1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

(that's fine ovo)

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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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art had brightened Quinn's attitude and made him a little less bitter about his situation. he'd learned about a famous artist, one he'd actually been interested in, and tomorrow they'd be painting a piece in the same style. not that he looked forward to it, but using acrylic paint was somewhat calming to him. packing up his already overstuffed bag, Quinnely Miles sauntered out of the classroom, in no rush to reach the dreaded cafeteria where his bullies awaited. with each step, his mind wandered further and further to yesterday. his 'kidnapper'- no, savior? anonymous angel? whoever it was, he had a itching feeling that it was Luka. who else would have known he was going to pass out on the side of the road? and blindfolded him to make sure he'd have no idea who'd saved him? he'd known where he lived, and tucked him in safely with water and an icepack, then disappeared. it seemed like something that'd only happen in old stories, a masked hero saving a maiden in distress, but hiding himself for her own good. a smile twitched on his lips, but soon faded as his mouth return to it's normal look, the corners gently turning down naturally.

as he walked into the lunchroom, he'd decided that today just a soda would do. held safely away from the blond devil. as Quinn entered, he saw a few people throwing him uncomfortable glances, curious and questioning. what? He looked down at his shirt, then his jeans, then reached up to check his hair as he perched at the edge of a table after buying another diet coke. nothing seemed wrong. hm. with a miniscule shrug, he leaned back against the table, crossing his legs at the ankle. Quinn spotted the popular nest seated at a large table, their Queen Bee sitting in the center in her pretty and snobby glory. Luka was next to her, sitting like a bored king beside her. His blue eyes hovered over them nervously, before switching to his phone, held in his right hand as he scrolled through tumblr. the little website helped with his horrible life, and he found great amusement in looking at all the pictures and posts.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Besides being a manipulative snob, the queen bee had a knack for sensing others looking in their direction. Or it could have been that she was watching the door for Quinn to appear, and then her icy, blue eyes had trailed him to his seat. Luka wouldn’t (and couldn’t) tell you which it was if his life depended on it. He was about as interested in her as she was in getting her hands dirty and risking a nail. She certainly wasn’t the type you’d see out in the forest, climbing trees. Or out in the wilderness at all.... God. He missed Quinnely. He missed the hours upon hours that they’d spend, perched as high as they could climb, talking about anything that crossed their minds. He missed the teasing and jokes. He missed the way they always had each other’s backs. Now look at him! Luka was being dragged over to where the other male was seated by none other than the devil herself. Amelia batted those fake lashes of hers, a sick, wicked grin curling the corner of her lips. “Heeey Quinny Bear. See what happens when you mess with us. I get my lil Lukie Poo here to spread rumors and threaten other kids. And in the end?... No one wants to be your friend. So congratulations, loser.” Wait. Woah, woah, woah. Let’s backtrack here. Did she just say that he spread the rumors and threatened people? “If you don’t already know. This town isn’t a big fan of other sexual orientations. My smart Lukie Poo said you were gay.” Okay now a line had been crossed, but could he actually do anything? No. So what did he do instead? Made a deal with the devil. Take the blame for what she did. “Heh. We can keep this up all year. All you have to do is ‘surrender’ and play nice. Then, we’ll back off and stop spreading rumors. But until that point... well, I can’t picture you making any friends or getting away with your face intact and bruise free.”

[bee]

