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Fire and Ice (Star and Frogger)

FallenUmbral

FallenUmbral

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Rath was the sort of fella that took down anyone that looked at him the wrong way, he was one of the shortest guys around the school. It was here that he earned the name of the red tiger as he was known throughout his freshmen year. Taking down anyone that got in his way, even going as far as being called a Yankee as time would go on. Many dare not to get in his way, but his worst problem was the fact that he barely passed his classes. It was a struggle, mostly because he hasn't even gone to class for most of his last year.

Now a new year as they were getting closer to college as the first day went by without an issue. It was here that Rath would come in around the second period during math as he didn't care about who saw him. His red hair was ruffled, as his hands were in his pocket. Looking around at the class, he would smirk a little as he walked over to the seat closest to the window in the back. It was his personal favorite, but the teacher would look at him with a frown.

"Mr. MoonCrest, you are late on your first day." He said as he glared at him.

"I saw a cat stuck in a tree, so I saved it. I'm here now, so calm down teach." Rath rolled his eyes as he took his seat right next to the window as he noticed the girl right next to him was blonde, but he didn't know her. Then pulled out a book as he started to take some notes from the teacher was saying, but really he wanted to enjoy his usual spot.
 
Jacklyn had her chin cradled in the palm of a hand, her eyes intent on the lesson... that is, until a student so rudely waltzed in without a care about who saw him, or of the repercussions of being late. How impudent. A few began to whisper and gossip, but a quick glare put a stop to that. Jacklyn does not recognize him, however she gets the feeling this is going to be a regular occurrence throughout the year... and is that not just lovely? The tips of her fingers brushed pieces of gold behind an ear, only to linger there as she lifted her eyes to study the messy scrawl of their teacher.

His nickname might be Yankee, but hers happens to be Ice Princess. As odd as it may sound, it is befitting of the young beauty. No one has ever seen her smile, laugh, or display any sort of emotion aside from cool detachment. Jacklyn chose to keep herself at a distance, too, never speaking up unless spoken to. To the teachers she is respectful to a point, but to a fellow student, she barely spared a second thought. In fact, Jacklyn is quiet, her attention always on the lesson... no matter what the subject is.

Mr. MoonCrest? Mm. I will make sure not to have anything to do with him.

Math has never been one of her favorite subjects, but it is one she excels in regardless. Jacklyn jotted down notes while the teacher returned to the lesson, not paying any mind to her new neighbor. A leg did rise at one point or another, just to cross over the other.
 
Rath didn't really like math it was strange to him, causing him to wonder if he was going to be any good at it. He would copy down the notes the best he could, as he tried to understand the lessons. Those that did gossip about him would only be met with a glare, girls were met with a wink and smile. He wasn't one to turn down the attention of them, but what was the most shocking was the girl right next to him. She didn't try to speak to him, a hello or even chat with the others.

What is up with this girl.....

She was quiet, focused on the book in front of her and made him wonder what she was doing. Her nose glued to the book as he just blinked for a moment and looked at her legs swaying under the desk. He realized that she had long legs for some odd reason and couldn't tell from her seating down that she was taller than him. He wondered what her notes look like and so he tilted his head to her side of the room as he tried to peak at her books as if he was trying to copy answers to a test.
 
It was easy to ignore the chattering of the girls behind her, seeing as how their naive way of thinking interests her little, but the boy off to her left is another story. Every so often Jacklyn noticed him glaring at the boys grumbling about him under their breath, or worse yet, winking and smiling at the girls seated closest. It was… not only aggravating, but distracting as well. Jacklyn chose not to pay him any attention whatsoever, instead jotting down notes neatly in her notebook.

An unsettling feeling flashed down her spine, only to weigh heavy in the pit of the girl’s stomach.

