storm (bucketofblood) wrote in inshadowfalls, @ 2012-05-27 17:21:00 |
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It was a hot damp day, just sunny enough to trick you into thinking that it was beautiful but the sluggish breeze provided no relief against Storm's skin. Because of this, he was wandering around town shirtless, dressed only in sagging camouflage patterned cargo shorts. Heavy combat boots dragged along the asphalt and the half drunk Mountain Dew slurpee was in his hand, being idly sucked upon as he crossed the grass of the Waverly Inn lawn. Jake probably wouldn't appreciate him scuffing through the tidy piles of freshly mowed grass but he did it anyway, finding a secret pleasure in the prospect of annoying the human.
Jake just happened to be standing nearby, working in the garden area when he saw Storm shuffling through one of the grass piles in the humongous yard. Rolling his eyes, he picked up the shovel and walked toward the kid. "Why are you here? No you can't have your job back." Leaning on the shovel, Jake was a sweaty, dirty mess which seemed to be his normal state these days with all the work he'd been doing outside. But he had his shirt on and a baseball cap since he was light skinned and sunburn prone. "You here to talk or to just argue some more?" Jake was sorry for getting involved in he and Conn's thing. He didn't think it was a big deal to tell her and find out why he didn't want to work with her and why she might be glaring. What she told him kind of pissed him off but that was only because he cared about her.
Just when the teenage werewolf was about to feel very smug, a voice piped up behind him and caused him to freeze and roll his eyes. “I wasn't looking for my job back.” he shot back, turning to face a sweaty, dirt streaked Jake who needed some more sun screen. “I was just passing by but if you feel like slinging some more shit at me, be my guest.” Storm challenged, uncapping his slurpee to take a drink from it instead of sucking through the straw. “Seeing as we all know that you want her for yourself but just won't admit it.”
"Well if you had just passed by without being destructive, I wouldn't have said anything but now that you're here and I caught you, I guess I can sling more shit at you if you'd like me to." He had no plans to do that but he also didn't want to leave things like they were. He wasn't above letting the kid come back to work, if he wanted to, but there needed to be some air cleared first. "For your information, no, I don't want Connolly in that way. She's my friend's sister and I'm not usually more in to people around my own age. I do care about her though...as a friend, if I need to point that out again." He tugged his cap off again and wiped his forehead with his equally sweaty forearm which just smeared the grime around a bit.
“This is a small town,” Storm pointed out. “And you can't leave it so you're probably aware that your options are limited and you should be lucky with what you get.” That young argument never failed to incredibly annoy him. Connolly was barely older than him, and Storm was of the very firm opinion that he wasn't too young for anyone. Would he come back here to work? His stubborn pride probably wouldn't let him, not with the way he wanted to kick Jake hard. Even if he wasn't too much bigger than the human, he still would be too strong to let himself go and throw a punch without doing some serious damage. Then Cole would be pissed. The boy's fists curled. “But I can leave, so I guess that I'll just let you have her.”
"Its nice of you to worry about my future romantical endeavors though it's not really necessary. But just the fact that you're going to 'let me have her' proves my point..." He didn't know Storm wasn't human but now he did. Jake had lived in SF all his life so he was used to stupid, supernatural shit - one more being breathing his air didn't send him over the bend. "You're one of those werewolves, hmm? I knew something was off there." He was even more sure Storm didn't deserve someone like Connolly. He dropped the defensiveness and sighed. "Conn likes you, man - girls always get attache to their first. That's why I got pissed - that you didn't know that. I'm a guy - I know how I was at your age..." He snickered and shook his head, stuffing the cap in his back pocket hoping a cooler breeze would descend on them for relief.
“Not worrying. Just stating facts!” Storm retorted irritably, and scowled when he heard werewolf being mentioned. “If I was going to hurt her because I was a werewolf, I would've already done it.” he said. “Believe me, I've had opportunities. Believe me, I've wanted to but she's perfectly fine. So before you go ahead and shoot your mouth off about how horrible I am, just know how many times I've spared her life.” Jake made it too easy to brag, or maybe Storm just liked to brag in general, he didn't know but his fists were still clenched and they were still out there, fighting in the strong afternoon sun. Just to make a point, however juvenile it was, he kicked a clump of grass in Jake's direction and it just softly thwacked the human's jeans, doing no damage whatsoever.
