Cole Landers (__kaleidoscope) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-11-29 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-27, cole, rico |
Hellooooo tall, dark and handsome
Who: Cole and Rico
Where: SOHS Lunch room
When: Lunch-time
Wiping a hand against the back of his mouth, Cole spit out, "It's the shoes this time isn't it? I'll make sure it's full-on heels next time. How about that?" The jock, some football stud named Derrick, rolled his eyes and walked away while saying something about making sure that he never looked at him 'that way' again. What way? Cole had not look at him in any way. He had been on his way to lunch when he had felt the hit to his stomach and it had taken a minute for him to figure out that it had been on purpose. Getting slammed into the lockers before a fist was introduced to his face had been a huge help, he was so glad that Derrick had cleared everything up for him. He needed to remember to tell him thank you - with a textbook to the back of his thick skull. Niamh had suggest that he might as well go ahead and use his psychic abilities to help him out so he figured that hey, why not? He would get on that by the end of the day and if he ended up needing to go and talk to the principle was for it then all the better. Meant that there were fewer chances of running into Locke or Bunny or Angeline or anyone. Not that Bunny had done anything wrong, but Cole knew that she knew. And if she knew then she might want to talk about it. The only person Cole was somewhat okay talking about it with was his mother, as lame as that might sound.
Poking at his jaw, Cole winced and then winced again when he saw a spot of red on his hand. Looked like his lip had split again. Great. Just what he needed. Like hell he was going to go to the nurse again. This early into the school year? That was probably going to be some sort of a new record even for him. Pausing next to the entry to the lunch room he grabbed a napkin and pressed it to his mouth before scanning over the room. Thankfully most everyone was already in so it was crowded and he was able to avoid the glances of his friends. Instead he headed to the table in the back where there was only one person and one he didn't recognize. But when he got closer and took in a better look he felt like he'd been cheated out of not knowing him.
Dropping into a chair across from the unknown guy - which meant that he had to be new - Cole did his best to grin despite the whole split lip, sore face thing. It was probably more of a grimace, but hey he had a really good reason. "I have never seen you before and that is like, a crime because you look like fun." Now what kind of fun that was was up to debate. He sort of looked exactly like the guys who liked using Cole as a punching bag, but Cole was feeling masochistic and if this new guy was a jock then he might as well get it over with right now, right? Then he could get himself expelled and spend the rest of the week moping at home while his mother raised frozen hell over the state of the school. He would need popcorn and a seat on the lawn to see how that went, and to take bets on which school official went sliding out on their ass first. If they were not all turned into statues, that was. "My name's Cole and please oh pretty please tell me you're not a jock. I mean you look like one, practically scream it, but a boy can have some hopes and dreams." If I come home with a black eye, I don't even know what mom will do.