lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-03-14 09:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, greg, greg x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Greg & Sebastian
Where: School
When: Morning, Monday, Dec 4
Status: Complete
The news that Greg and Justin had gotten into a fight had spread like wildfire around school and so far Greg had heard two stories that weren't true about the how and why of it all. he tried not to let it bother him since he wasn't exactly dying to humiliate Phee by telling everyone what had really happened. It should only reflect badly on the guys but even Greg knew that wasn't how that would go down. It was only ten am and he was already sick of it all as he slinked into class early and plopped into his seat. He couldn't wait for this stupid day to be over and the faint ache in his cheek wasn't making it any easier to stay at school. Maybe it was time to cash in those good-boy points he'd been hoarding over the semester and just skip out. Maybe Phee would even go with him to hang out at Moxie's or something, one day couldn't hurt, right?
Sebastian hurried to class specifically hoping to catch Greg. That he’d had to hear that Greg had been in a fight from someone other than Greg kind of hurt, but that aside he wanted to know what was up. The rumor mill had come up with a number of reasons and all of them sounded a little outlandish to Sebastian. Since it was Justin’s face on the other end of Greg’s fist, Sebastian had a pretty good idea as to what might’ve actually happened, but he needed to hear it from Greg. He was glad to see that Greg was also early to class and he slid into the seat next to him, dropping his bag on the floor. “Dude, what the fuck happened?” he asked, jumping right to it. “And don’t give me the bullshit version. I’ve already heard my share.”
Greg leaned his head back with an exaggerated groan. "Wait, you don't believe I caught the gay from you and I've been using Phee for a beard?" He scoffed softly, then straightened in his seat because the reality of it was no joking matter. "Phee didn't tell you what happened?" he asked cautiously and fuck, did that mean he wasn't supposed to either? She hadn't told him to keep his mouth shut and she knew he and Bash were best friends so... No. He was not keeping this a secret.
“I hadn’t heard that one,” Sebastian said and couldn’t help but crack a smile because he couldn’t think of anything more ridiculous. Greg was possibly the least gay guy he knew. Not in a homophobic way, but more in that he knew Greg had liked girls his whole life and had never even glanced at a guy in that way. “Phee… told me about something last week. Some of the guys being assholes. Did something else happen?” He’d seriously hoped that it would all just go away, just like Phee did. If he’d thought it would escalate he would have told Greg himself, despite his sister’s insistence that he not.
Greg felt a little stab of something hearing Phee had told Bash and not him but Bash was her brother and Greg supposed it was normal that she'd tell him more than him. It still stung a little and he forced himself to shrug it off. "Yeah, they taped up her flute-case and filled it with some gross shit," he muttered. "I got it open after she was gone and it just-" he made a little motion to signal his head exploding, a deep set frown on his face. "Couldn't not go back and kick some ass, you know?"
“The fuck?!” Sebastian burst before pressing his lips into a hard line. He had never been okay with the name calling, but messing with her stuff was crossing the line. Especially her flute. “You should’a told me. I’d have gone with you.” Nevermind that he’d been drunk and fooling around with Hunter at the time; he wished he could have had the chance to beat up the guys who were picking on his sister. Now it was too late, he was too sober, and he had too much time to be aware of the consequences.
"Yeah maybe," Greg muttered. "But it's done now. "It's why we didn't come to the party, we just went straight to my place. She was really upset." He nudged Sebastian with a wry little smile. "Don't get into another fight though, not at school. I don't want you to get kicked off the team." Getting into a fight at a party was at least isolated from school, like inside and outside of school were two separate worlds that didn't affect each other much.
“Ugh,” Sebastian huffed. “Fuckers. We should stuff their tailpipes with— with dog shit.” He would never do such a thing, but he kind of wished he could. He wanted them to feel what it was like to have someone ruin something valuable to them. “I won’t, but only because she’d be pissed at me. She made me promise to leave it alone.” But that was on the condition that it stop, which it clearly hadn’t. Maybe Greg had finally shut them up. “Was her flute in the case?”
Greg snorted at the idea and honestly, Phee hadn't told him to leave it alone so he was tempted to follow up on it. "Nah," he replied then. "They did it sometime while she was playing, fuckers. I'm gonna be keeping an eye on them and... if Phee is sad at home can you tell me? I'm super worried she won't tell me if something else happens." She had promised she would but that wasn't exactly a guarantee.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Sebastian nodded, then bit his lip, his fingers drumming once on the desk. “Sorry I didn’t tell you before. She asked me not to, I’d just gotten in that fight with Kyle, and I think we were both hoping it would just go away.” Unfortunately, those dickheads had kept right on at it. Hopefully a smack to the head was enough to incentivize them to move on. “You think they’ll drop it?” It could go one of two ways— they could decide to move on, or things could get way worse.
"If they don't I'll have to punch all of them. Harder." It was Greg's turn to frown, the thought of those guys messing with Phee again sending white hot rage right through his core. "So keep your eyes peeled and practice your punching." Of course he hoped it wouldn't come to that, they were supposed to be a team and Greg wanted things to go back to normal already.
While the thought of Justin and his friends continuing to mess with Phee riled Sebastian up, Greg’s response made him smile. He’d known Greg his whole life, for as long as he could remember, and he knew he was serious. He’d just never realized how good Greg could be for his sister. “Course,” he nodded, then gave a small bitter laugh. “Practice is gonna suck.” At this rate, the whole team was going to be all banged up by the next game.
