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Who: Jax and Sam
When: Saturday Night
Where: Sam's room

Marijuana was your friend. Well at least it was Jax's friend. And possibly her best friend at the moment. It very well might have made her a few friends as she walked down the hallway not giving much of a fuck that she left a trail of sweet smelling smoke behind her. What were they going to do? Give her a detention. Maybe send her to her stupid guide teacher for some punishment. Boo-fucking-hoo. She honestly didn't give two shits and really she was on her last joint anyway so if they wanted to take it away from her... they wouldn't be getting much.

That and Jax had a nasty case of glaucoma so yeah... clearly she needed the shit. She'd get a doctor's note or something like that.

One last puff and Jax tossed the the butt of the joint on the ground and smooshed it out with the sole of her van's. Whoops did she forget to pick that up. Her bad. She wasn't going far, maybe if the world was lucky she'd pick it up on her way out of her sisters room. Oh wait, had she already passed her room?  Jax came to a halt in the middle of the hallway. Well fuck, teach her to leave her room this loaded while trying to find something. Eh. Not like she was far, hallway wasn't that big. But uh...

Jax turned around again and yanked her hoodie back onto her head as it threatened to fall off her head as she squinted at the doors trying to find her way back to her sister's room. It was... oh yeah it was that way. Score one for her. Jax made her way over to Sam's door and managed to pound heavily on the door. More alochol was needed to pair with the last of the weed she had. No, she was not fucked up enough yet. She still felt like shit. Still missed Manny and still hated herself or missing him. Of course he'd had to go back to Salem. And of course.. oh fuck why wasn't her sister answering her door faster.

Bang bang bang

Yep she got another loud pounding mere seconds after the first. Didn't really matter that super-fucking-woman couldn't have answered in the time that Jax had given her. It sure felt like forever!

"SAM!" okay that should have got the point across. Drinking time = now.

Who: Jax and Manny
When: Monday at 8something sharp
Where: Jax's pad
What: CANDYLAND BITCHES


So yeah... alcohol was a good thing. Especially in large quantities. Well not large enough to get her faded, at least not anymore. Way to go supernatural metabolism. Way to make a girl broke trying to get good and plastered. She hadn't actually been trying to get plastered when she went out with her sister beforehand.

Jax had been looking for a little liquid courage though. OH FUCK THAT NOISE. That even sounded ridiculous. And it was all Sam's fault for making the whole thing sound like something more than it was. She was the one that had to go and be all 'ooooh you nervous?" blah blah blah That was the very last thing that Jax actually needed to hear. She was all sorts of down with hanging out with Manny but when bullshit labels got put on it... yeah she wasn't SO down with that. Made her feel awkward and that was lame.

Actually made her think of that prick in seventh grade that had said she'd smother a dude if they got it on. Though by the way he described it in his infinite middle school knowledge... Kate Moss would eat a man alive. That kid had spent way too much time sneaking peeks at his older brother's hardcore porn collection. But shit like that did stick a little. Though she didn't think about it often because she was who she was and fuck the rest of it. Her trunk had extra storage and she was okay with that fact.

Skinny bitches who had a problem with that could blow her, though not literally because contrary to somewhat popular belief she wasn't lesbian. Women were way too annoying for that.

Anyway, Jax had spent the requisite two hours with her sister. Owed her that probably for all the shit she'd gotten for her birthday. Even put up with whatever kind of conversation Sam had wanted to make. See, she could be a grateful bitch. Every once in a while. She had insisted that she was back for the 8something sharp delivery of pizza that she was expecting.

Hoodie had been tossed for the t-shirt underneath. Hey it was for a good cause, breast cancer was serious business, especially when you had a lot of boobage. Or maybe she just thought it was amusing to wear. Her room was in the same state of disarray that it always was. Nothing too nasty. Though that cup of noodle really needed to be tossed. Her bad. She'd tossed a shoe at the stereo when she first entered, worked like a charm and SOAD was now blaring through the room.

So Jax had been doing some thinking. Well sort of. She didn't like the whole thinking thing so much, not when it came to her, her life, blah blah blah. But shit had kind of just unfolded and apparently there was no getting away from it at this particular moment. Part of that whole thinking had been digging through some of the stuff she'd brought with her from home. Wasn't a lot. For the most part Jax had been glad to get rid of the shit she had there, which hadn't been a ton to begin with but so much of it hadn't been hers. Well not really. What she had been given had seemingly always been given with the hope that one day she'd grown into it (or rather slim down into it) or like it when she stopped being so ridiculous.

