I Hate Everything About You [Carla]

[quon]

Pain…

Complete and utter pain.

That was all Quon could really feel at the moment. He stood just inside his dorm, looking at the door with a bitter look on his face as he frowned. He had on his school uniform, but over it there was a dark cloak looking thing, one with a hood which was not yet up, but if he was leaving his dorm, then hell yes it was going up. It was already late afternoon and he hadn’t left his dorm, hadn’t trailed to the library to tutor or work on his own studies as he did mostly every day, so…what was wrong with the red mage? Well, as he grimaced at the pain, only more pain was inflicted onto his face. Black and blue was all over the left side of his face from where Nine had done a wonderful job punching and shattering his jaw, if not breaking a cheekbone as well. This was a good reminder that Quon shouldn’t associate himself with those who, one, had the power to crush his entire face with one nicely timed swing, and two, were just completely stupid. Quon was thankful that Nine’s friend, King, another member from Class Zero had been there to practically drag the angry blonde away from Quon, with a struggle mind you. He’d have to thank the tall blonde gunner later.

Quon couldn’t stay in his dorm forever, or at least until his face healed up some and didn’t look quite so painful, but he didn’t want to go out and stir up conversation about how Nine had punched his left side and given him a lot to worry about. In fact, Since the dance – which was only two days ago – Quon hadn’t said much of anything. He’d fled from the dance, fled from beautiful little Aria, and he knew it was a mistake to just leave her waiting, but going back with this amount of pain and fury at Nine…well it wasn’t smart to enter a room with a crowd of students looking like a beaten rag doll. He knew well that he had to talk to Aria sometime, to see her face to face and explain himself…but right now, talking was at the bottom of his list seeing as it hurt to even frown, or smile, let alone move his jaw to speak.

Shaking his head in disgust as he finally pulled the hood over his head, Quon reached for the door knob, way too hesitant. He was a bit vain about his appearance, so this was nothing but a huge embarrassment, and hopefully no one made a big deal about it, otherwise they’d receive scowls from Quon, whether it hurt him or not. People could just pay him no attention, and he’d be content for the day. As for right now, he needed to get going and get a few items from the library so he could work on school stuff, otherwise he was going to be late with assignments, which never happened. He could check books out and take them back to his dorm instead of lingering around the library like he always did, it would make him feel a bit more comfortable with himself if he wasn’t around people today, otherwise he would imagine they would keep their eyes or comments on his bruises. So this was it, he started down the hall after having exited his dorm and shut the door behind him. His hood over his head shadowed his face and made it difficult to even recognize who it was, especially since his hair was under the hood, no one could see that ribbon in his hair and be able to tell just exactly who it was, but the sash-like ribbon around his waist was a pretty good giveaway.

Making it just outside the library, Quon took a deep breath before entering, looking around and noticing that no one was even looking at him, even with this weird attire of his. Shrugging a bit, slightly pleased with the lack of attention being paid to him, he moved into one of the quiet aisles of books, staring up at the bookshelves as no one else was even in this aisle, he pulled the hood back so he could get a better look at the titles of the textbooks. Drumming his finger against the spines of some of the books, Quon kept silent instead of even speaking to himself, the less pain he could inflict on himself the better.

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Words:[/color] 839
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Carla
Wearing:[/color] Uniform -- Hood lulz
Listening To:[/color] Three Days Grace
Notes:[/color] trololol~ >>

[Carla Ayatsugi]

Oh yes, this was a great day. She’d made a lot of sales, won over a lot of hearts. The whole nine yards. Oh yes…oooh yes, this was just perfect. Absolutely perfect. People came to her not only to buy things, but to get the latest scoop of information. Yes, class Zero might not like her – which was definitely a mutual feeling – but the rest of the school liked her. Yes, she didn’t make snide comments to them, or try to screw them over with prices. No, she knew where to stop things, and her behavior usually stopped at Class Zero…and…okay well a few others. Like Quon for instance. But then again, she probably just wanted to troll him a much as possible because, well let’s be honest here yet again, he was a really, really easy target. She still had his ribbon too, which she was twirling in her fingers while walking down the school hallway. Actually, he was the very person she was looking for. Not because she needed anything, but because she’d heard he’d gotten the juiciest looking bruise from a certain dragoon fist. Okay yeah, Carla didn’t exactly like class Zero, but out of them all, she probably had to like Nine the most. Hell, he was a dragoon, just like her. Besides, he’d gotten a tad more respect from punching Quon right in the face. Come on, the all too obsessed about ultimate magic man, had sorely been asking for a good punching.

