1x1 with tabby-chan

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the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

Quinn had frozen solid when the brutes held him in place, rather than fighting to escape his little cage. It would be pointless, he was weaker than them. His stomach twisted when Amelia slowly pranced over, then snatched his drink from his hands. Oh no. The diet coke was now dripping off of his hair, onto the ground and his shirt. Quinnely's eyes widened in shock, fingers digging into the table's surface. Did she really just humiliate him like that? She was a Queen Bee, she had the authority, obviously. Quinn took a deep, shaky breath as the entire table erupted into laughter, even Luka. The fact that his old friend was laughing at crushed his insides and strangely made his head hurt. He glanced up at the dark haired boy, what looked like distrust flashing in his sea green eyes. This couldn't be happening. As Ian leaned close and whispered, a twinge of anger took over the boy. No, he hadn't learned his place. Quinn held the inhale in his lungs, and slowly, his body moving on its own, shook his head like a wet dog. The diet coke sprayed onto the jocks around him, but more importantly, splattered onto Luka's shirt and Amelia's designer clothes. He didn't wait for reactions, he hurried away from the table, straight to the bathrooms.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Luka, if they were still best friends, would have high-fived Quinn for that stunt. He hadn't said anything, yet, by shaking out the diet coke like a wet dog, he had said so much. However, Ian and Amelia were not as pleased as he was with this defiance. Not in the slightest. Of course, the queen bee was more focused on her stained cheer uniform than the fact that Quinn hadn't learned his place. (And right before the welcoming ceremony. How tragic.) But Ian was absolutely fuming, jaw tight and fists clenched at his sides. All the while, the werewolf couldn't stop snickering. His girlfriend let out a frustrated squeal, stomping her foot down on the ground, glaring at him, and rushing off to the bathroom to clean her shirt. The other cheerleaders, her minions, shot him a hostile look as well and were right on her tail. Oh he was going to hear about this for the rest of the year.
-----Luka's amusement came to an end only a couple of chuckles later. Ian turned on him. "I think you should be the one to beat the crap out of the new kid." And it wasn't a request. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. The blonde had done that on purpose. This was clearly an attempt to crush any ideas about helping Quinn that Luka may have. "You want me to beat him up?... W-when?" He didn't want to. But beating up Quinn.... He knew he had to. "All we're gonna do is give him a black eye and a couple bruises... You're not too chicken are you?"

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
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much, kid

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the teen had scrambled into the bathroom and was now running a paper towel through his hair, muttering curses under his breath. perfect. the diet coke wasn't drying yet, and it made his hair sticky and clump together. He splashed some water onto his locks, then attempted to dry it again. a mountain of diet coke soaked towels lay crumpled on the counter. Quinn decided he'd clean it up as much as possible, then throw his beanie back on and hope for the best. He could feel his eyes stinging, and mentally cursed himself for being a wuss. his 'best friend' was now a popular, and he'd have to learn to avoid him as much as possible. that terrible ache set in his chest again, and his head pounded painfully. this wasn't fair. why couldn't he have friends that didn't stab him in the back, a nice lover, and good grades? was that too much to ask of the world? apparently so. Quinn leaned forward and placed his elbows on the counter, taking a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his head held in his hands. this was going to be a long, long school year if he didn't make friends fast. "This is stupid." Quinnely muttered, looking himself over in the mirror. His green-blue hues gazed right back. That light brown hair looked like a damp mess, and the blood had drained from his face, leaving him pale and a little dizzy. He held the side of the counter in his fingers, grasping so hard his knuckles had turned white and his fingers were starting to ache.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Once the whole business with Quinn was “over” and the cafeteria had “calmed” back down, the annoying ring of the bell signalled that it was time for the welcome back ceremony. Students filed into the gymnasium and took their seats. The jocks were on the top row of the bleachers, the best seats in the house, so they could get a good view of the cheerleaders, their girlfriends. The other kids didn’t even object or try to sit near them. They didn’t want to be the populars’ next victim. Not after what happened at lunch today. Honestly, it would be a miracle if Quinn could even talk to someone for five seconds, now that he was considered a danger. And the chance of him actually gaining some friends?... Slim to none.
-----As the werewolf always did, Luka was pretending to care, offering Amelia a weak smile when she waved up at him. God he hated her. He would kill his father for making him go through with this marriage. Letting a light sigh escape his mouth, he chanced a hurried glance at the door. He felt much better when his old, childhood buddy and imprintee was in his line of sight. And he was hoping the other guys would leave him alone for once. It was bad enough that they were making him beat Quinn up.

