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peytonxxfoster:

“You have the thrill of fighting people.” She chuckles. “And done with your hand.”

She smiled up at him, “There you go, night is still young so go have fun. Meet people, drink the night away, meet cute people, hell hook up with them! Do whatever you want while you still can.”

Ezra looked at his hand and saw that it was bandaged up pretty good. 

“Thanks. For your help, I’ll go ahead and do that.” He nodded and headed out the door.

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peytonxxfoster:

“Maybe you should take that into boxing or find the thrill in something else. Some people like the thrill of partying, doing crazy shit like sky diving or hell even hooking up with people.” 

“Well maybe you can have those moments when you’re out. It won’t be long but it’s better than nothing.”

“You’re right I could try boxing or maybe even MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) training.” Ezra said.

“True maybe I could have those moments when I’m out.” He said thinking. 

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“No problem just saying the truth.” Isaiah said. 

Isaiah listened for a few moments at what Seojun was saying and then said “That’s amazing, I’ve never met anybody who knew how to play so many instruments.”

Hearing the question, Isaiah said “Sure that would be nice.” 

Seojun smiled wide when Isaiah did. He felt much more at ease when people smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate your compliments.”, he said, bowing lightly. “Yeah.”, he said as he picked up the guitar. “My parents had me classically train for a few instruments.”, he nodded. “My instrumental abilities are the reason I got to come here.” the boy looked down and smiled then adjusted the guitar. “Do you want me to play something for you?”

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Ezra coughed / gasped at the kick to the chest. 

He took a moment to catch his breath and said “Apology? Fuck that.” 

He slowly stood up and raised his leg to kick Jay in the stomach. 

Fight! Fight! Fight! / Jay & Isaiah/Ezra

“I’ve got lots more. How much do you want?”, he asked, kicking Ezra in the chest. “Let me know when you’ve had enough and we can start drafting your apologies to Queenie.”

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jameswctson:

“Yeah, man. I think I may still be good at this” he chuckled, taking the cube as it was given to him. He looked at it intensely for a few seconds, before he started moving pieces around. Soon, he had half of the cube done. Then he laughed. “Okay, from this point forward, I’m lost” he declared.

“Well at least you got farther then I had gotten.” Isaiah said smiling. 

“I’d need probably a long time, to figure that out.” He said looking at the cube.

“How did you do it?” Isaiah asked.

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peytonxxfoster:

“Well what makes you happy?” She asked, tossing the bloody tissues out after wiping his hand. She put a cream on him and places a bandage on the wound. “I can imagine. Your own freedom to do what you want. Experience you’re own moments without having to share the body. Your own social life, love life.”

“Honestly, the only thing that really gives me a thrill and I guess makes me happy, is fighting. But I know that isn’t healthy, especially to go around beating people up.” Ezra said.

Ezra nodded at the girl’s words. 

“Exactly, that is all I’ve ever wanted. But unfortunately that will never happen.” He said sighing. 

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Isaiah saw the blush on Seojun’s cheeks and thought it was adorable. 

“Your welcome.” He said smiling.

Hearing him say that he had been singing since he was young. Isaiah nodded and listened. 

“Well I can see why your parents would enjoy it.” Isaiah said and walked into the room and sat on a chair.

“Did you learn guitar when you were young too?” He asked curious.

Seojun blushed. “Thank you.”, he said, feeling embarrassed that he was so loud. Despite having performed since he was younger, having someone listen to him always made him feel self conscious. “I uh…i’ve been singing since I was young.”, he nodded, putting his guitar on the bed beside him. “I just kind of started singing when I was young and my parents enjoyed it.”

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“It didn’t hurt one bit.” Ezra said smirking. 

When Ezra tried to hit Jay it missed.  “This guy had to be really skilled in fighting to avoid that punch.” Ezra thought. 

He saw Jay’s fist coming toward his face and wasn’t able to avoid it.

It hit him hard and he fell to the floor. His nose bleeding and a fresh bruise forming on his cheek.

“Is that all you got, tough guy?” Ezra said smirking.

Fight! Fight! Fight! / Jay & Isaiah/Ezra

Jay smirked. “I don’t know, you tell me.”, he chuckled. When Ezra tried to hit him, he leaned back avoiding the punch. “Think this is my first fight?”, he asked, punching toward Ezra’s face. 

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Isaiah was standing in the doorway listening to Seojun sing. He had a good singing voice, in his opinion anyways. 

“Hey that was pretty good singing. I liked it.” Isaiah said stepping into the room.

He looked at Seojun and asked “Where did you learn to sing?”

