1x1 with tabby-chan

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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(nah, it's fine c: we can timeskip after my post?)

Quinn was startled as the kidnapper muttered his name; well, kind of muttered. he obviously was going to say it though. things clicked into place, and he cursed himself for not realizing it earlier. that stupid dark haired dork had carried him home, and covered his eyes so he couldn't see him. he knew where the keys were. he knew Quinn would crash on the side of the road. as the heard the "kidnapper" walk out, telling Quinn where his bag was being set, he reached up and tugged off the beanie. He'd been set down on the bed, the glass taken and placed on the bedside table, the frozen food in hand for his eye. he cared.

he cared. he'd picked him up in his arms and carried him home, despite beating him up himself. confusion swirled in his head, taking over his thoughts. why? he pressed the cold package against his eye with a gentle sigh, relief flooding his body from head to toe. it was only Luka. what a strange boy.

[foxes800]

((Sure c:))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----By the time Luka had gotten to his own house, the sun had already set, and he had already exhausted himself with all the shifts. So the next morning he ended up sleeping straight through his alarm. Scott was the one who had to lure him out of bed by dangling a piece of bacon above his face. The older male leaned back against the wall with a smug grin, watching Luka in his mad scramble to get ready. “Damn. Mrs. Sumptor will kill me if I’m late!” Swearing under his breath, the boy threw on a shirt as he shot out the front door and climbed into his car. “Bye guys! Thanks, Scott!” At least he wasn’t in a horrible mood, despite having to drive like an insane maniac to get to class on time. Being that close to Quinn without any populars (or his parents) noticing, if only for an hour, had been wonderful. And nothing was going to bring him down today.
-----Once he had arrived at school, Luka didn’t waste time going to his locker. He had literally one minute before the English teacher would have his head. Unfortunately, as he skidded into the classroom the bell rang and the cruel, sixty year old woman turned her sharp, beady eyes over to him. “How nice of you to join us, Mr. Ryals. I see you’re starting off the new year with another detention.” Never mind. This was definitely going to bring him down today. Detention after school. “Sorry, Mrs. Sumptor,” he grumbled in response, heading to the only open seat left in the room. Well damn. His parents were going to kill him. And it didn’t help as Kyle leaned over and began to tease him about it. “Shut it, Kyle.” His tone was none too friendly.

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quinnely
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they stick, you're
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much, kid

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Quinn had slept like crap. the pain of his injuries and thoughts of Luka kept him up all night, tossing and turning with only three hours of shut eye. Luckily his alarm had woken him in time, and he dragged himself into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. The sight in the mirror surprised him and sent dread curling in his stomach. A dark purple bruise had formed below his right eye, and a scratch on his jaw was visible from where a shoe had cut into his skin. He raised his arms and saw bruises scattered here and there. Lifting his shirt revealed a painful looking purple and blue spot where he'd been punched. ouch. With a heavy sigh, he pulled on a fresh grey tee shirt and a white jacket, jeans, and worn out grey converse. His green-blue eyes looked tired and had dark circles under them. Quinn's hair was a mess so he ran a comb through it and threw on a maroon beanie.

Out of the house (his parents had left to work without a word, luckily not seeing his battered face), skateboarding down to school, and walking in the front doors seemed to take no time at all, like he wasn't controlling his own body, just watching another person move. He slipped into Mrs.Sumptor's room, and took a seat, crossing his arms and placing his head on them since he had time to kill.