Dark green eyes lifted at long last, focusing on him. At first, Jacklyn had no idea what to say, flabbergasted he would go and attempt to peek at her notes, when he’s obviously capable of taking his own… but then, frustration sank in. An eyebrow rose. “Yes?” Jacklyn spoke, her tone low enough not to disrupt the lesson. “May I help you?” The words had a heavy layer of sarcasm lathered onto each and every syllable, so much so that it was practically dripping onto the floor… well, that and ice crystals. Jacklyn’s voice was cold enough to melt the blood in someone’s veins, almost.
 
He wanted to get her notes for himself, she wasn't a guy so he couldn't threaten her. It wasn't in his nature to beat up girls, but he would need to come up with another way. What could be the best result then to pretend like he was cheating, even if it was only the first day of school? His attention was focused on the book, but suddenly he got a feeling as she looking at him. That would make him slowly look in the direction of her dark green eyes as his own bright topaz ones would stare back.


He wondered if she felt honored to be cheated off, but then he blinked for a moment. Her eyebrow raised as one word came out of her mouth. Rath was discovered by her and soon she wanted to know what he wanted from him. It was the end of the world as he would shake his head to keep himself in control. The aura of her words was indeed cold, but it was at that moment that he felt challenged and smirked towards her and a fire was brewed.

"Help me? Yeah, that might be nice. I will need a copy of your notes from here on out. I might not be in class sometimes and I don't want to bother with these borning lessons." He said his expression lite up like a fire as he was laying down the ground rules of there relationship now as she was going to be his helper for this year.
 
He must be joking. Jacklyn is not in the mood to play games, nor is she willing to play. "Excuse me? I think not," Jacklyn replied, a finger tapping against her cheek. "I do not want to bother with the likes of you. Besides. If I was to comply... I would only be encouraging this disrespectful behavior. No. I am not interested in entertaining this childish notion. Do your own work." Jacklyn is not going to write down her notes for him to benefit off of. No. Absolutely not. "How about you ask one of the other girls? I am sure one of these... giggling airheads would be more than happy to supply you with a year of math notes."

Is he insane? Mentally challenged? Of course Jacklyn is not going to provide him with a copy of her notes. How ridiculous. Many boys chuckled behind their hands, pleased that they were not the only ones turned down by the infamous Ice Princess. For the rest of class, Jacklyn neither spared him a thought or a glance, more intent on the lesson than anything else. It would be silly to pay him any mind. It was not until she heard her name mentioned by someone else that she bothered to tear her eyes away from the chalkboard, a small frown playing along the curve of her lips.

"Excuse me?"

A girl smirked. "I think we should nominate Jacklyn Forsythe as our class rep!"

Jacklyn lifted her head up from her hand, the fingers curling slightly. "No," she spoke plainly. "Thank you, but I have more important things to do with my time." It is the truth.
 
Rath would come out the winner of the deal, he always already going to plan to slack off for the rest of the year. That was until his bubble popped into his mind as her words pierced into him like a switchblade. The blade was sharp, yet dull enough to jab into him a few times with the result to torture him slowly. His cheerful expression that plastered had shifted to something more of a grin. "Well seems like you got some bite you. Fine, I will go ask someone else if you're not up for the challenge."

He wanted to say something more intense back to her, he was pissed on the inside because no one ever turned him down. Many of the guys would be met with a very stern gaze as they stopped the chuckling as he looked off to the side. This was going to require some planning to figure her out this Ice woman.

That was when his attention shifted towards the request of the class and the girl to his side. Then turned his head back towards the Ice woma......well Jacklyn now that he knew her name now. That was when he would raise his hand in the air as many would be surprised by his reaction as some knew him from last year.

"I agree with that Nomination, only because she seems to have a strong head on her shoulders. I believe that a sense of responsibility and devotion is what is needed to make an impact on our class and around the school." Rath spook out in a commanding voice as many of the girls and some guys would start to clap for him out of awe and fear.

"So since most of the class has settled on that matter, we need a male one. Since I'm amazed by your determination and words, Rath Mooncrest I would elect you to lead our class." The teacher would counter back as Rath would feel like this might turn out badly.

"You don't want me! I'm a slacker and totally not worth such an honor." He said trying to get out of this problem, only for the girls to cheer at the idea and the guys to turn back on him as payback.

