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The silent atmosphere of the library remained constant until boredom began to ensue.
"This is such crap. People can go crazy just being jailed in like this!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Jail, seems to be in your future," Val responded coldly.
"What did you say Barbie?" Jamie questioned, evidently annoyed.
He disliked her more now than this morning-if that was possible, after witnessing Caitie's emotional turmoil.
"Don't talk to me like that!" she replied in shock.
Jamie scoffed. "Not used to it princess?"
"Shut up Waite," Tyler commanded in a firm tone.
Jamie looked at Tyler. He rose instinctively, accepting the unspoken challenge. Hank and Caitie observed the developing conflict.
"Are you going to make me?" Jamie asked.
"Yeah. I am."
"Listen, you don't want to fight me." He ran his fingers through his dark hair.
Tyler took off his J.V. jacket and hung it carefully on the chair. "Why is that?"
Jamie, finding his stupidity hilarious laughed. "Because, I will hurt you."
"Bullshit. You're all talk. All you have is that mouth and a stupid image," Tyler commented as he focused his attention on Jamie.
"All talk?" Jamie took out a pocketknife from his leather jacket and extracted the blade.
"Listen guys, stop it. Fighting won't resolve anything," Hank objected. "Be cool," he added, his tone being more pleading than forceful.
"Stay out of this Hank," Tyler replied. He had about enough. "It'll be simple. No weapons, except for my fist. I hit you and you'll hit the floor."
"I'm telling you, this is somewhere you don't want to go," Jamie warned.
"I bet you've never even been in a fight."
"Are you going to run a football play on me? Tackle me like a stupid football player would? Never been in a fight?" Jamie lifted up his black shirt exposing his abdomen.
A long scar was visible, running across his stomach. Hank looked at the fairly new scar from afar, and silently accessed the damage. It was probable that some type of blade caused the injury.
Jamie glared at Tyler, noticing his hesitation. "Look at it. Too ugly for you? You try being cut during a fight. It took fifteen stitches. Look at it! You think this is bad? You should see the other guy. Personally, I don't want to send another person to the hospital. You're not worth it," Jamie stated angrily. He was sick of people trying to provoke him.
Tyler remained still.
"Never been a fight," Jamie muttered as he took his seat. Caitie watched concerned.
Anger still arising in Jamie, he slammed the table with his fist. He rose up from his chair and kicked the table. He picked up his chair and threw it aside. Jamie angrily punched the wall with his fist. It took a lot of effort to decline a challenge, especially from a jock. He wanted to punch his face in but knew that it would cause more trouble than it was worth. He continued to hit the wall with extreme force.
"You shouldn't have done that," Val whispered. Tyler nodded. He in no way anticipated such a reaction.
Caitie immediately followed Jamie.
"Jamie stop," she pleaded. He let out a frustrated sigh. His hand was numb from the pain.
"Your hand!" Caitie exclaimed. "Let me look at it." She gently took his hand in hers. Blood crept out from his weathered knuckles. "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay."
"Don't let him get to you like that. He's not worth it."
Jamie nodded. Caitie led Jamie back to his seat. She picked up the chair that was tossed into the aisle as Jamie straightened the desk.
Hank wanted to take a look at Jamie's injury but decided to keep quiet, given that Caitie calmed him down. Jamie didn't seem to be severely hurt. Secretly, Hank didn't want to provoke another angry episode.
Caitie opened her messenger bag and took out a black bandana. She took his injured hand and wrapped it carefully. "That should be better."
Jamie looked at Caitie. She barely knew him and already she showed more concern for him than anyone else in his life. "Thanks. Sorry I lost it. People like that, they just get to me."
"They get to me too," Caitie admitted.
Carlson entered the library barely missing the intense events that previously occurred. "It's lunch time."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, I try to post often to make up for it! Please review!
Thanks MM!
The silent atmosphere of the library remained constant until boredom began to ensue.
"This is such crap. People can go crazy just being jailed in like this!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Jail, seems to be in your future," Val responded coldly.
"What did you say Barbie?" Jamie questioned, evidently annoyed.
He disliked her more now than this morning-if that was possible, after witnessing Caitie's emotional turmoil.
"Don't talk to me like that!" she replied in shock.
Jamie scoffed. "Not used to it princess?"
"Shut up Waite," Tyler commanded in a firm tone.
Jamie looked at Tyler. He rose instinctively, accepting the unspoken challenge. Hank and Caitie observed the developing conflict.
"Are you going to make me?" Jamie asked.
"Yeah. I am."
"Listen, you don't want to fight me." He ran his fingers through his dark hair.
Tyler took off his J.V. jacket and hung it carefully on the chair. "Why is that?"
Jamie, finding his stupidity hilarious laughed. "Because, I will hurt you."
"Bullshit. You're all talk. All you have is that mouth and a stupid image," Tyler commented as he focused his attention on Jamie.
"All talk?" Jamie took out a pocketknife from his leather jacket and extracted the blade.
"Listen guys, stop it. Fighting won't resolve anything," Hank objected. "Be cool," he added, his tone being more pleading than forceful.
"Stay out of this Hank," Tyler replied. He had about enough. "It'll be simple. No weapons, except for my fist. I hit you and you'll hit the floor."
"I'm telling you, this is somewhere you don't want to go," Jamie warned.
"I bet you've never even been in a fight."
"Are you going to run a football play on me? Tackle me like a stupid football player would? Never been in a fight?" Jamie lifted up his black shirt exposing his abdomen.
A long scar was visible, running across his stomach. Hank looked at the fairly new scar from afar, and silently accessed the damage. It was probable that some type of blade caused the injury.
Jamie glared at Tyler, noticing his hesitation. "Look at it. Too ugly for you? You try being cut during a fight. It took fifteen stitches. Look at it! You think this is bad? You should see the other guy. Personally, I don't want to send another person to the hospital. You're not worth it," Jamie stated angrily. He was sick of people trying to provoke him.
Tyler remained still.
"Never been a fight," Jamie muttered as he took his seat. Caitie watched concerned.
Anger still arising in Jamie, he slammed the table with his fist. He rose up from his chair and kicked the table. He picked up his chair and threw it aside. Jamie angrily punched the wall with his fist. It took a lot of effort to decline a challenge, especially from a jock. He wanted to punch his face in but knew that it would cause more trouble than it was worth. He continued to hit the wall with extreme force.
"You shouldn't have done that," Val whispered. Tyler nodded. He in no way anticipated such a reaction.
Caitie immediately followed Jamie.
"Jamie stop," she pleaded. He let out a frustrated sigh. His hand was numb from the pain.
"Your hand!" Caitie exclaimed. "Let me look at it." She gently took his hand in hers. Blood crept out from his weathered knuckles. "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay."
"Don't let him get to you like that. He's not worth it."
Jamie nodded. Caitie led Jamie back to his seat. She picked up the chair that was tossed into the aisle as Jamie straightened the desk.
Hank wanted to take a look at Jamie's injury but decided to keep quiet, given that Caitie calmed him down. Jamie didn't seem to be severely hurt. Secretly, Hank didn't want to provoke another angry episode.
Caitie opened her messenger bag and took out a black bandana. She took his injured hand and wrapped it carefully. "That should be better."
Jamie looked at Caitie. She barely knew him and already she showed more concern for him than anyone else in his life. "Thanks. Sorry I lost it. People like that, they just get to me."
"They get to me too," Caitie admitted.
Carlson entered the library barely missing the intense events that previously occurred. "It's lunch time."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, I try to post often to make up for it! Please review!
Thanks MM!