Jacen Stephen Allen (cantoutwitjacen) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-01-12 01:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | january 2011 |
Who: Jacen, Nathan and NPC!Bully.
What: A heated argument in the high school halls.
Where: High School.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Rating: High.
Warnings: Some violence involved.
Two hours and another aced government test later, Jacen was strutting through the halls like he owned the place. Granted, the Amendments to the Constitution weren't too difficult to remember, especially not for Jacen. It was often the part of interpreting the Amendments that got tricky. Jacen studied his notes the night before until he'd given himself a nosebleed. It wasn't a big nosebleed, just one of those tiny broken capillary ones. Still, it was all worth it for the big A on the top of his test paper when it was passed back to him. Nothing could really ruin this day for Jacen.
By the time he reached his locker, he noticed that it was open and that several of his papers were scattered all over the hallway. He frowned and began to pick them up, looking around and wondering who other than Josie had his locker combination and would do something like this to him. He didn't have to wait long to get his answer. As he went to pick up some of his English notes on the floor, he was greeted by a large boot stomping down on his finger. Jacen yelped and dropped the rest of the things he was holding (some papers, his exam and two books) to grab his likely now broken finger in his other hand.
"Why did you do that for?" he asked, looking up at the huge guy standing in front of him. He stood up quickly and closed the height gap immediately. He wasn't the tallest guy in the world, but he could hold his own in a height contest. The other guy, whom Jacen recalled to be named Stanley, just stood there and cracked his knuckles.
"Do you have that homework for government done yet, smarty boy?" Stanley asked. There was no mistaking the condescending tone in his voice.
Jacen frowned and took a small step back. For the better part of his life, he'd been giving bullies his homework for them to copy just so that he wouldn't get beat up or too terribly hurt in their presence. And now, looking upon the face of Stanley the bully, Jacen knew that enough was enough. He shook his head slowly. "You can't have it."
That was not the answer Stanley was looking for. It completely caught Jacen by surprise, but he was sure the right hook landed squarely on his jaw, because it stung like crazy afterward. He backpedaled a little but not enough to make a clean getaway. Stanley was on him again, grabbing him and pushing him up against the lockers, pinning him there. "What did you say, nerd?"
"I... I said..." He was slammed against the lockers again so hard that his head felt light. He could taste blood in his mouth, though whether that was from his jaw or his head he couldn't tell. "I said you... can't have it."
"Not good enough," replied Stanley.
Jacen had never felt pain like this before. It was more than just the punches to his stomach and his face that hurt. His pride hurt more than any blow, and to him, seconds and minutes felt like an eternity. It was funny what pain like that could do to your perception of time and space.