"It seems the class has decided and I think it will be good for you to be around a good influence like Miss. Forsythe" He then turned around without another word and wrote it on the chalkboard as they were now stuck with each other. Rath turned towards the woman with grinning teeth as this was going to be a problem with his ruling of the school.
 
“Sir?” Jacklyn spoke up, ever so politely interrupting the lesson before it could begin again. A hand was lifted, too, her face adopting a thoughtful expression. Of course it was all an act, but regardless… no one else has to know. “I hate to object, however I feel the need to point out that neither this… Mooncrest or I are good candidates to be class representatives.” With the eyes of the class and teacher upon her, Jacklyn went on to explain, her elbows resting upon the desk as she used her hands to gesture and make her point clear.

“It is… flattering that you think I would do well as class representative, but you do have to realize I am far too busy. I am in four advanced placement classes, and I am in two clubs already. Where will I find the time to delegate this class?” Jacklyn spread her hands, her expression sheepish now, as if she is apologetic… though truly, she is far from it.

An unfamiliar voice spoke up in the back. “Isn’t that the reason why we elect two? So it isn’t too much work on one person?” Murmuring broke out, and Jacklyn closed her eyes to refrain from saying something she will later regret. “Perhaps,” she spoke up, “and yet, I do not believe Mooncrest will… contribute as I would like him to. Perhaps if he was to have a different person to coincide with-?”

“Enough, Miss Forsythe.” Mr. Davis intercepted. “It’s already been decided. If it does get to be a problem, we’ll elect someone that has more free time on their hands, but for now, try. Let’s give this… a week, huh? Besides, it might be a good experience for you as well.” Jacklyn’s eyes went glacial, but otherwise she said nothing as the conversation returned to the lesson.

Unlikely. How can he contribute to a good experience? Jacklyn placed her chin in the palm of a hand, not paying him any mind, regardless whether or not they are both class representatives. In all honesty, it does not matter to her who rules the class. Are they not all mindless sheep that follow the one who has the biggest stick?

How is she to get out of this-? Is it worth calling Father over? No. More than likely, he would insist she play the part, if only because it will look good on her resume. Jacklyn rolled her eyes at the thought.

Luckily she did not have to endure this for very long, being that the bell rang. Everyone gathered their things together, heading out the door in order to go off to their next class. Jacklyn did the same, though not with the same vigor as the others.
 
It was hardly the right call to give them such power, they could rule the school, but the problem was that they both would need to work together. She didn't like him and he wanted to get some revenge on her for turning down his offer. It was more of a demand, but beggars can't be choosers. He wanted to flip his desk because of his problem he would need to face now, but it would be too easy for her to be let go of him.

Then he thought about it more clearly, they would need to work together and this might be to find a weakness in her armor. It had to be somewhere where the sun doesn't shine, but now it would be the perfect chance to not cause trouble. He might need to put in some more work for her like him, he hadn't found anyone to stand up to him yet. She was the first and hopefully the last that would get in his way.


Once the bell rung, everyone was getting out of the class as he noticed that his new partner was all alone with him. She wasn't trying to get out of the class so quickly, and so he would copy the same pace. Once it looked like she was about to leave her desk, he would block the way with a smirk on his face. "That was quite the show you put on. My name is Rath and you must be Jacklyn. These means we're going to spending more time with each other, doesn't it? All we need to do is work together and things should go smoothly." Rath said with another smirk on as he was trying to show off his strength.
 
Jacklyn hesitated, being that it is only nice to listen to what he has to say… not that she believes it will be anything important. As if. An eyebrow lifted, portraying her disinterest in this conversation. “No, it does not,” Jacklyn told him plainly. “I have no intention to spend any of my precious time with the likes of you. I do not care what your name is. I have no intention in getting to know you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to preoccupy myself with.”

