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Hmm? And what are you going to do if I do? C'mon, Chris, we both know you wouldn't lay a hand on me and with basketball right around the corner, you want to ruin that?

[He presses his lips together, his eyes narrowing] Don’t fucking touch me you little shit.

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Oh come on, just bring me food, Courtney.

The school’s got so many students, I don’t think anyone would really notice that you’re not a student there.

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[The only sign that Daniel wasn't expecting the hit, was the 'oof' that left his mouth as he was once again grabbed by his shirt. But that was it. He expected every other movement and did nothing to stop it. He could have. He could have easily slid out of the other male's grasp and ducked out of the way of the swinging fist, therefor knocking Joshua off balance and giving Daniel the upperhand, but he didn't. The only thing he did was plant his feet firmly on the ground to stop from completely falling over at the force. He spits out the blood forming in his mouth, another humorless chuckle leaving his lips, shaky this time, but only from the pain quickly forming in his face. Daniel rubs his nose, making sure it wasn't broken in the process before he dares to speak again.] You're right. But you know what? You're no better. You drown your sorrows in drugs and alcohol and you expect that to fix you. You think she deserves that in her life? You're never going to face your demons. At least I'm facing mine.

[His fist suddenly pounds into Daniel’s chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt once more and standing the boy up, forcefully shoving his back to the nearest wall. The smug grin on Daniel’s lips only encourages him more, his voice loud and throaty.] This isn’t about my happiness. This is about her happiness. You never fucking deserved her. God, just look at you. You’re nothing! [He quickly pulls a fist back and launches it into the center of Daniel’s face.]

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Come on, you can't be that boring. Hell, you're in college now, you gotta do something outrageous.

We were, but I don’t like to talk about myself all that much. Nothing interesting has been going on with me to talk about, anyway. 

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I guess we'll just have to find out, Eileen. The name's Daniel.

I don’t know, should you? [She smirks and then giggles.] I’m Eileen. Who are you?

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Why are you acting so surprised? Considering one of them is basically in love with you and you offered up your house to him, you should have already known. Or are you really that oblivious?

What? With who? Why? Are you okay? How long are or were you suspended for?

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Whatever, Easter. I really don't care anymore.

Sure. No? Are you really that blind, Easter? Because him coming for you, him being there for you, sounds like a whole lot of him picking you. You don't know shit, Easter. I don't give a damn about anyone. Everyone is disposable. And we'll all die, it's just a matter of time, but the rest of us? We'll keep on living.

I am. Okay, now wait — I never once said or implied that because you’re not a heartless piece of shit and you don’t deserve half the shit that comes your way, even if you’re kind of a dick a good majority of the time. 

Doesn’t mean I’m going to throw a pity part with him. He’s been my friend since I cam here and I just needed him at the moment. Daniel, stop it. He’s not going to leave you because of this. Like he said from the start; he’s not going to pick side or any of that stupid shit and I’d never even ask him to do that. I’m sure if you called him up he’d be more than happy to hang out with you. Because I know you don’t not give a shit about it. You cheated, yeah, but I know you still give a shit about me even if you deny it. ..Right, okay..Sorry for asking, I guess.

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[Daniel can't help but to smirk at the sudden freedom from the older boy's grasp, despite the knowledge that Joshua could very well kill him if he so chose. He also can't help the roll of his eyes that follows Joshua's words.] Good. If she's your life then I'm sure you two will be very happy together. I thought you'd be happy with me cutting the strings with her since it means you can step in.

[Joshua’s eyes flicker between his hand and Daniel’s eyes, before quickly releasing the other boy’s shirt with a huff, his voice still furious.] Easter told me. And it’s my business because she is my business. She is my life and you fucking hurt her. So why the fuck’d you do it?

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Um...well, I might have gotten into a fight.

[She stops her swing, staring at him in slight shock] Suspended? How did you get suspended already?

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I somehow think that would be frowned upon though since I'm not a student there. Not that I care, but I'd rather get you to bring it to me.

Why don’t you just visit my school and get food? Crazy concept, I know.

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How much is a bit?

Not a decent thing on the telly right now

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Sure you didn't. [He raises a hand to pat Chris' cheek like a child.] Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.

Excuse me? You can’t compare my brief past with her and your relationship together. I’m not the one who further worsened  her trust in other people, asshole.

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Daniel shook his head, trying to keep a serious look, but he couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips. "Bullshit. He would not. Though, if you wanted me to all you'd have to do would be to offer to join me."

Chloe blushed a little. “Maybe I will have the real you then” She smirked. “However, I think the dream version of you is better, for he would do whatever I wanted. He might actually wash up after eating”

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Well, that depends. You got money?

Not a decent thing on the telly right now

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Your--right. I'll do as I damn well please, he probably won't retain any of this anyways, and if he does well then let me remind you that you "cursed" too. Seems everyone's wanting take backs today, too bad I'm not willing to give them, so, no, I think I'll leave.

First, don’t curse in front of my son, please. Second… [she sighs] Look, I’ll keep myself and him quiet. I’m sorry if I came across as rude and you’re welcome to stay. 

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[His eyes narrow more with every second it takes her to respond, wanting nothing more than to just be left in peace, but more so he wanted answers. Everyone was being so cryptic and never giving him a direct answer and this time he refused to let someone push him around without some answers. And yeah, he considered dropping it, to let her arm fall and to turn on his heel and back to his room, but that angered him more because if he did that he'd have to face Christopher and Daniel would definitely rather deal with the girl in front of him. But with every softening of her features to the point in other circumstances he would have grown concerned, his own features became more stern. It was only when she spoke that his fingers left her arm to drop back to her side, perhaps a bit too forcefully. And his voice was no better, laced with the venom he felt coursing through his veins.] Fuck off, Zoey. You don't know the half of it.

[Zoey closes her eyes, willing herself to not cry, to do anything but cry in public. But as he continued to hold on to her arm she found it more and more difficult not to. It wasn’t even the fact that he was holding on, it was the fact that she couldn’t handle it. That all it took was someone to hold onto her arm for more than a few seconds for her to begin to crumple. For a split second she thought about forcing him to let go, kicking him or hitting him- anything to get him to let go. But Zoey could never hurt anybody, no matter how much she joked about hitting people with a shovel, or kicking them in the shin. At the end of the day she just couldn’t do it, it was too close to home. She shook her head, taking a deep breath while trying to think about what his question even was. What the fuck is your problem. Zoey was silent for a while, thinking about that question and eventually she found herself staring up at him, her eyes just as narrow as his as something in her just-snapped.] What’s my problem? you want to know what my fucking problem is? Okay, Daniel. I’ll tell you my problem. My problem is it’s not fair that the good people get hurt. It’s not fair that no matter how or who you are, people still hurt you. The fact that some people choose to hurt other people is my problem, okay? that people can just get away with it. Easter deserved so much more than that, Daniel. And getting a stain on your t-shirt isn’t even close to revenge. What? do you think me throwing a drink on your designer clothing could be the worst thing someone can do? because it isn’t. Fuck, it isn’t even close. [She becomes silent and only then does she realise that she had begun to cry. She looks away and quickly wipes at her eyes before speaking again] Are you happy, are you satisfied? will you let go of me now?

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How about you stop putting words in my mouth, yeah? I didn't say to just let the munchkin's shit marinate, I'm saying you shouldn't have left your shit lying around for anyone to steal just to have your seat "saved", but fine you want it so bad, I'm out of here. I just wanted some fucking peace anyways.

Tell you what, if he poops again, I’ll give you the diaper and you can see if you’d rather I’d just left it there.