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

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Quinn had made his way towards the welcoming ceremony, and was now walking in the door, his shoulders slumped forward and head down. His day kept getting worse and worse. After seeing Luka for the first time in six years, a little spark of hope had lit in his chest. Unfortunately it'd been spat and stomped on, leaving him with a deep pit of dread in his chest. Quinnley's turquoise gaze drifted, searching the crowd for nothing in particular, that is, until he saw the dark haired boy up in the bleachers. Their eyes met for a moment, and Quinn's steps faltered. He couldn't exactly read the other boy's expression, but something about his face made the butterflies in his stomach come back. Another shivering ache of sadness spread from his chest out wards, and this time he could feel it in his limbs as he tore his gaze away from Luka, his head drooping and a hand reaching up to rub his shoulder. The kid decided to just stay by the doors instead of finding a seat, sliding down the wall to sit on the tiled gym floor, pulling his knees up to his chest.

(Ehhh I don't know what to post >w< sorry for being boring, heh. You can make somethin' happen if you'd like)

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----The bell, which Luka had been dreading all day, finally sounded. If he was feeling this bad, how anxious was Quinn right now? He didn’t even want to think about it. Instead, he focused on the one, slim sliver of hope he had left: Ian might want to beat his friend up rather than have the werewolf do it for him. The duration of the walk to his position, Luka repeated that thought over and over again in his head. Maybe. Hopefully.
-----The other populars hadn’t bothered wasting their time getting books out of their locker, they had rushed right to the back of the building and were waiting for him. All except Ian and Kyle. Those two were at the front entrance, up against the building on either side of the door and hidden from sight as they waited for their prey. The moment he walked out, he’d be snatched up and dragged back here. Ian would run his mouth. And then... Luka would have to sever the ties the best he could. It’s for Quinn’s overall safety. Hanging around a werewolf is a danger to him. It’s for Quinn. It’s for his own well-being. His attempts to convince himself were actually helpful. Luka could do it if they wanted him to. It was for Quinn’s own good... right?

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

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Quinn had grabbed his skateboard from his locker and was now walking towards the front doors, his anxiety dulled now that he had more on his mind than Ian and Luka. Teachers and homework were his concern at the moment, though he hadn't gotten any, he'd be getting some soon. The teen's shoes squeaked on the ground as he walked, the beanie pulled over his hair, which looked normal now. No more diet coke seemed to be stuck in his locks anymore. His phone was tucked safely in the back pocket of his bag. Maybe his mom was at work, and he'd be able to blast music throughout the house. Or have a peaceful night on the back deck. Looking up from the ground, Quinn spotted a certain blond haired brute and his friend standing by the doors, eyes raking the ground like hawks looking for prey. Oh no. Quinn quickly tried to back up, but the jocks had most likely already seen him.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Ian’s eyes immediately flashed to the smaller, retreating male. Oh good. Their fresh meat was right on time. Before Quinn could make it any farther away or, even worse, bolt in the opposite direction, the populars swooped into action. Kyle grabbed his left arm, and Ian snatched up his right, the boy’s skateboard clattering onto the tiled floor. “Didn’t even have to wait that long for ya. Gooood boooy.” As if it weren’t bad enough that they were going to beat Quinn to a pulp, Ian felt the need to talk down to him like he was a dog. “Now listen here ya little mutt. It’s only the end of the first day of school, and we’re sick of your crappy attitude. We’re sick of those smart ass remarks. We’re sick of you, and we’re.... well, not us. Luka. He’s going to beat some sense into you.”
-----After that point, the two let the silence drag out as they practically carried him around to the back of the building. There, a circle of populars had formed: both jocks and cheerleaders. Amelia was most definitely present, the devilish look on her face hard to miss. “Hey Quinny bear. Bout time you got what you deserved. You ruined my cheer uniform! I looked like a loser at that ceremony!” Any hint of her sickeningly sweet tone she had used at lunch was now gone. And ‘Quinny Bear’ was thrown roughly into the middle as the muscular brutes took their own positions, filling the empty spaces so that he couldn’t run away. “You can go ahead and try to fight Luka, but I suggest you just curl into the fetal position and beg for mercy. He can best Ian in a fight, so a squirt like you has no chance.” Kyle muttered cruelly, his ugly mug even more distorted by a sadistic grin.