"That's not what I'm saying - the reason I thought it was crap has less to do with you being a werewolf and more to do with how you treated her. I should hope you're careful so you don't go all apes hit on people! Jesus Christ - but what about the fact you fucked her and were off kissing someone else within a few days? THAT is fucking harsh and you know it!" Jake could care less if Storm was a werewolf. It didn't make him any better in Jake's eyes - which rolled when the canine kicked him with the clod of grass. He laughed and shook his head. "Come on, man."
The teenager stared. What the fuck? “I was kissed by a friend.” he said flatly. “And that was after I agreed with her to be open about stuff. Take things slowly. If that bothered her? She should've told me, but she didn't. Not until it was too late. I can't crack open anyone's skull and find out what bugs them and doesn't bug them. I'm not a mind reader, and I'm sorry for trusting what people actually say when they fucking say it.” Fuck Jake for this. Fuck him for victimizing Connolly and not acting like she was a particle at fault for anything. It made him so mad that he couldn't think and down went his slurpee, splash and scattered all over the ground. Blue slush went everywhere and the empty plastic bottle rolled across the grass. Storm marched right through it and gave Jake a firm push against his chest. “You better watch yourself.” Silver glinted on Jake's wrist but Storm couldn't even muster enough sanity to care. “Bracelet or not, I'll kick your ass.”
Jake didn't care about the slush or the cup when Storm shoved him and he stepped back a few steps. "Sue me for taking her side. Yes, you handled it all mature like, bravo for you kid but you didn't stop for a minute and think ahead, did you? That's cause you're a hot head. THINK with your head. You don't have to be a mind reader to know that she probably wasn't going to stand in your way no matter what. That she might think you didn't really care." He just stayed in his place and didn't advance on Storm or back down. He could run his mouth without moving anything BUT his lips and he hesitated for a minute. "Kick my ass - why? Because you're not a mind reader? Or for just pointing something out as a LIFE LESSON. Because really if you can't see you could have handled it better...well." He shrugged and held his hands up like he didn't know what to say.
“I shouldn't have to.” Storm snapped. “I should be able to trust her to actually spit out what she thinks and feels so I don't have to do a shit load of guess work. Or else I would've never ever fucking agreed to anything with her in the first place. I shouldn't have to predict disasters when I thought the deal in the first place was put there to prevent them.” He felt like screaming, he felt like shaking Jake for being such a woman about the entire ordeal. There was no real way to handle it better except magically know everything that Connolly wanted and the more Jake seemed to insist, the more Storm wanted to shatter every bone inside of him. “You know what you are?” he hissed. “You're a girl. That's what you are. Now I can see you don't want Connolly, you're just a girl yourself. Maybe you're the one that gets fucked instead of fucking.” Another aggressive shove as Storm invaded Jake's personal space. “Huh? Is that it? Are you a girl?” He was inches away from phasing and felt it creeping across his skin like a familiar burning itch.
"No, you shouldn't have to, right, right, fine." He could see Storm getting very agitated and knew he was talking to a brick wall. And the shoving started again. "You know what, I'm just smarter than you. That's all. I guess that's the answer?" With the boy getting all up in his face and looking like he was going to pop a gasket, Jake decided that maybe he should shut his mouth. He had no idea how to diffuse the situation when the other person was about to turn into a hideous creature at any minute. "I'm not a girl so don't go fucking sticking anything of yours at ME fuckhead!" With that, Jake shoved him away and picked up the shovel he'd dropped a while back. This guy really gave new meaning to the word 'Hot Head'. "Just move along, you fucking asshole."