What else is there to say? It is not as though their grades hang in the balance. It is nothing but a silly class… delegation, where two person are put in charge of the upcoming festivals. Oh no, Jacklyn is not interested. Not at all. And so, Jacklyn put the ridiculous notion behind her, instead focusing on her classes, on her lessons as she has always done. Many guys cast her longing looks, lured in by her cold demeanor… but of course, she did not pay them any mind whatsoever.

After classes, Jacklyn gathered her things together before going out the door. Of course she is not going to meet with that delinquent, but go to her club meeting. Very few know of her extracurricular activities, and Jacklyn prefers to keep it quiet. It is nice to step out, though, to bask in the afternoon heat, if only for a moment. Jacklyn chose to pause and breathe in the fresh, crisp air, closing her eyes to enjoy it further. A nice breeze played with the tips of her hair, and for once she did not feel compelled to do something about it. The moment gone, Jacklyn began to head off with her head held high.
 
Rath blinked a few times as she seemed to play him off. Her words were rough around the edges, but straight to the point that made him reel back. She treated him like he was a lower class then her...like she was some sort of princess and he wanted to try his best to get her help with his homework. "If that is how you feel, I guess I will take the high road." He said letting her get away with those words, he would never raise a hand against a woman. It wasn't worth it and he had a code of honor, guys, on the other hand, were free game.

Rath would go to the homeroom as he waited for someone to see him. She didn't appear in the classroom as he waited in one of the chairs. This was going to be harder then he expected, Maybe he should just quit while he was ahead and go find his cronies to take over the second years, but then the teacher would come into the room. He sighed very loudly as he looked towards Mr. Davis.

"Yo, Teach where is that girl? I didn't come here to waste my time with a slacker like her." Rath said being blunt now with the teacher as he put a hand under his chin looking very bored now.
 
"Out of the two of you, Mr. Mooncrest, I think you qualify as the 'slacker'," Mr. Davis replied in a matter-of-fact tone. He did not hesitate to speak his mind, either. It is something his students have come to appreciate about him, if nothing else. "Miss Forsythe is a very hardworking young woman, and I think you need to learn a thing or two from her." Mr. Davis sank into his seat behind the desk, a groan leaving the poor, worn-out excuse of a chair. "As for where she is..." Pulling his chair closer to the desk, Mr. Davis reached out for a binder containing information on all his students.

It didn't take long to locate the person in question. Mr. Davis relaxed back in his seat, kicking up a leg to sling it over the other. "It looks like she's in the Music Club right now," he decided to share. "Miss Forsythe is also in soccer, but that won't be until later. Why didn't you ask for her schedule?" Mr. Davis demanded to know, throwing the binder back onto his desk. "You can't simply order her about, Mr. Mooncrest. Unlike you, Miss Forsythe has other things to do besides cater to you. Not only is she an outstanding student, she is a gifted and talented athlete and musician."

Mr. Davis didn't hesitate to retrieve what he left behind in his desk, or to get up and start heading out. "Ask when she isn't busy," Mr. Davis told Rath next. "Politely. If you are nice to her, she'll be nice right back. It's the natural order of things." A quirky smile following his advice, Mr. Davis was gone a moment later, strolling down the hallway while... whistling, of all things.
 
Rath would notice the tone of the teacher, as he would narrow his eyes at him. This was going to be a problem for him, but he would just roll his eyes at him. Trying not to fight back, but he would at least listen for now to his words. They were useful for him to understand that people were different and he really didn't like this new teacher he would need to deal with them. "Right.....tell me straight not like I've haven't heard it before." He said remembering an officer telling him the same thing as he just went on with listening about the rest.


She was apart of the music club and that would be a place to try to spy on her. It was a start for him, but soccer was something he wasn't expecting her to be into. This was going to be harder then he expected, but he does would do anything to get the upper hand! The teacher just didn't know when to shut up as he would almost try to flip the desk over at the way he kept praising her. "I was polit......ish." Rath said pouting a little now as he would watch him get out of the classroom with a jaunty tune in his mouth and left him alone.

He would just take a deep breathe as he took off in a quick sprint to find the music room, as he was going to spy on her for now. Looking through the window or even a small crack in the door as he wanted to know what she does there. Maybe taking the advice of his teacher was a good choice, yet he wouldn't need to do it right now as he wasn't going to confront her.
 
