ｆｏｒｍ ! ! ! wrote:ｔｈｅ ｂａｒｅ ｂｏｎｅｓ wrote:username: Fernathy
kit name: Kaden
kit gender: m
themes used: forgiveness,
jealousy,
experience
(used "wheel decide" to choose which ones. in this exact order tho //weeps time for a challenge les kick it)
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＯＮＥ: I'm over it-- I ｓｗｅａｒ : )──────────────────────────────(ｆｏｒｇｉｖｅｎｅｓｓ)────────────────────────────
"You understand right?" she asked tentatively, biting her lower lip as she always did when she was feeling nervous-- or guilty.
The weight of her words hardly hit him then; he could only nod dumbly and return a smile. "Of course-- yeah, yeah-- I understand."
Nah, it wasn't until she had skipped away to join her new clique did it really start to weigh in.
Was he really that bad?
That she couldn't be seen around him, lest she wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole entire school. He could only wonder what he had done to sully his reputation so, to the point that even his best friend-- his friend ever since they were off their mothers' suckle-- would never want to see him again.
He must be, he really must-- she was the only one who's ever stuck around; it's a miracle that she's stayed this long. He couldn't be mad. She even tried to ween him off slowly-- from the occasional weekend where she claimed to be busy, to the pitied looks she shot at him as he tried to greet her in the hallway, to this. She was trying to be gentle with him-- he had to appreciate that. Yeah,
no, he couldn't be mad. He watched her go with a sad smile playing at the corners of his lips-- if this is what was best for her, then so be it. He could live, he could manage. He only wanted what was best for her, after all.
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＴＷＯ:ｎｏ ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｎｏ ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｎｏ ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ────────────────────────────────(ｊｅａｌｏｕｓｙ)───────────────────────────────
He couldn't keep his teeth from grinding as he caught sight of the group. Happy. Not a care in the world. His nails dug into the terrain-- that had to be the only thing keeping him grounded; the only thing keeping him from lunging at their pretty little necks.
Look at them. Disgusting. What trash.
His gaze was fixed on her in particular. She'd changed her hair. Likely to fit in, no doubt. She hated having it down-- how it got in her eyes, and how it "made it hard to concentrate" and "made her feel dumb." Yes, there was no way this was by her own accord. She'd chop it all off if she had the choice, she's always said. She didn't want this. This wasn't her.
They were poisoning her, surely, but she was too blind to see it.
She turned around then, and they locked eyes. Ah, she must have felt his eyes boring into her skull, boring into the back of her pretty little head-- into the back of that pretty head of hair. Though she stared at him for a second longer than usual this time-- yes he's counted. She normally couldn't spend too long staring in his direction, no, she couldn't even breathe in his direction. Not if she appreciated her reputation. Maybe things were different this time, maybe she'd finally come back and-- ah. It was over far too soon; she quickly turned away, all before any others could catch wind of what had caught her attention so.
He lingered onto the visage of her large, doe-y eyes for a few moments, tucking it away into his memory. All before a deep scowl etched itself onto his already intense features. Go figure. To think she's changed at all.
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＴＨＲＥＥ:It just keeps ｈａｐｐｅｎｉｎｇ────────────────────────────────(ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ)────────────────────────────
He hardly even so much as glanced in her direction as he walked past, but he did make it a point to purposefully brush into her shoulder. Hard. Her eyes widened from the suddeness of the action before shutting them tight, and releasing a pained sigh. A wide range of feelings was visible within them as she opened them again-- pain, regret, frustration. A pool of emotions,
really.
All in which went unnoticed by him.
He'd been snubbed one too many times. Time and time again he was brushed off or ignored by her, chuckled at by her and her friends behind his back-- no longer.
This time he had become the aggressor.
Heh, maybe he should thank her.
It's all due to her that he's grown this way. The amount of times he'd been wishing for her to come back to him, to just be friends with him once more, hell, even just the hope of starting over again-- these hopes have been dashed. Every. Single. Time.
He's grown used to it. Calloused.
Perhaps it's not the healthiest way to cope. To deal with all of the loss and betrayal.
But hey, it works right?
Better than just sticking and dealing with it.
Yeah, he's learned since then.
So now? He fights back.
