Thread: Lets have a talk, you and I Date: January 16, After this Characters: Azimio and Jadyn Location: School hallway Warnings: Language, threats of violence and dismembermant Summary: Jadyn tracks down Azimio to try to work off some frustration
Jadyn was on a war path, and if you asked her, she had the right to be. What was surprising is that this time, it had absolutely nothing to do with Rachel or even Olivia. Nor was it really anger that had her so worked up. Well actually yes, she was angry, but that took a backseat to the to the large amount of sexual frustration rampaging through her blood. All of it thanks to Quinn.
Jadyn released a particularly nasty snarl at the simple thought of the other girl, frightening yet another student who’d wandered too close. She completely ignored him as he scurried away as fast as his feet could carry him, channeling all of her pent-up energy into one focus. She’d already done every thing else she could think of to take her mind off of her keyed up condition, including smoking her entire new pack of cigarettes. Now, it was time for a little ‘physical therapy’.
It hadn’t taken her long to find out who ‘Azimio was’ and honestly, she had laughed for a good long while when she realized who it really was. As it turned out, this was one of the football players she had thoroughly ‘educated’ for tormenting Jaime. Obviously this one hadn’t learned his lesson. That was okay though, because Jadyn had an extra large cherry slushy as a nice, ice cold refresher, just for him.
When she saw him, her strides turned long and quick, eating up the distance between them in no time. Arm cocked back, Jadyn tossed the icy slush way harder than was necessary, but the way she saw it, he deserved it and she had the extra energy to spare.
When the cherry slushie hit his face, Azimio definitely saw red. No pun intended. Azimio wiped his face and got a look. Aw shit, it was that crazy ass bitch who had whomped him and his buddies. “What the fuck, bitch?” He snapped, wanting to cold cock her but hesitating because she was a girl.
Jadyn’s smirk held nothing but malice. She was restless, her skin felt too tight, like something just below the surface was just itching to get out. Right away, she knew that if she weren’t careful, this would end far too soon and with this idiot in a coma. Jadyn couldn’t lose her cool. She’d promised Jaime that she wouldn’t get that carried away again, and she had to keep in mind that this also concerned Pollux and his fear for Castor. So rather than cock her arm back again, this time to introduce her fist to Azimio’s face, she just tilted her head to the side.
“You have quite the foul mouth, don’t you?”
Azimio had to think about that for a minute. He wasn’t sure if he did or not. He supposed so. He was just trying to figure out a way to end this conversation that didn’t end up with him getting punched. He would never admit that he was afraid of a girl, but he was. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s how I always respond when someone throws a slushie all up in my grill.” He responded.
“And what about when you’re beating someone half to death? What kind of nasty things do you say then?” Her voice was deadly serious as she stared him down, her body was one straight, tense line. If he had any type of survival instinct, he would realize that this was the calm before the storm, and that it would be in his best interest to keep it at bay by not pretending that he didn’t know what she was talking about.
Azimio didn’t know for sure what she was talking about, he did a lot of beating up during the day. He thought she might mean that Castor kid, but he wasn’t for sure, and his policy was deny deny deny. He felt it was easier than admit to things that way. He looked at her, and despite the fact that he might be signing his own death warrant, said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but usually, if I’m beating someone up there’s a fucking reason.”
Jadyn grabbed the lapels of his letterman jacket and shoved him against the lockers, all in the blink of an eye. She released an animalistic growl, not unlike a lion ready to pounce. But unlike her earlier confrontation, she felt nothing but pure rage and disgust.
“And what reason did you have for beating up Castor?” She sneered, well aware that she’d used the wrong name. If she didn’t stick to the story, Pollux’s sacrifice would have all been for nothing.
“He’s a homo.” Azimio said, shrugging. He should have looked scared but he wasn’t backing down from his decision to beat the shit out of Castor. The kid had it coming, he liked to get it up the ass. “I had to he’s a homo. Gays are just not right, there’s something wrong with their chemical makeup.” He wished he could have the relationship he used to have with Dave back, he missed him a lot. He just wasn’t sure he could hang with him if he was going to be a homo. Azimio liked girls, and it was staying that way.
Jadyn pulled him away from the lockers, only to bodily slam him against it again, this time with twice as much force. His head rebounded of the metal and Jadyn had to resist the urge to do it again, and again, and again. Instead she held him against the surface with much more strength than someone her size should ever be able to possess.
“You’re the one with the messed up chemical makeup, and normally, I wouldn’t give a second thought to a waste of existence like you, but Castor means a lot to me. You remember what happens when you mess with people I care about, don’t you?” Her hissed words were emphasised with violent jerks of his jacket. There was no need to ask if he remembered her though. She knew he did. She could see it in his eyes, the way he tensed up when she got close. She knew he remember the pain she caused. The pain she so wanted to cause again. But she resisted, just barely.
Azimio wasn’t sure what to say to her, he knew anything he said was not going to be kosher with her, and he didn’t want to end up like he did last time. “I do remember what you did last time, but Dave is important to me, or was, and that Castor kid corrupted him. I did what I had to do. I couldn’t let that stand. Karofsky is, was my best friend, and I couldn’t let him get away with it. It’s against my moral code.” He told her, still trying to move and finding it hard.
Jadyn snarled, her restraint two wrong words away from snapping.
“Don’t ever spew that garbage around me again or I’ll break your jaw!” She snapped, before leaning closer. This was nothing like when she was pressed against Quinn though, not that the thought of the other girl was helping matters. All she saw was red as she bared her teeth. “And if you ever hurt any of my friends again, I’ll rip your arms off and beat you to death with them.” She hissed before the sound of an angry shout caught her attention.
At the end of the hall was the same coach that had saved Olivia from pretty much the same position Azimio was in now. What was it with that woman? Did she have radar for when confrontations were happening? Her and Quinn’s fight/whatever the hell it was flashed through her mind and she growled darkly. Obviously not all confrontations. The coach yelled something else but Jadyn just ignored her. Curling her lip, she let go of the jock before stalking down the hallway. Forget skipping classes, she was done with this place for the day.