“Alright, everyone! Settle down!” Miss Reed clapped her hands together, her smile bright and warm. A few students moved to grab a chair, others pulling out their instruments or music sheets. “Let’s go over what we were practicing last week,” Miss Reed suggested with her hands now folded in front. A tall, somewhat willowy woman with blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes, she leads the club -and her classes- with gentle persuasion and sometimes quick wit. “Did everyone bring their music?” A handful answered her while she walked to the front of the room.

Jacklyn had chosen a seat off to the side, away from everybody else. It provided her with a nice view out the window to the courtyard… and it also discourages the others from striking a conversation with her. “Excellent. Miss Forsythe, do you care to start us off?” Miss Reed offered the quiet girl a smile and waved a hand towards her, not in the least bit demanding. Jacklyn lifted her violin from her lap, tucking one end under her chin while putting her bow to the strings. A heavy anticipation briefly touched her before she closed her eyes… and began to play.

It was a heart-wrenching sad song that resonated through the air. It spoke volumes, and much as Jacklyn tried not to let too much emotion into her music… it was impossible. Every note was crisp and clear, the song beautiful… and, one by one, other instruments joined in to create something more. Jacklyn paid little mind to them, though. At one point or another, she had tied her hair back in a neat braid, to keep it out of her eyes, and the bow moved with precision over the strings.
 
Rath would find the class with a smirk on his face, this was going to be the moment of truth for him. Then he noticed that they were playing music in the room, he really didn't want to be apart of the class. It was against him, he hated music so much! It was a waste of time, but something about the way it was played was just odd to him. He could tell if something was flat, off key, and overall the way it plays differently by a person.

He didn't want to admit that it gave him a pleasant feeling, but once he started to hear the ice queen playing like it was nothing. Her style of play was key to it all....but the heart-wrenching part was too demanding on him. Soon the room was filled with music that came from all other, he didn't know what to do or say.....he listened onto the group. He wanted to rip the door open and disturb them, but he couldn't bear to do it and so he ended up leaving without a word.

He was speechless for once with her music, it was damning like a siren call from the middle of the ocean. All he could do was wait around for the soccer after school, but then he didn't have a good reason to come after her then. That damn teacher words rung in his ears, be polite and she will come to you......FUCK!

It was here that he would just go home for now to replot his plan of attack, he might have been up to something. Maybe.....whatever! Rath would get ready for the next day to ensure that he was prepared, but he also had to cook dinner.

....

The following morning, he was walking towards the front of the school. It was going to be time to try something new, a whole new him.....that was until he reached the supermarket right by the school. There was an older guy at the front on bikes picking up a few girls that went to his school and didn't let them go past. Rath would only sigh at it was just going to be another one of those days and soon rushed over tossing his bag into one of there faces. His punch soon following afterward into the side of the leader's face as the girls ran thinking he was some sort of monster, but never realizing that he was saving them....he was going to be late again.
 
For soccer practice, Jacklyn has to rise early… so early, in fact, no one else can be seen about when everyone meets out on the field. A golden glow is just over the horizon, barely keeping the navy blue of night at bay, but there is a crispness in the air that is sort of… invigorating. Jacklyn pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, several threads of blonde escaping her efforts in order to brush against her cheeks. Once a brief ‘pep talk’ was provided by their captain, they were off.

An hour dragged past, and then another thirty minutes, before they were released. Jacklyn let no sign of fatigue show, but she was exhausted. Drops of sweat glistened on her forehead and the curve of her throat, not to mention had her clothes cling to her body. It was… uncomfortable, to say the least. It is a good thing the school has showers for athletes. Jacklyn peeled her shirt away from her breasts, if only to cool herself off somewhat. It is fortunate she brought her school uniform with her, too, instead of wearing it already, otherwise… today may have proven to be… troublesome.