Smarter. Storm scoffed. “Dude, I'm a drop out and I'm smarter than you. Besides, I don't think Shadow Falls has an Ivy League University so don't get too snobby on me.” Jake and his stupid shovel. The werewolf took only a single step back in response to the shove and then chuckled when the garden tool was snatched from the ground. “Like I would want to! You probably fantasize about it. And I was trying to move along before you snapped at me.” He was shocked that the shove hadn't urged him to phase, but his heart was still racing uncomfortably fast. “You made me lose my slurpee too, you crazy perv.”
"You are smarter than me? Well - I think that's been proven FALSE now, hasn't it?" He laughed and twirled the shovel in his hands. He knew damn well the shovel wouldn't stop a werewolf but he wasn't going to stand there with nothing if he decided to attack him. "I questioned you for messing up my yard, so I believe you started it." Looking at Storm, he just stayed on guard with his wimpy little shovel and nodded in the general direction he'd been walking before all this started. "Go get yourself another slurpee and calm the fuck down." Jake could have gone on and on running his mouth but he could see Storm was on edge and the heat was insane - it felt like the air was gone so he knew he wasn't thinking straight either. But he continued to hold up the shovel as if it was a light saber.
“I kicked a little grass, you could've raked it up!” Storm bristled indignantly. The nerve of Jake. He just wanted to blame everything on the teenager. Just like an old person always complaining about youth of today. Jake was just a cranky old lady brandishing her cane. Except he was a tall fit man who was still considered chronologically young and holding a heavy metal shovel. Storm looked at him for a moment, both of them sweating and scowling in the bright light like two idiots. It might've made the boy laugh if he wasn't so damn insulted. He waited, watching to see if Jake would lower the shovel in surrender. When that didn't happen, Storm cheated. Using strength that was beyond a human's, he quickly grasped the metal edge of the shovel and pried it clean off until there was nothing but a wooden rod left behind. Then he threw the metal blade away into a bush. “What now, genius?”
"I don't follow you around cleaning up your messes. Talk about being passive aggressive - well until now of course. Now you're just being aggressive because you don't want to talk about it." Jake would have laughed too because in spite of everything AND being a little scared, he found it amusing....minus the possibly being killed thing. As he watched the boy take the heavy metal part of his shovel away, his mouth dropped open in awe but didn't say anything nor lower his ....stick. "Just fucking go - if I throw this stick, will you go fetch and just keep going??" Jake caught himself before he said anything else and made it even worse. "Whatever you want to do, man, it's not an even fight which you know. So whatever..." He kept watching him, similar to how he had tried to stare down Herrick in this same yard last year before he was attacked.
Naturally, Storm had no idea what he just did that could've been interpreted as passive aggressive so he just blinked at Jake and then just decided to keep smirking victoriously in the human's direction. “Not so tough now, are you?” he gloated, and then tried to tug the stick away from Jake's grip. That part wasn't as easy as he expected, Jake was an adult and strong so there was a small battle over the stick until Storm finally managed to wrench it free and snap it in half over his knee. Then he flung those pieces away too. There. That would show him. And he had no intention of buying him a new one either. “Whatever, whatever.” he mocked. “Of course it's not a fair fight, I'm glad you're finally getting it. And just to settle my last point...” Roughly, the front of Jake's shirt was snatched by one of Storm's large fists and jerked forward. Mouths smashed together for an ugly brutal kiss, full of testosterone and the taste of citrusy Mountain Dew. Then Jake was promptly shoved away again as Storm took off sprinting in the other direction.
As they fought over the stick, Jake really tried hard to keep hold of it but in the end, he was no match and he let go. He really was left without anything between him and possible death now. Jake was not expecting what happened; having pictured him turning into a big wolf like creature and biting off his head, but what happened was almost as terrifying. Ever the human, he didn't have the quickness to get away and was left sputtering in the grass after having Storm's mouth slobber all over his. He couldn't even come back with a smart ass remark and just laid down, groaning. "UGHHHH FUCKING JERK!", he spit out as he literally spit and wiped off his face with a dirty arm, only pausing momentarily to flip off Storm as he ran off.