"This whole damn semester is gonna suck," Greg sighed but who knew, maybe things would get better and they'd work this all out somehow. He wasn't super optimistic about it but weirder things had happened. Someone else entered the class room and flopped down in their seat across the room and Greg watched them with narrowed eyes before leaning in closer to Sebastian. "I'm like... caring less and less about all that," he muttered. "This is the last year we're at this school and I'm not going to college so all this team spirit shit is just... I don't know, it's not getting to me as much as it used to."
Greg was right, it was hard to get amped up about winning when you didn’t like the people you were playing with, but Sebastian was still hoping it was salvageable. He’d enjoyed playing basketball in years past, but if it really wasn’t worth it then he’d find other things to focus on. Like the play, which was getting closer by the day. “Well, it’s not football,” Sebastian said with a bit of a smile. “You thinking about quitting?” He couldn’t imagine staying on the team if Greg wasn’t there with him. It felt too much like letting them win, like they were being run off, which made Sebastian even more likely to stand his ground, but he knew Greg might not feel the same way.
"I don't quit," Greg scoffed though as soon as he said it he had to actually think about it. He didn't make a habit of quitting things but was it time to do that now? "I'm just trying to not take it so hard, care less, you know? This team is kinda fucked so it's not our fault if we lose." He wrinkled his nose and scoffed again. "But fuck I hate losing, you know? Man, we need to fix this shit somehow. Kick them off the team." That made him grin a little, even if it was wholly unrealistic.
“I know, right?” Sebastian snickered. “It’s like, they need to make it up to us. Or, really, they need to make it up to Phee, and I just don’t see that happening. So we’re stuck playing with assholes. Well, not all of them.” It was grossly unfair to assume the whole team was in on it when it was really just a handful of jerks. The problem was that so many people tolerated it. If someone had called them out on it when it started, maybe it wouldn’t have kept on as it did. Instead, it had to get to the point that Greg was punching people. “Maybe we’ll lose a few games and then they’ll pull their heads out of their asses and try to fix things. But I’m not getting my hopes up.”
"You know I'm an optimist," Greg told him. "But sometimes it's better not to be and like, be pleasantly surprised instead of disappointed. I think this is one of those times. If they clean up their act and become decent fucking people that'd be swell but worst case scenario? At least they'll be out of our hair next spring." That really was the best he could hope for. Until then he'd just work his ass off to keep them from Phee.
“Exactly,” Sebastian agreed, sitting back in his seat as the classroom began to fill up. No one said they all had to be friends. They just had to put their differences aside when they were on the court. It sounded easy enough, but it was clearly something they all needed to work on. “We’ll just have to see how it goes. It we lose this week’s game, I’m not gonna let it bother me too much.” He’d give it his best and that was all that mattered.
"See, you say that," Greg said with a slightly pained expression. "And I say that too but if we lose I'm probably going to flip my shit and punch a jerk again. Any jerk this time, just pick a random one." He was joking of course - mostly - but he also knew himself and he knew he was a sore loser, something he might have protested a couple of years ago but with age came wisdom, right? Right.
“We can’t keep punching people,” Sebastian said with a little laugh, though he was completely serious. He knew how good it felt in the moment, but it didn’t really solve anything. None of the guys that deserved to be punched were going to stop being assholes out of fear of either of them. They’d only stop if they grew bored or if they had some kind of epiphany. It was hard for Sebastian to accept that this was a situation he couldn’t fix, but that was the conclusion he’d come to eventually. “We’ll go to Moxie’s if we lose, you, me, Hunter, and Phee. We can binge on milkshakes and fries and hope we’ll play better next time.”
"Coach would probably tell us to harness the anger," Greg said with a little snort. "Harness the anger, direct it at the enemy." Coaches were always so dramatic but hell, it worked on a group of pumped up guys who wanted to win. "Milkshakes should be a motivator, by the way. Promising me milkshake if we lose isn't really productive." He nudged Sebastian playfully but he was definitely having milkshake with his friends, whether they lost or not.
“Milkshakes are supposed to be the consolation prize,” Sebastian smiled. “The thing to keep you from punching, remember? Doesn’t mean we can’t have one if we win.” It wouldn’t be a celebration, but he thought they could probably both use the reminder that there were more important things than winning a high school basketball game. Like the people who loved them, though that sounded too mushy to say aloud. “I’m trying not to worry about it. Nothing we can do right now, you know?”
"God," Greg said with a little laugh. "Who have I become that I need something to keep me from punching?" Having a girlfriend apparently brought out something in him he hadn't really had to deal with before. Then again he'd never had to deal with anyone picking on his girlfriend before, just hitting on which was far less annoying and less likely to make him want to punch people. "But you're right, nothing we can do but get over ourselves and practice before the next game."
“You and I both,” Sebastian snorted in agreement. While he knew they both had good reasons for it, it felt out of character for both of them, something they’d only resort to in extreme circumstances. He didn’t plan on a repeat performance, and he knew Greg didn’t either, but neither one of them was going to put up with continued bullshit either. “We’ll figure it out,” he said as the bell rang. “Can’t get any worse, right?”
"Don't," Greg said quickly, hushing him and flailing just a tad. "Don't jinx it." He laughed then and slumped in his seat, groaning when their teacher entered the room. He felt too hyped up now to actually study, he just wanted to go practice and get over himself right now. Time and place, patience and all that. With a sigh he reached for his bag to get his books out. "Let's hope this is the rock bottom," he mumbled to Sebastian, quiet enough to keep it between them.
Sebastian just nodded, going quiet as class started up. He didn’t know about Greg, but he couldn’t take much more than this. He needed a break— not just a good night, but a good week. Maybe even two. That was probably too much to ask, but they were going into the holidays and he wanted to enjoy Christmas. That was something to look forward to, at least.