It did not take too long to wash away the dirt and sweat, though Jacklyn did indulge herself by staying in a tad bit longer. Her hair slightly curly because of the water, Jacklyn put on the uniform before gathering the rest of her things together. It seems she did not try herself off, not completely, because the white blouse is clinging to her curves more than usual… and because she did not put on her jacket, it was fairly obvious. Oh well. In less than an hour, it will not be an issue.

Jacklyn sank into her seat, instinctively placing her chin in the palm of a hand. A few threads of dark gold brushed against her cheek, but of course she only brushed these behind an ear. More and more students arrived, idle chit-chat and laughter filling the otherwise empty silence.

Mr. Davis walked in through the door next, prompting everyone to rise up out of their seats and bow out of respect. “Good morning!” Mr. Davis returned the greeting before opening his binder to start taking attendance. Jacklyn sat back down, her eyes drawn to the beautiful morning outside. It is a shame she has to spend today inside, instead of… hm? What was that? Dark green watched as a familiar figure hurried towards the school, running as if his life depends on it. Is that… the boy from yesterday? Why is she not surprised? Jacklyn looked away, bending down to retrieve her notebook and textbook before the lesson starts.
 
It was another tough battle with the punks, as he barely won this one with those surprise attacks. This was the reason he needed to control the school, so he could keep those type of punks away from the school. Why did he decide on this course of actions? It wasn't like people liked him, after all, he beat up a senior during his first year at school because he wanted him to be a gopher. People feared him after that......so he just went with it to get through the rest of high school at least.

He took a few good punches to his body, but he was merely going to hide those. No one would notice as long as it isn't his face. Rushing back to school he would jump over the gate as some of the guards yelled at him. Once he got into the school, he would find the classroom and opened the door. Many of the classmates would turn around once more as he would be the center of attention. Then did something unlike him as the teacher of the year was going to speak to him about his tardiness. "I'm sorry for being late." Rath would say out of nowhere as if the world was on fire and he would just walk over to his seat without another word.

Taking out his book as he tried to take the notes of the class the best he could. He didn't even look towards Jacklyn as he might just try to copy off her or say something rude. Maybe he could try to use the advice that was given to him, so he would try his best to be on good behavior for now.
 
Did he just… apologize? How astounding. Perhaps there is hope for him yet. Jacklyn fought not to laugh at her internal musings, and instead let her eyes slide over to the seat next to hers. Is the world coming to an end, and they just do not know it? Hm. It could very well be. Why else would he apologize? Dark green studied him for but a moment, and then returned to the chalkboard. It does not concern her. It would be silly to be involved with the likes of him, today or on any other day. He would only bring about headaches and trouble.

Jacklyn jotted down notes during the lesson, though it was more out of habit than out of interest. A hand lifted as to cradle her chin in the palm, several threads of gold -darker still because of her quick shower earlier- swaying forward to plaster against the curve of her jaw. Not a word left her. It was not until the bell rang that she rose out of her seat, hands gently gathering her hair up off the back of her neck, in order to pull it up into a high ponytail. Of course bits and pieces managed to escape her attempts, but Jacklyn had neither the inclination or the patience to fight with it. Once she was through with that, she bent to retrieve her bag.

How surprising. Not only has he apologized for being late, he has behaved himself all throughout class. Has he finally learned his lesson? Does he finally realize that she is not interested in him, or being toyed with? Jacklyn brushed a few threads of hair behind an ear, twisting to leave now that class is over. It will not be long before the next one starts, however. History is tedious, but oh well.
 
It was hard enough for him to stay quiet for so long, most people were giving him the stink eye. Really like he was trying to turn over a new leaf, it wasn't what he wanted at all....but then caught the eye of Jacklyn for a moment. He didn't turn to look at her, trying to keep his pose intact as he wanted to be distant for now. They had three classes together which were math, lunch, and gym together. She seemed to be taking higher level courses compared to him and he would just sigh at the response.

