OOC: Wait, so is Rachel gone? ... I'll act as if Galon's alone.
IC:
Galon looked at the place Angel had vacated for a minute. It wasn't so. It couldn't have been.
Shaking his head, he turned around and headed back to his locker. A smoke would calm him down-would help him sort out what had just happened. A jingle of keys and a click of a lock and he was staring eye to eye with his reflection. Nothing was amiss, save the blotches of bright red lipstick on his lips.
"Not quite my color," he muttered. He attempted to wipe his mouth, but only succeeded in smearing it and getting some on his sleeve.
"I hate you, Angel," he said into his empty locker as he dug in the debris for his cigarrette case. "I hate you ... so ... much." He found his cigarrette case, shut his locker and stoed the little silver coffin in an inner pocket.
Two minutes later, he passed Eric and Angel near the bathroom he intended to use. Without a word, he entered the bathroom and lit up before he even realized he was sharing the space with Jamal. Thinking himself unobserved, he hopped up and sat on the counter and drew deep on his Cigarillo, the toes of his combat boots barely touching the floor.
Galon jumped when his company made himself known. He was about to stand and face the football player, but seeing as he was taller when sitting on the counter, he thought better of it and stayed where he was. Jamal would prove to be superior in a physical confrontation, he knew as he took in his greater size and more visible muscle tone. He looked bemusedly at the smoke eminating from the cuff of the jocks pants, then back up to his face.
"And you're a Spartan, I presume?" he asked casually, though inner alarmbells had begun to sound, imploring him to just walk away.
At the word "Emo", all of Galon's selfrestraint vanished. He took a drag on his smoke and seemed to consider. It was long enough for reason to make a feble case against opening his mouth again, but he didn't think.
"Those words mean plenty to me," he said, locking eyes with his offender. "It means that I am standing face to face with someone who has built a reputation for jumping all over a bunch of sweaty guys, trying to get a ball from them. Goodness me, and I thought the queers were from Athens."
Cringing at the sight of the jock's rippling muscles exposed when the sleeves had gone up, but being pushed by his pride and hatred of being mistaken for emo, he slid from the counter, his boots thudding as they hit the floor. The top of his head barely came up to Jamal's mouth, so he had to step back and look up to make eye contact.
"Who's whining?" he spat, letting his own smoke fall to the floor without even realizing it. He even failed to notice the smoke that was now swirling around their ankles from Jamal's pants. "There's only one faggot in this room, and I think it's the one who gets his kicks physically tangling with other guys." His mouth was on autopilot, his brain was horrified at the things it had failed to stifle and his body posatively ached in frightened anticipation of a blow.
For one crazy second, Galon thought he himself was responsible for the fire. Spontaneous flames erupting from the legs of his adversary was possibly a power that he hadn't known about? Now to finish it. He stepped up to the stooped jock and was gearing up to kick him when he remembered the cigarrette he, Jamal, had dropped before.
Without knowing why he suddenly wanted to help, he quickly stepped back, stripped off his trench coat and tossed it at Jamal in hopes that it would help smuther the fire. He had miscalculated, however, and instead threw the coat over Jamal's head, completely hiding the front of him from view.
Angel slapped Eric's arm lightly and replied,"No you dumbass. One, I obviously won the argument because I'm here with you, and two she said some very hurtful things to me."
Angel had slid her hand down so she was holding hands with him. Now, this is what she needed. A good, stable relationship with the boy she knew she was supposed to be with. Angel was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard a whole lot of noise come from the boy's bathroom, where Eric had been previously.
Regretfully letting go of Eric's hand, she looked back and said,"Shouldn't you really go check that out baby? Maybe it's your friend whatshisname. I can wait out here for you."
Surprise gave way to helplessness, then to panic. He looked from the smoking black mass that was his coat over Jamal, to the door, back to Jamal, then wrenched the door open and bolted from the room. Again, he passed Angel, this time not even seeing her. He only saw empty hall ahead of him. "Oof!"
He grunted as he collided with Eric's back. Then realizing his mistake, he took several steps back. His thoughts were a blur, but he was rational enough not to want to tempt fate twice within the hour.
Angel giggled when Eric lightly slapped her ass. Smirking she said,"Way to be subtle, eh Eric?" She walked down the hall slowly, still a little worried about Jamal. It had smelled a little smoky in there, maybe something was on fire.
Then, a cloud of smoke went right past her. Was that Galon? She couldn't help coughing, she had breathed in the smoke as he passed her. God this hurt, finally managing to stop she noticed that it was actually Galon, and he had run into Eric.
Galon turned to Angel, thankful for an excuse to look away from Eric, but still frazzled at what had just happened. "The jock ... and his (splutter) ... pants and his cigarrette was ... and my jacket ..." Several half-formed words wrestled out of his mouth, sounding like jibberish and doing nothing for the way he looked. Now almost clear of smoke, he was visible. Without his trench coat, he looked smaller somehow. Now in only his loose fitting bondage pants and a black shirt with a cartoon skeleton on the front, his slim body was shaking with suppressed coughing. Sweat was forming on his brow to run down his face, cutting tracks through his makeup and exposing the slightly darker, almost tan skin beneath. His hair was an unruly mess. ... And he still wore little traces of lipstick. In short, he looked like a frightened child.