Soon class started, and Quinnely found himself wondering why Luka wasn't here. He soon rushed in late, scooting to the back of the room. Quinn grit his teeth and tilted his head in the other direction, a weird rush of anxiety coming over him at the sight of the other boy. So far his year was too stressful. He remembered the sound of his voice and the arms scooping him up and carrying him home. That stupid boy had dragged him through the house and up into his room so he wouldn't have to dizzily stumble around the home to get to his bed. The question of why still hung in his mind.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----As soon as Kyle and the others stopped teasing the werewolf and realized that he wasn’t going to respond to their questioning texts, Luka finally received a break. He assumed a position much like Quinn was in right now, arms on the table and head resting against them. One glance over to the boy he’d carried home last night, and it was plain as day that Quinnely was as exhausted as he was. The pair both had dark circles under their eyes, and the only major difference was the bruise under the other male’s right eye and the cut along his jaw. He’d really done some damage, hadn’t he?
Luka didn’t realize that he’d been staring until Mrs. Sumptor stormed over to the two and his attention was ripped away from Quinn and over to her. “Boys! It would do you both some good to have a little respect for the great writers. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t fall asleep during my class. I’ll be seeing you both in detention today.” Giving a satisfied nod at her own little rant, she headed back to the chalk board to ramble some more information off. “Well now we’re both in trouble with the old hag. Probably my fault though, she despised me.”

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quinnely
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Quinn had tilted his head just enough to see those bright golden brown eyes glancing over at him from the corner of his vision. Luka's turn to stare. He had gotten a good beating, the dark bruise on his cheekbone questionable to the teachers. Abusive parents? Bullies? Running into trees? He'd probably get questioned. Instead, he got detention for nearly falling asleep. Fantastic. Now that his plans to go home and hit the hay were spoiled, he was officially in a bad mood. The teen slouched in his seat, tilting his head up to glare at the chalkboard. This was dumb. Luka's remark made nothing better. He opened his mouth to reply, then remembered that he probably shouldn't be talking to the dark haired boy. The brutes would find a way to publicly humiliate him again. Quinn simply turned his head in the opposite direction so he wouldn't have to look at Luka. "No, teachers have a natural hate for me, too. Guess we both earned this one." he murmured, his voice sounding even more timid then usual.

[foxes800]

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-----Luka had to remind himself that Quinn didn’t know he’d carried him home last night. So he couldn’t just start acting all nice again, especially not in front of everyone else. It was better this way. “Yeah. You’re horrible luck strikes again.” He mumbled in reply, focusing his attention back on Kyle, Ian, and Alex. How on earth didn’t they get in trouble!? They were throwing a freaking football across the room to each other. Mrs. Sumptor really was a blind old bat, except whenever students she hated misbehaved. Not that he hadn’t given her a reason to despise him.
-----The werewolf, for once, didn’t fall asleep during the lesson. One reason was because Mrs. Sumptor would add another day to his detention. And another was because Amelia wouldn’t stop texting him. Risking a quick glance down to his phone, which was hidden under the desk, Luka read over the obnoxious message. It was overwhelmed with stupid smiley faces and was about what she wanted him to wear to go along with her outfit for the party. Well guess what he wouldn’t end up doing. Coordinating outfits. What was he to her? Some doll to dress up?
-----The moment the bell rang, the group of populars shot out of their seats and collected their belongings. Kyle sauntered on over, talking one good, long look at Quinnely’s messed up face and started laughing hysterically. “Maybe next time you should fight back, little wimp... By the way, nice job teaching him his lesson, Luka. Bet he won’t even look at ya.” He was far more amused than either of the two other boys were.

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quinnely
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they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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the complete shift in Luka's mood surprised him, going from relatively friendly to solemn in seconds, all due to one sentence leaving Quinn's mouth. Confused, he glanced over at the boy, allowing himself a peek at his face again. The male certainly interested him, and Quinn held back a few questions that surfaced. Looking at him felt wrong, like he was breaking some sort of rule, his features off limits to the other boy's eyes. He finally focused on the lesson and the cranky old blind teacher who obviously didn't see the game of football happening at the back of her class. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into ten, and soon the bell rang and they were dismissed. Quinn's right side (ehh I think it's his right too lazy to go check) had started to ache, but he said nothing about it and simply got out of his chair, muscles screaming in disagreement. The idiotic blond lumbered over, an immense smirk stretched over his face. A heavy sigh brushed past Quinn's lips as he slung his bag over his shoulder, not quite as amused as Ian was. "I'll keep that in mind next time I fight a boy who's bigger than me." he grumbled, turning to walk out the door and away from the two other males.