He might need to catch her around lunchtime as the bell rung out. Everyone would head out towards the next class and he would turn to look at her leaving as she tied her hair into a ponytail and left for her next class. Rath would then look towards the teacher that gave him the advice as something else in the class had left already. "This is harder then it looks!" He said in a growl as he left his hand in his pockets trying to look strong in a way. "I'm going to ask her during lunch......this better work. I don't want to be stuck doing all the work!" He said menacingly as he turned away with a slight red tinting his face as he had to rely on someone else for help.

Then heading towards the next class, he would think about how to pop the question. It would be hard to catch her, he would need to find her as well.....did she have friends? He didn't want to do it out in the open, maybe he should skip a class to think about it. Why was being nice so hard, did this stuff really work for his own goals?

....

History class would indeed be tedious, but one issue that was around already was the golden girls in the class. They loved to wear makeup, had a few boyfriends on the best sport teams and causes trouble like no other. If they didn't like a girl they would shred into her, maybe of the other girls didn't mess with them and some even played pranks. This was a normal day as they sighted the target at hand as one of them sat right behind her in that class.

Looking at the ponytail, she would wait for the perfect moment for the teacher to turn away as she clawed at it. Pulling it back trying to make her fall out of her chair out of nowhere, as she smirked a little. If she did fall out, it would create a scene as many would laugh at her, but if she resisted she would feel if her hair was about to be pulled out. Then whistling like nothing was wrong as some of the others girls would snicker at her harmless prank.
 
Hmph. How childish. Must they go on with their silly games? Do they not realize they are in high school? Not kindergarten? Jacklyn thought to inform them of such, but to be honest… she doubts it would change anything. As the saying goes: a leopard is not liable to change their spots, no matter what. It hurt to have her hair pulled so mercilessly, but she said not a word about it. After all, it will only satisfy their oversized ego to let it be known that it aches so. It gives her grim satisfaction not to oblige, strangely enough...

It is irritating, though. Jacklyn prefers to focus on the lesson, but instead her attention was torn between it and the persistent pulling on her hair… and that, in of itself, is what she found more frustrating than the act. As to be expected, it was kept at a minimum until the end of class… thus, when she tried to leave, two of the three girls linked arms with her… making it to where escape is impossible. A grating laugh floated through the air. “Jackie!” Emily cooed, striding forward to make a grand entrance. Her hair, as always, is perfectly coiffed, her expression one of deadly cunning. It is stunning that, an eternity ago… they used to be friends.

“Oh, how are you doing? It’s been far too long.” Emily stopped in front of the trio, hands on her hips. “You look a little pale. How about we go out for a bit of fresh air? Hm?” A hand lifted to pat Jacklyn’s cheek with a sense of… sarcasm? Is that the right word? In any way, it was not at all reassuring… or friendly. “I like the idea,” Emily announced, a hand flipping a wave of gold behind her shoulder… her smile coy. “Come on, everyone. Let’s get going.” Of course Jacklyn had no choice, nor did her opinion matter any.

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Jacklyn’s back hit the brick wall, which… managed to knock all the oxygen from her lungs. Laughter filled her ears, cruel and snide… not to mention cold. “Were you ignoring me during class, Jackie?” Emily cooed, as if it deeply hurt her feelings… though Jacklyn doubts the beating black heart inside her chest can feel much of anything. “And here I thought you cared.” Her minions -whose names Jacklyn never bothered to learn- cackled on cue, and… quite frankly, grated on her nerves like nothing else. A hand tangled into her ponytail, ripping it out if only to grip onto the gold threads. It was an act of pride that she did not resist, that she did not bring her hands up to scratch and fight.

A slap stung her cheek first, and… in the blink of an eye, hands ripped at her uniform… nails scratched at her skin. Jacklyn bit back a thousand retorts that came to mind, and only raised her arms to defend herself. It is not worth lowering herself to their standard. It is… difficult, though, not to make a sound. Pain echoed inside her chest after a particularly harsh punch, and a slap brought welts. “Enough,” Jacklyn hissed, finally -finally- getting to the point where her patience is thin. “What do you prove with this? With these antics? How selfish you are? I have had enough. Let me return to class.”
 
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