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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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Quinn looked up at the ceiling and murmured a quick prayer that nothing horrible would happen today as the Queen Bee started over, her hips swishing expertly as she pranced over like some sort of goddess. Batting those big fake eyelashes and offering the most practiced cruel smile ever, she released the big news. He'd been mid-sip of his diet coke when the words slithered past her glistening pink lips, and he sucked in a sharp breath of surprised, ending in him coughing and spluttering as the diet coke went down the wrong pipe. "Wha-a? He d-did w..." the teen paled drastically, his skin turning a pasty milk color as what Luka had done seeped in. He'd spread rumors about Quinn's sexuality. So many questions suddenly swirled like a blizzard in his mind, clouding every other thought. Blue eyes locked on dark haired boy, disbelief flickering in the sea colored hues. He didn't. He wouldn't. Then Luka simply snickered and agreed to doing it. No. With his thoughts blurred, only emotions could surface clearly. Over all of it, a boiling hot rage started to fill the teen to the brim. He could feel the heat in his finger tips and in his ears as he stood up, suddenly feeling really small, despite only being two or three inches shorter than Luka. Okay. He thought, his body moved on its own as he drew a foot back. Okay. With as much force as he could muster, Quinn kicked Luka as hard as he could right in the shin. He wasn't sure how hard it actually was, but the force made his foot begin to hurt furiously, which he wouldn't notice until later. He wouldn't 'surrender' or 'start playing nice'. He'd act how he wanted when he wanted and didn't care how long that'd keep up. Quinn wanted his friend back, but all traces of friendly childhood Luka seemed to be gone. All that was left was a popular corrupted boy who was willing to beat and publicly humiliate his old buddy to keep that rank. Quinn hadn't realized what he'd done until he found himself walking back to the hallway, hurrying out of the entrance of the lunchroom to cool off by his locker. His eyes stung and his head pounded and his chest ached; not only with longing for the old Luka to here, but that he was back home in Tennessee. He should have stayed there. Old Luka would have protected him from bullies and stayed by his side.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----The last thing anyone had expected was Quinn retaliating. Not only did the boy’s personality and attitude scream shy and laid back, but the populars had desperately hoped and suspected that he’d been beaten down and silenced once and for all. That didn’t seem to be the case, however, as Luka received a surprisingly rough kick in the shin, and variety of curses left his mouth. One hand grasped the edge of the table to keep balance as he lifted his right foot off the ground and rubbed at the sore spot on his leg. Damn. Quinnely could kick hard. Guess it was just his turn to be publicly ‘humiliated’, the other students erupting into laughter. Now if only he gave a crap about their opinions. In that aspect, the werewolf had always been blessed. Even as a child he hadn’t cared what anyone thought of him, except Quinnely, of course.
-----After allowing his body a minute to heal, which was a very quick process for his species, Luka strode off after Quinn, signaling for the other populars to wait until he came back. No. He’d handle this one. He’d made the commitment to keep the boy safe and that meant pushing his buttons and driving Quinn away. And if he was going to do that… he’d be the person to handle it, not the others in his group. “Hey you little brat! What the hell is your problem!? Why fight back now and not even try to defend your puny self yesterday?” It hadn’t taken Luka long at all to find the boy, but he still wouldn’t allow him to flee. The werewolf shoved the boy’s shoulder back into the locker and stood directly in front of him. All he’d have to do to snag the boy, if he tried to escape, was reach out a hand and yank him back. “Come on, Quinnely! You just acted like a defenseless idiot in that fight. Then again, you always were.”

[bee]

