prettymadness (prettymadness) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-27 09:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greg, greg x victoria, victoria |
Who: Greg and Victoria
Where: Chamberlain HS, cafeteria
When: Lunch, Tuesday 11/21
Status: Complete
Monday was a breeze for Greg, even if he wanted to be home in bed - preferably with Phee - instead of at school when it was getting cold out. It was hard to feel bummed out about anything after the weekend he'd had but that good mood was a little soured by idiot questions from idiot people about Sebastian and Hunter. Jesus, could people just get over it already? He didn't let it get to him too much, people were just stupid, that wasn't going to change any time soon.
Tuesday however... Tuesday was a little rougher. At lunch, Victoria Chapman was at his table and he hadn't seen her the day before. Seeing her now made him realize how much it soured his mood and he fixed her a disapproving glare every so often, thinking about what she'd said to Phee. It was such a dick move - bitch move, whatever - and he was debating saying something to her but for now a withering stare would do.
Victoria was loving the fallout from the weekend. It was filled with gossip and rumors, especially from things people had said or done at the dance. Sebastian’s coming out was by far the most public, but it wasn’t at all the only juicy bit going around, and it made her wish they could just all skip class and talk for hours on end. Lunch was the best part of the day for that, so she was feeling the rush that came with it. People loved gossip, so long as it wasn’t about themselves, and most everyone was keen to join in. After a while, though, she began to notice Greg glaring at her and when someone else took over the conversation, she swiveled in her seat to face him. “What’s up with you? You look like you swallowed something sour?” she asked, raising a brow. Normally she wouldn’t ask, but he was normally clowning the place up by now and instead he looked mildly pissed off, if she had to guess.
Greg was weirdly glad she asked. He didn't like picking fights - especially with girls because they were way more complicated than guys - but it felt hard to sit on this one. "You're in the shit house, Chapman," he said, his expression not changing. "You know why." He took another bite of his sandwich and even his chewing felt like it was an insult aimed at her; it was satisfying and he narrowed his eyes briefly to drive the point home.
“Excuse me?” Victoria snorted, taken aback. “What did I do to you?” Greg was one of those people that she’d almost never seen angry. Frustrated, maybe, disappointed, sure, but not mad, and definitely not at her. Victoria was used to people being pissed at her, but usually she knew what she’d done to deserve it. In this case, nothing came to mind. She’d barely talked to Greg recently and when she had their conversations had been friendly enough. Maybe he was mad that she was helping spread the rumors about Sebastian, but they weren’t exactly rumors when it was true, and she didn’t even think it was a bad thing. Weird, definitely, but not the end of the world.
She looked genuinely confused and that just pissed him off even more. He snorted back at her, giving her a bewildered hand gesture, a sort of 'I can't believe you don't know' sign because he honestly couldn't. Or... maybe he could? It stood to reason that she'd write Phee off so completely she wouldn't even remember insulting her. "Talking shit to my girl?" he said incredulously. "And what the fuck was that Bulldozer bullshit you gave her? Just what the fuck?" The rest of the table had gone quiet, all of them now staring at him and Victoria but he didn't really care. Let them hear it. He wasn't going to let any of them mistreat his girlfriend.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Victoria scoffed, her eyes wide. She didn’t like the way the table went silent, everyone listening in on a conversation she wasn’t prepared to have. She only liked confrontations on her terms, but if Greg wanted to start a shit storm, so be it. “I didn’t do shit to your girl beyond say hello while grabbing a drink. If she’s got her panties in a twist over that, then tell the baby to go cry at the kiddie table. Don’t accuse me of talking shit when I didn’t actually do it.” Because that pissed her off. Maybe Ophelia really needed something to cry about. And if she wasn’t going to fight her own battles, Victoria saw no real reason to fight fair.
"Oh you have got to be fucking joking," Greg groaned because of course she'd play it off like Phee was just lying about it. Like he'd believe her over Phee. Like Phee was the one more likely to cause drama out of the two of them. "So you didn't say shit to her, huh," he muttered. "Like how I'm just gonna dump her when I get bored 'cause that's what I do with all the chicks I fuck, like all hundred of them or whatever." He shook his head. "Just stay the fuck away from her, I do not need your drama."
“Oh, so there’s a hundred now? Wow. It’s sad that she feels the need to lie to keep your attention, ‘cause I definitely didn’t say that,” Victoria seethed. “As for the rest, I didn’t say anything I don’t know to be true. Maybe you need to get your facts straight before you go accusing people of things they didn’t do. Or maybe you need to talk to the hundreds of girls you’ve fucked and see how they feel.” Now she wasn’t the only one glaring at him, Tina and Classy flanking her like a pair of pit bulls and Heather shooting him daggers from down the table. Victoria stood, her lunch finished anyways, and grabbed her bag. “If you don’t want drama, you really shouldn’t dish it out,” she snapped, then turned to leave, her girl squad at her heels.
Hundreds hadn't been what Phee had said, it was just what Greg threw out there in a hyperbole of his own because that's how he'd felt when Phee had told him what Victoria said. Like he was just bulldozing through girls all the damn time. "Yeah, walk away Chapman," he grumbled because she was in the shithouse and he didn't really want her near him right now anyway. Even if it was annoying how she seemed to always get the last word. He picked up his sandwich again, then glared at the others at the table as if daring them to pick a side.