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((Okay this took forever. I kept getting distracted by Troyler videos and tweets and just everything. x3))

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-----Oh no. Here we go again. The tone Quinn had used to reply to Ian hadn't been polite, and Luka was smart enough to realize that that meant his pal was going to drag him along after the already bruised and beaten up boy. Bright amber eyes flashed down to the popular’s fists. Clenched. And then back up to his face. Jaw tight and lips pulled back from his teeth in an ugly sneer. Yep. They were definitely following him to his next class. “Hey. Quinny! I don’t believe we’re done talking yet.” Ian just about lept at the new kid, shoving him up against the lockers. “If we have to make every day of your senior year a living hell, we will. So you’d better learn some manners before it gets ya killed.” Guess Ian didn’t understand how much of a hypocrite he was. With one more yank forward and rough shove into the hard, locker door, the blond reluctantly released his grip, turned on his heels, and stomped away.
-----“For Pete’s sake, Quinn. Shut up already. We’ll just corner and beat you. I don’t know why you’re practically seeking out the torture.” Arms crossing over his muscular chest, the werewolf paused, his scrutinizing gaze now settling on his old friend. What was he going to do with this boy? He hardly had any muscle to defend himself, and he just kept asking for it. One long, exasperated sigh later and Luka had given up thinking about that and was headed in the other direction. Off to science class.

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quinnely
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Getting launched into a locker didn't exactly help with his bruises, especially when the back of his head was slammed into the metal. Ian's threats were starting to worry him less and less, despite knowing that the blond would drag him out to the back of the school and beat him if he didn't cooperate. Biting his tongue to keep himself from talking back, he wanted until Ian pranced off to push himself off of the lockers, a hand going up to press gently on the back of his head. Luka's voice made him look up immediately, and his blue hues flashed with anger. What was going on with him? Quinn was struggling to figure out his own emotions towards the kid. He wanted to be close to him, he wanted to laugh with him and tease him and ruffle his hair and be friends again. At the same time, he was afraid of the dark haired boy, due to his black eye. He was willing to hurt him. Quinn's gaze followed Luka down the hall as he walked off to science class. With a sigh, he turned and trudged off to art class.

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((I’m going to skip through the next lessons to lunch since no one is in Quinn’s art class to interact with him.))

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-----The brief flash of anger in that vibrant, blue gaze hadn’t been lost on Luka. Quite the opposite. It was all he could think about during science and the next couple of classes. Wonderful. Even Quinnely, one of the last people whose opinions mattered to the werewolf, was disappointed in him. This year would be a blast, especially since he couldn’t stop treating his pal like crap or it could wind up getting the boy killed.
-----As the hours dragged by, Luka cared less and less (if that was even humanly possible.) But when it seemed like school couldn’t get anymore horrific, a break came along. The teachers finally released the students from their evil clutches, and it was time for lunch. Pulling himself up and into the cafeteria, Luka was soon joined by the other populars. Amelia included. “Hey Lukie Poo? Where’s the lil pup you pulverized? I vote we get everyone to ignore him. What do ya think? Hm? Hm? Hm?” The queen bee elbowed him in the side with her boney elbow, repeating this process over and over again until he became fed up and had to reply. “Okay!” Luka snapped. He had to force himself to take the tone down a notch when he saw the hurt look on her face. She was a professional at faking pain, but he couldn’t bear that face. Stupid puppy dog eyes. “Fine. How do you intend to get people to ignore Quinn? Going to spread another rumor?” “I already did! Aren’t you excited!? Ian threatened people to get them to ignore the new kid, and I told everyone he was gay!” This time it was his turn for anger to flash through his amber eyes. He couldn't stand how many homophobes were in this town.