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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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Quinn had somewhere along the line shoved his phone into his pocket, still fuming as he walked down the hallway, slowing soon. His anger subsided a few moments later, and he realized what he'd done. Quinn really needed to think before doing things. He was usually the shy little kid in the corner of the room, staying out of trouble. Now he was kicking populars. A surprised yelp escaped his lips as a shoulder was slammed into the metal door of a locker, a loud clang ringing through the hall. The dark haired boy stood in front of him, unfortunately beautiful caramel colored eyes burning into his sea green ones. Well, crap. That little spark of rage was still lit in his belly, and Luka's words just made the flame burn a little brighter. He brought both hands up onto the taller boys chest, trying to shove him away. "the hell is your problem, Luka!" he snapped, his voice cracking instead of coming out loud and menacing like he'd meant it to. "you know why I didn't fight back? It was because I didn't want to hit the kid I grew up with. Obviously you don't have a problem with doing so." a lock of light brown hair brushed into his eyes, and he made no attempt to move it. "and after that wonderful experience of having the one person you actually trust beat you to the ground, you tell the school I'm gay. Just leave me alone, stay out of my life!" he moved to the side, trying to slip away from the bigger teen, not making eye contact.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----A dry laugh sounded from the back of his throat as Quinn attempted to shove him away. Futile. He was far too weak for Ian, Kyle, or Alex, so he’d be no match for a werewolf. “That really the best you got!? You’re pathe-” Speaking over the other boy quickly came to an end when the answers to his questions were thrown Luka’s way. Pain briefly flashed through those amber eyes of his, only to be as quickly suppressed as it had appeared. But… He did have a problem with it…. “I- I di- You know what…” It was taking him an abnormal amount of time to even come up with a response. The werewolf had had a problem with beating his old friend up. And he hadn’t told everyone that Quinn was gay.
-----Luka was quick to snatch up Quinn’s arm, when he made the move to escape, yanking him back to the locker and pinning his solders against the cool metal. “You’re pathetic and need to learn to stick up for your sorry self. You should have just stayed in Tennessee. You. Don’t. Belong. Here. And you never will. I mean, come on! Have you even considered that this has been a long time coming?” Luka was on a lying rant, and he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Even as children, you worked my last nerve! You were always a thorn in my side and always will be!”

[bee]

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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 braced himself, knowing that he'd probably be tugged back. He prepared himself for being called useless, for being told to stay in Tennessee. But nothing could have prepared him for a much too deep comment about just being a simple thorn in his side throughout thirteen years. Quinn's breath stopped in his throat, all words becoming jumbled up on his tongue and unable to come out. Suddenly the air was heavy on his back, making is shoulders slouch. All hope and self confidence had just been punched out of him, just as easily as it had been beating him yesterday. A strange lonely feeling took over his seemingly hollow insides, worse than anger or any sadness he'd felt before. Now, anyone who says sadness doesn't hurt hasn't felt true sadness before. Quinn could feel the ache in his chest and mind and limbs and stomach, a gentle ping that signaled that he was all alone here. Apparently he'd always been alone. Maybe he was lying, but that had been an awfully low blow to be a lie. The teen could feel his eyes stinging, tears threatening to run down his cheeks if he didn't force them down. With a shaky exhale, Quinn's sad blue eyes shifted to Luka's chest. He felt tired, much more tired than before. The life had gotten sucked out of him on one simple sentence. He couldn't look him in the eye. Not after that. "then just go. Just turn away and don't bother to talk to me. I'm a pathetic human that doesn't deserve your breath." he found himself murmuring with an uneasy calmness though the pain in his voice was evident.

[foxes800]

((I apologize for any spelling errors. I'm horrible at typing things out on my phone..))

The dark-haired male could never have claimed to be Quinn's best friend, not even once, if he couldn't spot out an obvious thing such as the tears threatening to spill over. "Quinn.." His voice was merely a whisper, nearly inaudible to the human ear. Of course it had been a lie. A bit fat lie. He'd never mean anything like that. The werewolf had just gotten so frustrated with the inner turmoil. Endanger Quinn by introducing him to his species and risk his father finding out he was gay. Or... hurt the only true friend he'd ever had. "I- I just..." Luka reached an outstretched hand towards the other brunette, as if to pat him on the shoulder and attempt to comfort him, but soon dropped it back to his side. No, Luka. Keep to yourself. Leave Quinn out of anything supernatural. "Just stay away from the other populars. Stay away from me." He finally replied, doing just as the boy suggested: turn away. "Keep out of our path and know your place." And with that, the eighteen year old trudged off to his next class fifteen minutes early. Hey, at least it was the advanced music course... The middle aged man who taught the class was one of the best teachers at the school and was like a third father to Luka. There was his real father (but he didn't act much like a parent), one of the betas of the pack, Scott, and then Mr. Colemann. "Hello, Luka. Early I see." Not even the man's cheery smile could make him feel better. "Yeah. You running detention this afternoon?" "Naturally... Not off to a good start this year, are you?" That was how the conversation progressed until the bell rang and the other six students filed into the room.