No, Jax didn't want the dresses she'd been given that didn't fit and were ugly. No, she hadn't brought the tennis racket she'd received for her last birthday with the hopes that she'd take up the sport. Jax hated sports. She'd made that clear for a long time but it was given nonetheless.

But there was a small box that she kept in her closet that did have things she kept. Mostly some pictures, a few of the letters that their dad had sent the few times that he sent them and a piece of jewelry she'd received from a grandmother a few years ago. Not her style but it was old and even Jax wasn't so cold as to just pawn that. She was... surprisingly sentimental sometimes. Sometimes being the key.

The pictures were what she'd lingered on. Most of the time she didn't know why she'd kept the pictures, whenever she looked at them it always proved to make her more upset than happy like photos probably were supposed to do. But that was kind of the point to. Good reminder. Jax tossed the small pile down on the ground where she'd been sitting. So her sister didn't understand. Well Jax wasn't the sort to sit down and have a heart to heart conversation on any topic let alone this one. So she'd do the next best thing in her opinion.

Jax packaged up a few of the pictures in an envelope and headed toward her sister's room. The package was shoved under the door and Jax did the closest thing she did to running her ass back to her room.

( Envelope slid under Sam's door )

Who: Jax and (Manny if you want)
Where: House of Fire
When: Sunday, after dinner


Oh she was pissed. Not in the good British way, that would come later no doubt. She was just angry. Well Jax was actually a whole lot of other things than pissed, but anger was really the only thing she knew how to deal with so that was exactly what she was. Angry, seething, irate, miffed, generally pissed the fuck off.

Jax had stalked the streets of the city for a good half an hour before she'd even thought about making the trek back up the hill to the school. The more steps she took the more it all seemed to grow instead of settle like a good walk tended to make things do. No, it felt like it was growing, sprouting claws and doing its best to tear it's way out of her. Fuck it. She turned tail and hailed a cab and let it drag her sorry ass up the hill.

The cabbies shitty music apparently wasn't enough to drown out the anger and frustration that was coursing through her system. Damn stupid dinner with her sister. Of course nothing good could come of it. They didn't get along and probably never would if that conversation was any indication. Jax just... she just couldn't understand any of it. Maybe she didn't want to and that was her fault but...

Why did she always end up the bad guy?

Yeah she was coarse, yeah she wasn't trusting of anything her sister said but since when had anyone in her family given her reason to trust that they meant something other than another means at ripping her apart somehow. Jax most certainly wasn't getting burned again. She'd learned those lessons a hell of a long time ago and for everything she was, she wasn't stupid. The cab door was slammed and left a pissed off cabbie glaring at her. Fuck it all to hell. She didn't need this shit. Nope. Her poor unloved sister could go fuck herself and have the school to herself because Jax didn't need this. She'd been planning for years, since she hit her 13th birthday to move away as soon as she could. She'd planned to do that after she graduated and spent the summer working her ass off. Well those plans had been all sorts of fucked to hell.

She'd thought they were going to be better... and shit they were just... she couldn't not let her sister get to her. Everytime she looked at her she could always hear all the criticisms. Why can't you be more like your sister? Fuck that noise. She wasn't her and she wasn't ever going to be. But all her life that hadn't been enough. Until stepped the hell away from it all and made what she could of who she was. Maybe that wasn't good enough for everyone but it had been good enough for her... most of the time at least.

Jax threw open the door to the school and used a stiff hand to keep the door from banging back into her. The distant sound of shooting got louder and louder as she walked. Oh yeah, gaming. Ordinarily she would have been in there kicking some Halo ass, a game she was actually pretty good at. But not today. She halfway thought about stopping in and doing her best to forget about it all but Jax knew she was in far too foul a mood to spend time with anyone. Let alone...

She wasn't even going to think about him because that was a whole other mess she didn't know what to think about, or more appropriately didn't know how to feel about. She knew how she wanted to feel about it, but she avoided most of those feelings, and life worked well that way. But apparently the life that she'd managed to work out before sure as fuck didn't apply here.

Why the fuck was everything turned up-the-fuck-side down here. Christ almighty. Maybe if she downed that bottle of 151 in her room, she could flip the world back. Sounded like a plan, as good as the cigarette she lit up on the way there.