Seojun sat on his bed with his guitar on his lap. His teacher had asked him to perform a song of his choice. He knew quite a few songs but he figured he should play one in English that his classmates would know so they could enjoy it. The boy started playing familiar notes and singing along. “The club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go. Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow.” He felt himself being watched and looked up and saw someone standing in his doorway. Immediately he stopped playing. “Oh, sorry…”

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peytonxxfoster:

Peyton nodded and walked into her room, “Sit, i’ll get the supplies.” She said walking into the bathroom. 

She then returned and sat in front of him, taking his hand and began cleaning it. “So are you going to tell me why you were so angry?”

Ezra sat down and waited for her to come back from getting supplies.

He saw her return and began cleaning his hand wound. 

“I guess that’s just the way I am. I’m always angry usually. Or aggressive. It didn’t help with that liquor I drank either. I guess I just wish I could have my own life. Outside of this body.” Ezra said.

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The punch hit Isaiah hard. He was about to try and escape when suddenly he felt himself being pulled back into himself. Then everything went black.

Ezra felt the punch and immediately started laughing. A creepy grin on his face. 

“You think that fucking hurts?” Ezra said. 

He straightened up and swung his fist toward this guy who he didn’t know face.

Fight! Fight! Fight! / Jay & Isaiah/Ezra

“This weak bullshit isn’t going to work on me, you piece of shit.”, he said sternly. “I saw what you did to Queenie. Who the fuck hits girls? Only weak bitches like you.”, he said, a growl almost coming out, he was so angry. He got up in Isaiah’s face. “Let me guess, you’re one of those pricks who think hitting a girl makes you more of a man, huh? Well lets see how much of a man you are.”, he said, punching Isaiah hard in the stomach.

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peytonxxfoster:

“Oh..cool.” She said, letting go of his hand. “Will Isaiah come back?” She asked as she started walking to the building. 

“Come on.” She said, gently taking him by the arm to her room.

“Yeah Isaiah will come back. Probably confused and not remembering anything.” Ezra said. 

He began following her.

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Isaiah felt himself be pushed against the wall. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said uncertainly, fear in his voice. 

“Who are you?” He asked. His face obviously showed fear in it, with his eyes wide and his eyebrows positioned in a way to show confusion. 

Fight! Fight! Fight! / Jay & Isaiah/Ezra

Jay was wandering through the halls when he saw Isaiah at the other end. Tall? Check. Thin? Check. Impressive jawline? Check. That had to be the guy that hit Queenie. Jay furrowed his brows and went up to Isaiah and pushed him against the wall. “Hey asshole. You like hitting girls?”, he asked in a gruff tone. “Does it make you feel good?”, he asked, pushing him against the wall hard. 

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macychaplin:

“sorry i couldn’t be more of a help. you’re new? i’m new. i transferred in just a few days ago. and i’m macy - probably should’ve started with that,” she offered him her hand.

“It’s alright. Welcome to the school then, Macy.” He held out his hand for her to take. Since she had held out her hand.

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minaxoleary:

“You seemed very sad the other night so I brought you cookies.” She said placing the basket down on a bench, “I didn’t know what you liked, so I put in chocolate chip, sugar and m&m, i hope you like it.” She said smiling kindly to Isaiah. When she saw the younger kid before he felt hurt for cutting himself on a can, “But if you don’t like cookies, I’m sorry.”

Ezra was surprised, this girl seemed to be a friend of Isaiah’s. He didn’t want to ruin that friendship honestly, even though he was angry. “Uh..thanks. No, Isaiah likes cookies. I mean-” He stumbled over his words. He had just spoken like he wasn’t Isaiah. I mean technically he wasn’t but she surely is going to question it.

Damn this liquor he drank, making him mix up his words.

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m0rgan-l0ss:

“I just wanted to ask about the chem homework-” Morgan starts but cuts herself off as her eyes drift down to his hand “Dude what the hell? Are you ok?” She asked, her eyes moving back up to his face as she drops her bag down, stepping towards him

“The chem homework? I have no fucking idea about that-” Ezra started but then noticed the girl’s eyes drift down to his hand.  “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” He said shrugging. His face hard to read. 

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xkenzieatwood:

“I want to know if you’re okay. Your hand is bleeding,” she said honestly, pointing towards the blood. “Do you need to go to the nurse or something?”

Ezra honestly didn’t want to go to the nurse, as he had done this injury to himself. So the nurse would probably question it. 

“I’m fine.” Ezra said thinly. He looked at his hand and said “I don’t think going to the nurse would be a good idea. As this injury was self inflicted.” 

He thought for a moment and said “Why do you care anyways?”