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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 16, 2008 23:24:39 GMT -4
Brody scowled deeper, taking another two steps back, legs brushing against the bumper of someone's car. She rolled her eyes, and held her bandaged hand up to keep the distance between them. "Okay, first of all? Personal space. Second? More personal space. Back the fuck off, woman beater. I am so not fighting you."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 23:42:07 GMT -4
Jude's brow furrowed. "First of all,you started this. Second of all, YOU back the fuck off. Everytime you're near me you start on me and I never did ANYTHING to you. Third, Don't fucking talk about my mother, and I won't have to get in your personal space." He left out the part about how beating her wouldn't really sount as woman beating; he was angry, but he wasn't that angry.
Samson growled, sliding down to stand protectively beside Jude, the guitar on the hood on the car. "Man I knew you were a bitch, Brody, but talking shit about someone's dead mother? That's low even for you. If Jude wouldn't stop talking to me, I'd hit you myself."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 16, 2008 23:56:03 GMT -4
Oh shit, dead mother? Well, that explained a lot.
She felt bad then, knowing that. Really, she had genuinely thought he was just a momma's boy, getting all uppity over the fact that she had laid a lame diss down on his mother. But if the woman was actually dead? She could totally see how he would get so mad. Definitely could see that. She cursed herself for having a heart, and actually feeling kind of like an asshole for bringing it up in the first place. She couldn't show it though, even if she felt it. He was her sworn enemy.
Paling just a bit, Brody tried to play it cool, shaking her head again and keeping her hand up in the air. "Whatever, whatever. I won't talk about your mommy. I'm always the bitch, aren't I? Because lord knows that the golden boy can do no wrong in the eyes of basically everybody," she muttered, glaring at Samson as he came to stand beside Jude, more or less looming over her with his great height. She reached into her bag, producing the CD from it, and shoving it toward the blonde. "Give that to your sister, and go fuck yourself. Tell her I send my best regards."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:01:25 GMT -4
Jude leaned slightly into Samson, a little glad that Brody seemed to be giving up.
"Am I ever going to know why yuo hate me so much? Is it because I'm the house act for the cafe? Because you didn't hate me before that. And I can do wrong, and people do notice it. You just don't want to see the seeing my faults because it'll make me normal, and then what reason can you have to hate me if I'm just a normal kid like you?"
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:07:38 GMT -4
Just as she did whenever Lucy asked the same question, Brody immediately went into aversion mode, shaking her head fiercely. "Not having this conversation. I didn't even want to see you two, I came here looking for Sarah. Not to have happy sappy talk about our feelings time with Jude and Samson," the light-haired girl snapped, leaning back onto the car behind her. She didn't know who owned it, but they didn't seem to be around to complain.
"I already said, the cafe does not make you special."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:21:03 GMT -4
Jude shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. "I never said it did. It's just a gig at a cafe. I never claimed to be anything, you're the one always placing labels on me, Brody. You go out of your way to be horrible to me, and even though you hate the band, you come to every single gig. You're constantly placing yourself in situations where you can run into me or the band. Did I kill your dog or something when we were kids? I know you couldn't be jealous of me. I don't have anything you'd want."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:25:32 GMT -4
"You don't own your band. I can talk to, or be friends with, whoever I want. And I happen to think even though you're both total douche bags, your sisters are pretty rad, so there," she replied, upturning her face a bit, looking rather smug with herself. Maybe not the most mature of arguments, not as deep as Jude's arguments, but valid.
"And if you had killed my dog, I wouldn't even be talking to you right now. Don't joke about that shit, my dogs are hella old."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:28:29 GMT -4
Samson snorted. "Well, still doesn't explain why you hate Jude so much. I mean yeah, I'm a complete douche to you, 'cause you're a bitch and all. But Jude's never been nothing but nice. Even tried ta defend your honor when a bunch of guys were calling you a slut. He's never done anything."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:34:33 GMT -4
Brody furrowed her eyebrows together, leaning back further on the car now, practically sitting on the hood. "Wait, who was calling me a slut? I'm not a slut! And why would.. why would you care if they were calling me that? It's not like we're, y'know, friends or whatever. I mean, we're in music class together, and I think you used to go to my preschool, and that is all epic and fine, but like.. why?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:39:56 GMT -4
Jude ran a hand through his hair, shrugging lightly. "Well it wasn't true, was it? It's not nice to talk like that about someone. Even if it were true, it's still not nice. So I told them to stop." It was just logic for him; he knew that normal teenage boys didn't think the way he did.
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:47:39 GMT -4
Taken back by that a bit, Brody shifted her arms, tightening her grasp on her bag again, as she adverted her eyes toward the main school building once more. She prayed Lucy or Sarah would come and save her from this, anyone.
"Thanks, man. I guess."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:53:10 GMT -4
Jude shrugged again, hand moving to hold onto his elbow. "You're welcome. I just don't have it in me to be mean, I guess, not unless someone...you know. Talks about my mom."
Samson smiled warmly, wrapping his arms around the smaller teen. "And that's the way we like you, baby, calm, cool and nice enough to be a saint."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:57:09 GMT -4
Feeling oh so awkward with the whole situation, Brody gave her eyes another roll, before jumping down from the hood of the car she had been sitting on as she saw a freshman heading toward them, looking horrified. It was, presumably, his.
"Whatever. Anyway, I'm gunna jet, I need to go to work soon, and your sister is taking forever and a day.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 1:00:17 GMT -4
Speaking of Samson's sister, Sarah was just exiting the school with Johnny when she caught sight of Brody with Samson and Jude. Frowning, she made her way to the car, giving them a look that stated 'are you all mentally retarded?'. "What are you all doing crowded around my car?"
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 1:10:29 GMT -4
Brody quickly brightened up when Sarah joined them, and she reached over to grab the CD back some Samson, before offering it up to the older girl as she got close enough. "Came to bring this back. I really dug it, sorry it took me forever to get around to returning it."
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