The best place to find Quon, of course, would be the library. She knew that, knew it well. When he wasn’t hanging out with that Aria chick, it seemed that he always had his nose deep within some book. Now, Carla liked to read, and did it a lot to study in order to get good grades, but come on, there was definitely more to life then just keeping your nose pressed into a book and never ever coming out to see the light of day. Yeah, there was definitely more to life then that. The point was, she couldn’t wait to see his face and if it was really as bad as the kids had mentioned when they had talked to her. She really did hope so, because otherwise she was going to feel completely let down. Yeah…well Quon getting his face punched was high on her list of good moments.

Striding into the library, Carla went about searching the different parts of the library. Walking past the many aisles, she almost overlooked the tall man hunched over the shelf dressed in very…dark cloaky sort of manner. Actually she completely walked by the aisle, but then skidded to a stop and turned back, a grin on her face, before she started swaggering toward him. “Well Quuuuonny-kins, I do believe that’s you I see hiding beneath that robe,” was spoken loud and clear. Twirling his ribbon in her fingers, Carla started swaggering toward him, blue-green eyes devilishly sparking at him. Oh this was going to be great. Not only could he troll him about his ribbon, but she was going to get a look at that messed up face of his.

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Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Quon
Location:; Library!
Outfit:; School uniform
Notes:; TROLOLOLOLOL
Listening To:;[/color] --

[quon]

Ugh…perhaps it would’ve been wise to take some painkillers before leaving his dorm. Quon gently put a hand up to his jaw and instantly felt pain, more than he already was. It was difficult to talk, and for someone like him not being able to talk…it was easier said than done. He enjoyed his rants about magic this and magic that, school work this and school work that, but for the past day or so, he hadn’t said one single word, and he’d tried to avoid being in public as much as possible, but he couldn’t trap himself inside his dorm forever, he didn’t need to become a hermit, why would one thing put him behind on his school work? Part of him hoped Aria would be in the library today so he could explain himself, but part of him didn’t want to see her until his face didn’t look so black and blue. He looked normal, aside from the blotchy purple and black area on his cheek where his jaw had cracked and his cheekbone damaged as well from the punch that the idiot of a dragoon had given him.

Frowning – yes, that hurt – Quon traced his fingers across some of the bindings of books as his hood was off his head, but he still had the robe piece on, he wasn’t too worried about people looking for him, or even coming into this aisle of the library. These were advanced magical textbooks, nothing that someone would want to read for giggles unless your name was Quon Yobatsu. He didn’t see anything he necessarily wanted, but being stuck in your dorm by yourself made things rather boring. He could always revise a paper he had written for his professor or class, but he’d already done that at least twice by now, what else was there to do besides cram more information into your head? Perhaps he would take a step back and find something enjoyable to read, some nice fiction tale or something, whatever. That meant moving from this aisle and moving to a more…crowded one. He wasn’t sure that was in his best interest, after all, if he moved he might run into Carl-…

…life hated Quon didn’t it?

Quon’s muscles froze, he dropped his hand from the bookshelf and continued to have his back face Carla. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he glanced over his shoulder and noticed she was twirling that ribbon of his, the one she had stolen from him after TACKLING him in the library and causing a scene. Of all people, why did Carla have to arrive today? She was going to bother him, and once she saw the nice looking black and purple marks on the left side of his face, well then he was sure to hear snarky remarks. He was in no mood to talk to her, or anyone for that matter, so if the remarks started coming, he was just going to leave. Might as well find out what the hell she wanted, maybe she wanted to return the ribbon? Hell no, Carla probably never returned a damn thing in her life, only sold the things she took for an extra handful of gil.

Finally being brave enough to turn and face her fully, Quon struggled to move his jaw when speaking, but a few strained words came out. “Did you need…something?” he stressed a bit before moving a hand to his jaw again, it hurt when you had shattered face bones, it made it extremely difficult to do just about anything, but whatever, maybe Carla would have a heart today and not give him such a hard time, that was only wishful thinking. Staring at her, his eyes then moved to the ribbon and he arched an eyebrow, unsure of what to say, what to expect from her, but he was ready to turn heal and head straight back to his dorm should she try and pull any of her usual trolling crap. That was the last thing he needed, on top of the mess he’d created with Aria, on top of his already ruined reputation, and on top of his painful and broken face.

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Words:[/color] 790
Muse:[/color] Great
Tagged:[/color] Carla
Wearing:[/color] Uniform + robe with hood
Listening To:[/color] Stuff!
Notes:[/color] Poor Quon XD

[Carla Ayatsugi]

Oh ho, well today had turned out to be a wonderful day indeed. Carla had heard about Nine sending his fist directly into Quon’s more feminine one, but she hadn’t seen the affects. Until she did, she had thought it nothing more then gossip. Well apparently she had been wrong. Grinning as she looked over at him, hiding underneath the hood, she couldn’t keep the devilish look from crossing her features every once in awhile. Honestly, she felt like laughing and laughing until she was blue in the face. All she did however, was give him a completely innocent look as she sauntered toward him, calling out his name and asking if it was him hiding underneath the robe. He had to hide under a robe? How classy. For a man so obsessed with fashion and looking good, he sure wasn’t caring right now. Unless there were rubies or something sewed into that hood. Probably not though. Well he couldn’t stoop lower then he was right now. Beaten up by that idiot Nine. "What? No hello Quony?"