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

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he almost seemed to switch moods for a moment, reaching out a hand. Quinn wanted to turn and run but wrap his arms around the other boy and sob at the same time. He hated him, but wanted desperately to be close again. Luka's undetermined emotions just screwed with Quinn's even more. He disliked and wanted to publicly humiliate and beat him, yet felt bad when he almost cried? When Luka breathed his name, a little spark of 'what if' flashed, then spluttered out in his heart. There was no 'what if'. As the dark haired boy just spat at him to stay away from him and the brutes and stalked off down the hall, all signs of almost sympathy gone, Quinn let out a much-too-long held in breath. It came out unstable, and he mumbled something about hating life under his breath as he slowly sunk to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest, pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw stars. This wasn't worth it. Going back to Tennessee seemed better than this hell hole.

After about ten minutes of getting himself back together, duct tape and bubblegum holding together his shattered confidence and pride, Quinn picked himself up and started down the hallway. He hated his brain, because it kept having flashbacks of when he was a kid. It was kind of funny how almost every memory included Luka. Climbing trees, eating ice cream on the roof with no shoes; hold on, didn't Luka teach him how to tie his shoes? Yeah, he remembered now. He'd been upset since his friend had learned to tie his laces and he still had no idea, so Luka had patiently taught him, showing him how to make the 'bunny ears', though, the little kid had actually called them 'wolf ears'. The next scene that came to mind was having races in the forests, dodging between trees and trying to beat each other to the stream that trickled down a patch of rocks. Staying up late and cuddling up in sleeping bags on the deck, looking over the pine trees. Skipping rocks over the lake, and Luka giggling when Quinn got frustrated since he could only skip it once while his friend could skip the rock twice. Running down the roads barefoot and chasing down ice cream trucks. Wrestling in the field beside the forest; Luka always won, he was a strong little squirt.

He remembered some so clearly he got lost in replaying the scenes as he walked to class, the aching sadness subsiding as he recalled his past with the golden eyed boy.

(No, it looks great! Shall we time skip?)

[foxes800]

((Sure. I'm going to cut to detention. c: Although, I'm not sure how much interaction/talking we'll get out of 'em because of the hallway "discussion". x3
So how's your week been?))

The rest of the day had been a living hell for the werewolf. Luka hadn’t been quite as fortunate as Quinn in the distraction department. What he was doing to his best friend (or ex best friend) was eating away at him, and it all kept replaying and replaying through his mind. Every time he blinked, there was the image of Quinnely, back against the cool metal of the locker door, blue eyes filled to the brim with tears, and a look of such sadness and loneliness that he’d thought his heart would break. He just wanted to go home and lock himself in his room. But as soon as the bell rang, Luka realized they’d be stuck in the same enclosed space for nearly two hours. And it certainly didn’t help that Mr. Colemann always ditched detention within a couple of minutes. Two hours. Alone. With Quinn, his imprintee. The boy he’d just hurt.... Wonderful.
Luka hadn’t had enough time to mentally prepare himself when the bell did, finally, ring. Yet the exhausted male pushed himself to his feet and headed from his last class back to the music room. “Hey Mr. Colemann...” He greeted, offering the instructor a weak smile as he took his seat near one of the windows. At least he could amuse himself with the outside world, if he could keep his mind off his ex best friend. Speaking of Quinn , that was about the time when the shy boy trudged in, backpack slung over his shoulder and skateboard in hand. As usual. “Hello there. You must be the new senior, Quinnely. Welcome to detention! And I hope we can meet in more fortunate circumstances from now on. Are you taking any music classes this year?” Mr. Colemann had a tendency to ramble, but Luka was just relieved that the man filled the silence. Amber eyes remained locked on the outside, the werewolf simply listening to the two and refusing to even make eye contact. He didn't think he'd be able to meet Quinn's gaze if he tried and his life depended on it.