He tried to speak again. "The guy's smoke ... burn ..." He spluttered again, and finally shot out the single Anglo-Saxon sound he resorted to when all others failed him. "FUCK!" This was directed at the football player he had just run into. He jestured back up the hall at the bathroom door. Smoke hadn't begun to come through the crack between door and floor yet, but he knew it could only be a matter of time.
He looked so depressing. Yet here was cold-hearted Angel, showing her sympathetic side. Shaking her head from this thoughts, she sighed loudly. For some reason she had the unexplainable urge to just hug him, keep him in her arms till his coughing ended.
Angel made sure Eric was distracted before she went over to Galon and lightly swept the soot from his cheeks. "Are you okay?"
His eyes closed in frustration. He hated not being able to make people understand him, especially in situations like these. For a few moments, he just stood there collecting himself, enjoying the soothing touch on his face.
Finally, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Angel standing closer to him than was normal. He looked past her at Eric. "I don't know why I ran. It was a stupid thing to do. I could've run into someone else. My point is your friend is in the bathroom and he's in trouble. We have to help him." It was erie, the calm he was now conducting himself with when he had been spouting nonsense a minute before. It frightened him.
He reached up and took Angel's hand without even realizing he had done so until it was gripped in his own. For a moment he held it. Then, true to form, he brought her hand from his face down to her side and released it. "Thank you." he said, eyes on his boots.
OOC: Yes please. Bring our Rachel back to us. And sorry about my last post. I didn't see your latest one with the teacher.
IC:
Galon's face fell further as the teacher showed herself. He looked up quickly though to try and explain himself, when he saw Jamal exit the bathroom. Relief and dread swept through him at the same time. He was all right ... and he was probably not too happy at the moment.
Ooc; I'll just play off of both posts. And make a little teacher action.
Angel stopped herself from smiling as he held her hand. Immediatly pulling away she uttered a low,"Whatever." What was she doing, she thought to herself, this could kill her social status and Eric was near. Angel was just about to walk over to Eric when she first, saw Jamal stumble into the room just as smoky as Galon had been, and, then, saw the teacher, her arms crossed over her chest.
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"What's going on here?" the teacher asked slowly.
There were two ash-covered boys in the hall, Eric, and that little slut Angel who was always flirting in her class rather then reading. Well, whoever yelled was off to the principal's office.
"Who yelled it?" Susu asked, or as she was known by the children, Mrs. Hurley.
Since the beginning of organized education, the one thing that united students (regardless of social status and labels) was the presence of authority. Galon hoped against hope that such would be the case here. With a look of inocence that made him look more odd than before, he addressed the teacher.
"Yelled what?" he asked.
Angel looked at Galon, exasperated. Did she have to do everything around here?
"Mrs. Hurley we just entered the hall, I don't know what you are talking about, but I saw some people run through as we entered. They're probably far away by now."
Angel twisted a strand of hair around her finger. Pushing out her chest a little she said slowly,"I promise, we didn't see anything." Obviously Mrs. Hurley had a liking for girls, she had drooled over the many ones in her science class before.
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The teachers words were cut off as she stared at Angel's nice tits. So round and full, she just wanted to... Oh! She had to get out of here, it was just so tempting.
"Okay hon- Angel. I'll be sure to alert the principal that there are some troublemakers about. Feel free to go about your business." She then walked back into the classroom, closing the door quickly.
Galon took up the chore of dusting the ash from his front while indulging in thoughts probably very similar to Mrs. Hurley's. He was simultaneously enthralled with Angel's beauty and disgusted at her for every joke, every belittling, every devious thing he had ever witnessed her at.
"I was just going to say I sneezed," he said, not making eye contact with her lest the more formidable Eric get possessive over her. "It would seem that your method was more successful than mine would've been though. Good job."
Using Jamal as an excuse to look away from the other two, he turned and called up the hall, keeping his voice down so as not to alert another teacher. "You okay, Sparta?"
"Indeed it did. Then again, I thought it was glaringly obvious that she would do anything for a hot girl," Angel smiled devishly.
She had just noticed Jamal for the first time since the teacher incident. "Hey, are you okay Jamal? It looks like you got really sooty in the fire." For a second she looked at him, concerned, but then she turned back to Galon.
Still with his back to Angel and Eric, he scrutinized Jamal while the distance between them was still safe. "Things were about to get a little heavy between us," he said. "but instead they got hot. Personally, it was never cancer that I was frightened of, it was people who aren't careful."
Camille one of Angels "lackeys" followed behind her. She normally stayed quiet unless Angel asked her a question. She was a beautiful girl who hid all her beauty so as not to upstage her "leader", Angel. As the group talked she twirled her hair around slowly going into la-la land