When he asked her if she needed anything, she shook her head, scooting closer until she could see the shiner that he was trying to hide underneath the hood. “Nah, I just came to make your life a living nightmare and to tease you about having been knocked on your royal rear end by an incompetent fool. How does that feel?” Grinning up at him, Carla’s innocent look was replaced once again by a more facetious one. Then again, they all know Dragoons had way more power then anyone else. She was a tribute to that just as much as Nine was. Putting her hands on her hips, she cocked her head to the side and just looked at him, grinning to herself. She couldn’t help it. Now, all of a sudden Quon must be eating all the superiority he had walked around with for as long as she could remember. Hell, he needed to have been taken down a notch. As if being tackled in the library and having his ribbon taken away hadn’t done him a number anyway.

“Oh, and by the way, that’s a lovely shiner you have there Quony. I’m proud, what’s that, the first time you’ve actually been in a fight with more then words? You should be glad he didn’t kill you.” Leaning against the bookshelf, she fought the urge to poke him in the eye and swiveled her gaze to take in the surrounding area. Oh, what lovely things always happened in the library. With an impish grin then, Carla stuffed her hand in the pocket of her shirt and withdrew teasingly the ribbon she had stolen from him. “Oh! That was right, Quon, I did have something for you-…but I don’t think I’ll give it to you just yet. What if you go and get yourself beat up again?” Highly likely. The weak got preyed upon, or the different. He might be good at magic, but he was definitely a different sort.

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Words:; 709
Muse:; So dead right now XD I think I killed it with so much posting
Tagged:; Quon
Location:; Library <-- the place of doom for Quon
Outfit:; Normal Student uniform
Notes:; Notta
Listening To:;[/color] Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood

[quon]

As if Quon didn’t have enough problems on his plate right now. With a frustrated sigh he’d acknowledged Carla’s words, not that he wanted to talk to her right now, but who was he to just walk away. It could’ve been as simple as that, to walk away and not deal with her, but he was pretty sure had he taken even a single step away from her, she would’ve followed. Anything to piss Quon off, eh? She was probably just going to go off about some ultimate magic trolling, or something about his face, of that he was certain. Everyone had been talking about it as it was, though no one had the courage to actually say anything to his broken face about it, then again, he’d kept himself away from most of the public eye, which was probably a wise choice, especially if he had ran into Carla sooner, or worse, ran into Nine again. He was pretty sure he wanted the other half of his face to function and not look like his entire face had gotten the best of Nine’s fists.

Carla was just being rude now, wasn’t she? Quon gave off an exasperated sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead as he shot a glance at her, not a friendly one, but his expressions couldn’t be too great these days when every muscle, every bone in his face hurt. Hence, he wasn’t raging up a storm in words like he normally would have. “Must you be so persistently annoying?” He asked in a dull tone, trying not to speak a whole lot, but some things he just couldn’t help. She was becoming a major thorn in his side, more than Nine himself was. Carla was a smart girl, couldn’t she just respect the feelings of others and leave well enough alone? Now was one of those moments that Quon wished he’d just walked off an ignored the light haired merchant. With a small painful scowl forming on his lips, Quon was ready to turn heel and start walking, but something made him stay, maybe it was his pride…his severely hurting pride.

Folding his arms over his chest and staring down at the dragoon, Quon listened to her words, and when he spotted the ribbon she’d stolen from him in the library some time ago…he froze. His anger boiling under his skin. With a deep breath, he did his best to keep his words short and brief, any excess words that were unnecessary would hurt his jaw later. “Get lost, Carla. I really don’t need your rudeness today, nor any other day for that matter.” He said before brushing past her, moving to the next aisle of books, he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just wanting to get away from Carla, perhaps leaving the library would be best, besides, he didn’t doubt her, she’d just round the corner and follow him down this aisle, taunting him about his ‘shiner’ or his ribbon, or of course how unmanly he was. Sometimes…being picked on was getting on his last nerve, how many times had he thought about transferring to a different Academy? Far too many, but being the Suzaku magical researcher he felt obligated to stay…if only the jokes, the fun poking, and the taunting would stop. He may have been a know it all, but he had feelings you know.

Just like any other human out there.

