beth, and then there was the constant looming knowledge of Puck and Olivia and the fact that soon enough Quinn would be seeing evidence of that baby. She wasn't looking forward to it.
It was the whole reason why she'd forgotten her history notes for class. Her mind wasn't on class, she'd gotten the wrong book. It meant running out of class mid-way through and heading to her locker to grab her right notes and go back to class. Quinn hated having to do it, but when needs must and she really needed these notes.
She was just hoping everyone would be in their own class.
Jadyn didn’t ask for much in life. All she wanted, was to live happily and in peace with her brother. It wasn’t that big of a request, or even an unreasonable one. That’s all she wanted, really. But since that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon, she’d amended her wishes to just wanting to be left in peace. That meant not being bodily rammed every time she stepped into a hallway. Really, was that too much to ask for?
Evidently it was, as Jadyn was jarred by someone colliding into her. Once again, in an empty hallway.
“What is it with the people at this school?” Jadyn growled in frustration.
Apparently, running through the hall in an effort to get there as quickly and seamlessly as possible was a bad idea, she’d been checking her watch, looking down for a bare second when she hit a body, just coming around the corner towards her locker.
“Crap,” Quinn wasn’t one for random swearing, even blind cursing, she rarely even did in during her internal freak outs, but this week, over the last seven days, she was getting painfully close to just busting them out. What was even worse was when she noticed who she’d bumped into.
“Did you ever think that attending class and not stalking around places like some creeper might help?” She really did not want to deal with Jaime’s less than stable twin today. “Excuse you, you’re in my way.”
Jadyn laughed humorlessly. Well just her luck, she would run into ‘snowflake princess’. Or rather, be run into by her. And to top it all off, she had the nerve to get an attitude about it, as if Jadyn was in the wrong.
“Hey, you ran in to me. Maybe if you had been paying attention, rather than relying on blind faith to guide you, you would have seen me. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about how I spend my time ‘creeping’.” Jadyn sneered, her mirth, whatever little there was, long dissolved into anger.
It was the sneer that made Quinn stop for a moment, before she drew a breath and remembered that she wasn’t backing down. Not from this.
“And if you hadn’t been there in the first place there wouldn’t have been an issue.” She seriously didn’t like the vibe this girl gave off; it just rubbed Quinn in all the wrong ways. Least of all since the first proper interaction she’d had with Jadyn had been last weeks locker room incident. Instead of arguing further, Quinn moved to step around Jadyn, wanting to just get to her locker and get back to class.
“I don’t have time for you.” She just didn’t have the energy for it either.
Jadyn’s arm shot out to block Quinn from going any further. They weren’t quite done yet.
“Hate to break it to you Princess, but not everyone can be as prim and proper as you. Some of us like breaking those rules you follow so diligently.” Jadyn kept her voice low as she turned her head to look at Quinn. She didn’t know Quinn personally, but she knew her type. High and mighty, and always right. Always perfect. Jadyn scoffed.
“Didn’t ‘Daddy’ ever teach you it’s impolite to bump into someone without saying you’re sorry?” She mocked, leaning closer to the other girl.
Jadyn didn't know a think about Quinn. Jadyn had no right to push the buttons she was pushing and one of them just happened to be the fated 'D' word. Quinn didn't like the mention of her father ever being brought up, least of all in the middle of these so called 'wedding' preparations.
Quinn glared at Jadyn, her arm pulling Jadyn's aside with her own sneer on her face. "You don't know anything. And no, my father never taught me that," instead of backing down or pulling away, Quinn stepped closer, momentarily reminded of her fight with Santana in junior year. "But my sister sure as hell taught me how to go for the jugular."
Thea hadn't, of course. Not in the strictest sense. Quinn learned how to 'fight' (bite and scratch and hair pull) in pre-school while being 'picked on' by the older girls. Quinn learned fast how to win in that situation. With Jadyn it would likely be different, but Quinn wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet. "Get out of my way." She wasn't giving an inch right then, not for this.
Jadyn’s eyebrow quirked. There it was again. Quinn was challenging her as if Jadyn couldn’t snap her in half faster than she could say ‘Ice Queen’. And just like before, Jadyn felt something in the pit of her stomach, like stones being struck together, creating a spark. It baffled Jadyn because she couldn’t quite define it. It wasn’t anger, or hate, or even agitation. Whatever it was though, it made Jadyn want to taunt Quinn even more. See just how angry she could get. But unlike last time, Jadyn wouldn’t be backing away. That had been Quinn’s one and only chance to come out on top of the situation.
