Twitter // Ruby Moore (twaggled) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-05 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | brad hayward, marijuana, twitter |
Who: Twitter, Brad and Marijuana
Where: Outside Twitter/Brad's high school.
When: Thursday around lunch time.
Rating: Foul language and eventual drug use.
Brad was not the easiest person to get along with, even for a goddess who had quite a bit of patience. Even so, he was gnawing on Twitter’s last nerve. It wasn’t enough that he constantly sending her text messages and calling her phone, he also had to try to grab her between classes. By lunch time, she’d had enough, and made a bee-line for the door after sending Big M a text and asking him to come and get her if he had some free time to do so.
She barely got two steps in that direction before he was right there beside her, grabbing her elbow and muttering into her ear. “I know what you are, Twitter,” his voice came out in a growl and by his grip alone she knew that he was pissed. Her eyes snapped up to look at him as she quickly yanked her arm away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hissed out her response, her eyes briefly narrowing as she looked at him. “Just leave me alone, Brad.” How the hell did he find out about that? Twitter did her best to just blend in and to not really show off or anything, so she had no idea how Brad would have even found out about that.
The moment before she pushed open the back door, Brad grabbed her arm a little too tightly and pulled her close. Her eyes snapped from his hand up to his face, and instantly she could tell that he was upset. “I know about you and ‘Marc’ Ruby... Twitter... Whatever the fuck you’re called.” His voice was low enough so no one else could hear him. “I met someone who told me about you two, the truth about you two. Are you fucking him?”
Now, Twitter could put up with quite a bit from Brad because, as she had told Big M, he doesn’t matter to her. He’s just another mortal. However, Marijuana had a point when he said that she deserved to be treated with respect, and Brad had just crossed the line with that. Never mind the fact that there were times where she had thought about kissing Marijuana - it was none of Brad’s business.
Suddenly Twitter turned and shoved Brad right out of the back door with a strength that someone her size should not have. “How dare you! That is none of your fucking business Bradley.” Her voice nearly crackled with anger, and even she was a bit startled by it. Brad stumbled a few steps and finally caught himself, but it didn’t matter. She started stalking towards him, tiny hands balled into fists. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again - and you can just leave Marc out of it, because you don’t know anything about him - or me!” They were so focused on one another that neither of them seemed to notice if anyone else was around.