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quinnely
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Quinn squeaked as he was grabbed roughly by the arms, and tried to squirm away, but the brutes were much too strong. He was dragged around the back of the building, his heart battering in his chest as he was thrown to the ground in front of a flock of populars. Quinn winced as he hit the ground, but quickly pushed himself to his feet his green eyes hovering over the group to find Luka. He was going to hurt him? But...Quinn didn't mess with Luka. He'd been friendly, even. Is this punishment for just talking to him? The teen found his hands to be shaking, so he fiddled with his coat sleeve nervously, hoping the others wouldn't noticed. Quinn wished he could just shrink into a ball and never be seen again. Getting beaten by Ian wouldn't be as horrible as getting bullied by his best friend. His eyes settled on the dark haired boy, and he took a step back, fear flickering in his turquoise hues. He wouldn't. Would he? Amelia's words seemed a million miles away as his senses all focused on the other boy. He had a brief memory of him and the male playing together when they were 9, climbing the trees in the forest. Quinn had lost his grip and fallen off of a branch. He started crying since his arm got a scratch, and Luka had hurried over and wiped the blood off his limb and giggled and called him butterfingers. Funny. Now it wouldn't be Luka comforting him, it'd be Luka doing the damage.

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((Sorry I kind of powerplayed a bit since it’s a fight scene, and Quinn is much weaker than Luka. :/ Let me know if you want me to change something.))

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-----Well. That time of the day. Quinn was cornered and visibly nervous, if not scared senseless. His friend always had been easy to spook. It’s for his own good, Luka. For his own good. With one last pep talk, the werewolf took an intimidating step forward, face void of any emotion and arms crossed over his chest as if he were unimpressed by what he saw. “Oh come on! You’re not even going to try to stand up for yourself!? You have all those sarcastic, smart ass remarks, and you can’t even back ‘em up. Quinn, you’re a pathetic, little runt, that can’t take care of himself.”
-----It was too late to back out now. Luka’s mindset had already switched over to his training to become alpha. There, he was always required to be merciless, strict, and emotionless, so desensitizing himself to beat up his best friend was quite simple. He hardly even felt a thing as he lifted Quinn off the ground by the collar of his shirt and nailed him in the eye. Lie number 4,326. In reality, Luka experienced pain and a lot of it. When he had hit Quinnely in the eye and threw him back down to the ground, the werewolf had felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in his head. It was maddening, really. Every landed kick caused him more pain. Yet, Luka continued on, repeatedly striking his old friend in the rib cage, arms, and stomach (basically, whatever the boy wasn’t shielding well enough and could be hit).
-----The other populars were still screaming for him to keep going, unless the shy boy begged for mercy. But the pain... it was frustrating Luka immensely. And in that frustration, the impact of the hits just kept getting harder and rougher the longer it went on. Even Ian and Kyle could tell that they needed to stop Luka, yanking him away from the smaller student. The dark haired male had gotten in a good hit to the eye and about ten to twelve kicks before the boys had stopped the fight.