“She may have taught you how to how to fight other little prissy bitches like you, but I’m a whole new animal.” Jadyn growled, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “And no one tells me what to do.”
This was definitely one of those times when Quinn knew she shouldn't push it, she should step back and walk away and be done with it. She wasn't the girl she was two years ago, she wasn't the self-entitled bitch who just took everything she wanted and people just backed away. She didn't want to be that girl. But Jadyn just wouldn't take a hint and Quinn wasn't allowing this girl to see anything as a weakness.
"Animal is right." Quinn curled her lip into a snarl of her own. "Imperceptive, uncouth and uneducated. You're nothing but a stray dog biting at hands, aren't you." She didn't like this girl, she should just walk the hell away, but it just didn't seem possible right then.
"Maybe if you'd adopt some manners, people wouldn't be so inclined to tell you to do things, there wouldn't be a need." Quinn had no idea why, but there was just something about each confrontation with Jadyn that made her gut clench; it wasn’t in fear, but Quinn couldn’t exactly put a name to it.
“And maybe if you got off of your high pedestal, us mere mortals wouldn’t want to kick it out from under you just to enjoy watching you fall.” Jadyn snapped viciously.
Why wasn’t this girl cowering in fear? She should be terrified by now. Jadyn didn’t need a mirror to know she looked dangerously close to biting and clawing, with eyes sharp and teeth bared. Only she wasn’t biting and scratching, and, under normal circumstances, she would be by now. So perhaps the better question was why was she still standing there, arguing with Quinn. She snarled.
“You’re no better than I am. The only difference is that I don’t hide behind some Stepford Wife, cookie cutter mask just because I can’t handle people judging me.”
She wanted to lash out. She actually wanted to lash out at this girl she knew next to nothing about but didn't doubt would probably maul her in a second. Quinn didn't like the attitude; people accused her of so much, of having this holier than thou attitude, of thinking she was better than people. These people didn't even know her, didn't know what she'd been clawed through over the last two years.
Jadyn sure as hell didn't know what she was talking about.
"You don't know me, you don't know what I've been through or where I come from, you just have this ridiculous little notion in your head. Newsflash for you; I'm not some simpering little freshman you can grow at who's going to run away and cower in fear." Quinn had dealt with Sue Sylvester for four years, Quinn had handled being friends and enemies with Santana Lopez, Quinn was not backing down to some snarling, half-assed punk.
It was probably the frayed nerves, that was why she started to feel the tingling build of anticipation for something, that was why she was feeling the heat and build of fluttering in her stomach. A teacher would come looking for her soon, why it was taking so long for her to get to class, but she didn't step away from Jadyn to go back. "Until you get a clue, don't pretend you know what I am." Her chest was almost pressing to Jadyn's, she could reach out a finger to prod the girl, "You might just get a hell of a shock."
Jadyn’s eyes locked on Quinn’s as she leaned well into the other girl’s personal space, a low, menacing growl curling up and out of her throat.
“Don’t presume to know me either. I’m not some poser you can order around. Contrary to what you might think, not everyone is eager to bow at your feet.”
“What’s pathetic is that you think I care about that.” Quinn wasn’t interested in spineless simpletons who pandered to her. She had her share of that, it got old, real fast. Now, well, now she had Eoin, who backed her up but still teased her, she had Rachel who would undoubtedly call Quinn on her crap, Britt and San again, even Pollux seemed to find something good about her.
Jadyn was too close, she was too close and too angry and too confrontational and Quinn just pushed her back. Two hands, one on each shoulder as she shoved the other girl back hard enough to knock her into the wall, but not hard enough to really hurt. She didn’t want to start a fight she’d lose, she wanted to make a point.
“I’m not someone you can intimidate, not that easy. You can’t growl at me and make me run away. I’m not the dirt on your shoe.” Quinn was close enough to see the way her breath made Jadyn’s hair shift back slightly. It was that feeling in her gut again, the odd sort of flutter, the thump of her heart and that coil of something that felt like control, it made her glance at Jadyn’s lips, her heart thumping all the more prominently in her ears.
