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Post by Jandro Juarez on Oct 21, 2009 7:34:41 GMT -5
Jandro had spent a rather sleepless night the night before and so he took special care with his appearance that morning. He thought that the fact that Jonah spent the night for the first time might have been part of the problem. Before Saint had been injured he wouldn't have worried this way, but his brother was vulnerable now. He could already see that his older sib was becoming dependent quickly on the other boy. At least the money issue was taken care of.
His equilibrium was restore by flirting with a college student on the bus and exchanging phone numbers. He figured nothing would come of it after he and Lia had been dropped off at the high school first, but it was always exciting to know someone found you attractive. He let the guard search his stuff and then turned up the sound on his ipod as he headed towards his locker.
Jandro loved to dance and he didn't care too much if people thought he was a dork as he danced his way down the halls. He actually had good rhythm and only looked dorky for doing it, not for his skill level. "Don't you wish your boyfriend could dance like me?" he sang along in a low voice.
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Post by Quenten Ferris on Oct 22, 2009 5:07:40 GMT -5
(ooc: poor Jandro!  ) Quenten watched in disgust as the kid was dancing around the hall. That alone made him want to push the kid around and show him who was boss. He waited for a few more minutes just to see what would happen. The kid kept going, it was annoying, at least to Quenten it was. No one else seemed to mind. He started to roll up his sleeves. This was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. He waited for the rent a cop to go by, flipping the guy off as well when he wasn't looking. He enjoyed that part of it. He approached the would be dancer. "God you look so pathetic doing that!" Quenten taunted the boy, hoping to get a rise from him. "Just like a fuckin' queer!" He laughed, now was time for more fun. He swiped the IPOD from the kids' hand. "What kind of fag music do you got on here?" He started flipping through the play list, laughing as he did. "This stuff is garbage, I don't think you should be listening to it. I'll just keep it myself load it with some real music." |
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Post by Jandro Juarez on Oct 22, 2009 14:11:05 GMT -5
Jandro might have been small and not very muscular, but he was like one of those little Banty roosters that thought he was a lot bigger than he was and he was fast too. The IPOD was quickly back in his hands and stowed in a pocket almost so fast was a blur.
" I don't think so Quenten," Jandro said, his brilliant blue eyes narrowing as he gazed at the school bully. "I doubt I would be amused by your moronic taste in music." Despite his brave words he was warily balanced on the pads of his feet, ready to move whichever direction he needed to avoid Quenten's famous fists.
"Oh... and Quenten, I am not just like a fuckin' queer... I am a fuckin' queer and quite proud of it!" he said and then his eyes slipped to the side and he said, "Hey Mr. Johnson, nice day isn't it?" Of all the teachers to make an appearance as he was announcing his homosexuality, Mick Johnson wasn't the one he would have chosen. The P.E. teacher was already hard enough on him as it was.
The burly athletics coach came to a stop near the two boys. "What's going on here, Quenten? You wouldn't be picking on little boys again would you? It would be a shame if you stepped over the line on my watch. I am not sure many schools would take a boy with two strikes already.
Jandro scowled at the teacher, not liking being called little or the implication he couldn't care for himself. "We were just discussing dance music Mr. Johnson. There's nothing wrong with that," he said. "Quenten was just promising to educate me in his particular taste in music." Jandro gave him a smile so innocent it sparkled.
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Post by Quenten Ferris on Oct 24, 2009 4:23:01 GMT -5
Queten sneered. "Think you're some kind of smartass do ya?" The fists were slowly getting ready to do some driving a skinny little stake into the ground.
The comment made Quenten laugh. "You just dug your own grave!" He went to grab Jandro but the runt of a kid had saved his own ass with the arrival of the coach. Quenten growled at the voice.
He faced the coach, eye to eye. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like being the bitch to the football team?" Quenten knew he was crossing a line since coach Johnson had a good fifty pounds on him, still Q knew how to take him down swiftly.
It was a tense moment till Jandro spoke up about dance music. Quenten gave a sharp look at Jandro. "Yeah we were just talking, besides I think you have more problems to think about, like that little girl of yours." He was pushing the buttons now. "She's becoming quite the hot number, maybe I'll get to break her in."
Coach Johnson kept his cool, even though he was ready to throw Q out the nearest window and onto the highway. "You just keep things tucked away, and we'll be fine." He turned to walk away. "But I will be watching you."
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Post by Jandro Juarez on Oct 27, 2009 4:55:14 GMT -5
(ooc: sorry been sick)
Jandro was amazed and a bit impressed with how rude Quenten managed to be without any reprisal from the coach. Despite this he kept a wary eye on the larger boy, just in case he turned his frustrations back on him. "Well I really gotta get going, Quenten. It's been a lot of fun though," Jandro said and sped away, swiftly disappearing down the corridors and getting lost in the warren of hallways and classrooms.
(wrapped or tagged for wrap, sorry so short, my brain is mush.)
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Post by Les W. on Oct 28, 2009 3:23:42 GMT -5
(OOC; wrapped here, glad your feeling better)
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