She had no idea why, or even if she thought it through at all, but she shifted the minuscule distance left and her mouth pressed to Jadyn’s with surprising force.
Jadyn’s eyes widened as Quinn pressed into her. But it wasn’t the fact that she was suddenly being kissed by someone who had been ready to rip her throat out mere seconds ago. The shock came from the knowledge that she was being held against a wall and kissed, hard.
This time, when the stones clashed together inside her stomach, it wasn’t a mere spark, but an inferno that rose up. But this fire was different than other’s she’d experienced before. It still wasn’t anger, nor was it the passion she felt when she was with Faith. This was raw. This was primal. She wanted nothing more than to dominate Quinn. Make her finally submit.
Her hands flew up to tangle in Quinn’s hair, gripping the strands tightly to hold the other girl in place, even as she pushed away from the wall. She didn’t move far though. She only wanted to be standing straight so that she could tower over Quinn, tilting her head back for a better angle. Her lips moved over Quinn’s fast and hard, before she bit into her bottom lip sharply.
It had shocked Quinn too. She didn’t really know why she did it, or even when the thought occurred to her to do it at all. She couldn’t believe she’d done it at all. But with Jadyn responding anyway, gripping at Quinn and standing up, there wasn’t really the chance for Quinn to pull back or just take it back.
The sharp nip to her lip made her gasp; she wasn’t used to the force, the roughness, she wasn’t used to the anger behind the kiss either. Part of her wanted to pull away like she’d been burnt, to pull out of it and get the hell out of there. But there was something else that made her push back against Jadyn, fingers tightening their hold on her shoulders to dig in while she shifted slightly, tilting her head and licking just ever so slightly at Jadyn’s upper lip before returning the bite.
She still wasn’t ready to back down.
Jadyn released a pleased growl, the pain Quinn was inflicting sending delicious shivers down her spine. This was whole new territory for her. She was practically feeding off of Quinn’s rage. Her defiance. It made her blood hot and drove her aggression to greater heights. Which in turn only seemed to make Quinn fight harder. It was this never ending, vicious cycle, and Jadyn was actually getting off on it.
Her tongue pushed past Quinn’s parted lips, the tip licking at Quinn’s teeth before colliding with the shorter blonde’s own tongue. Just like every thing else about them, this came down to a fight, their tongues pushing and curling around one another’s in an attempt to best the other. Jadyn hadn’t even realized that she was pushing Quinn backwards until the other girl’s back hit the wall, Jadyn’s body following close behind to pin her.
There’s a spark, she’s not sure what it is, when Jadyn’s tongue presses to hers, there’s this sweep of something that Quinn sighs against. It’s madness, utter madness and Quinn’s almost lost to it. Holding back isn’t an option, not until her back hits the wall, her arms dropping from Jadyn’s shoulders to drag down her back and Quinn is astutely reminded of who is pressing her against the wall.
This isn’t happening.
It takes a surprising degree of effort to pull herself away, hands coming up between herself and Jadyn to push her back, separating them. Her heart was beating even faster, even as she pressed herself against the wall and stared at Jadyn; half in shock, half in, something she didn’t really want to put name to.
Because she enjoyed it; pushing at the girl, pressing against her, kissing her. Quinn had actually liked doing it. Almost enough that she wanted to pull Jadyn in and start again. It was a noise down the hall that stopped her, honestly she wished it was her own sense that did it. Quinn just shook her head and pushed away from the wall, walking in any direction that would take her away from Jadyn right then.
Panting heavily, Jadyn watched in stunned silence as Quinn disappeared down the hall. She literally didn’t know what to say or do because really, she was sure they had been heading in whole other direction just then. There had been something about to explode between them, and Jadyn knew she wasn’t the only one who’d felt it, who’d wanted it.
She’d felt the way Quinn grabbed at her. The way she pushed, pulled, bent, and swayed into Jadyn. Quinn had been right there with her, racing head to head towards something that would tear them apart in the best way. And then Quinn had just stopped and walked away as if nothing had happened. Jadyn looked around in confusion, as if looking for someone so that she could ask them to please explain to her what had just happened. Growling loudly in frustration, Jadyn stormed off in the opposite direction than the one Quinn had taken.
“What the hell is wrong with the people at this school?!”