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Words:[/color] 672
Muse:[/color] Meh
Tagged:[/color] Carla!
Wearing:[/color] Class uniform + robe thing
Listening To:[/color] Milkshake: Goodnight Nurse <-- idk either.
Notes:[/color] Sorry D:

[Carla Ayatsugi]

Carla just couldn’t help but want to laugh at the disgruntled, or even downright annoyed expression he had on his face. Somehow she managed to keep it down to simply a smirk that crossed her features, threatening to slip into a full blown smile and a laugh. The look he gave her when she explained what she was actually there for was a very withering look. Indeed, if she was a weakling she might have just curled up and withered away right there. If looks could kill, she would have died there. The thought only made her smirk turn into a grin. When he asked the exasperated question she couldn’t stop the laugh. It came out suddenly, head rolled back slightly, before she finally got a hold of herself and propped one eyebrow up, aquamarine eyes just watching him in an amused fashion. The students other then Class Zero and Quon really did like her, which was probably because it was only those select few that she couldn’t help but bother, which was a light word really. Carla loved to mess with them, some more then others. Quon was generally on her ‘annoy as much as physically possible’ list. Still, she couldn’t help but counter his question with one of her own. “Must you always be so persistently affected by stickupyourassosis?” Plucking a book off the bookshelf, she pretended to adjust her invisible glasses. “Ahh, yes, here we go. Some symptoms of this unfortunate disease. Usually holds themselves higher then others. Oh, look at here, it says that they’re usually proficient in magic, and tend to take more stock in combing their hair then world problems like the hungry and any charity cases. Well, well, well, it also says they generally pick fights with others and they search long and hard for what they like to refer to as the Ultimate magic…wow Quon, have you went to see Arecia to see if she can cure it?”

Giving him an innocent look that didn’t quite reach her sassy light eyes, she not so subtly pushed the book back into where it was before, a slight shadow of a smile lingering on her lips. She fully expected him to turn on his probably daily waxed heel and storm out, like he was good at doing. (Unless of course a Nine fist came out of nowhere and punched him, thus cutting off any chance of escape.) “You could stop scowling so much Quon, I know you’re secretly thrilled to see me. After all, what other entertainment do you have around here? Unless of course, you want me to go grab Nine and drag him in. I’m sure he’d make a lovely person to talk to. He’s so good with the debates, at least debates that end with his fist in some unfortunate persons face.”, she snickered out. Nine really had gotten some brownie points when he had punched Quon for his snarkiness. Hell, she might even like the blonde dragoon, aside from not thinking he was the sharpest tool in the shed. He wasn’t dumb, just not…observant. Perhaps that was his problem.

Pulling out the ribbon, Carla couldn’t help the huge grin that covered her features, taunting him with her looks. When he told her to get lost and stormed away, her laughter followed him. “Kinda hard to get lost in a building I practically grew up in, don’tcha think Quony? I mean come on, I know this place like the back of my hand.” She spoke loud enough for him to hear, along with whoever else that was nearby. Walking all the way around until she was across from him, a bookshelf separating them, Carla pushed a few books to the side, giving him a taunting little smile from the mildly big hole she had made to look at him. “Wow Quon, I think that shiner gets bigger and bigger looking every new time I see it! If you ask me, I would say that it might be growing. When you go to see Arecia about that little problem of yours, you might mention that.”, waving his ribbon to and fro as she talked.

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Words:; 882
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Quon
Location:; The place of Quon-doom
Outfit:; Student uniform
Notes:;
Listening To:;[/color] What Have You Done - Within Temptation

[quon]

Oh if looks could kill…Carla and a good handful of people would be dead and buried right now. Quon kept his scowl going, even though it hurt his jaw and cheek like no other, he was not in the mood to be annoyed. It was a bad idea to come here, this was like the place of doom, his own personal hell right now…it would be best to be the better person, shut the hell up and walk off. Rolling his eyes at her so called comeback, Quon folded his arms across his chest and felt like scoffing, leaving, and being done with Carla for a few days, he’d already had his fill of annoying, pain, and humiliation for a lifetime, adding onto that was not on his list of thing to do. When she pulled a random book from a shelf and started acting like the smart ass she was, Quon let his gaze move from her face as many different ideas came to his head. Slamming the book up and into the girl’s face came to mind, or simply walking away, shouting over her words wouldn’t be a good idea, so he took what she was saying and completely threw it out the window.

“You’re really mature, you know.” He said sarcastically as his eyes narrowed on her, a distinct frown on his face, arms still folded. “Do you live to torture people? And you wonder why some people really don’t like you.” He said in a bitter tone as he dismissed her words altogether, feeling as if it was time to move on and leave her to be a rude woman to someone else. If she was going to be a bully, then maybe it was best she go pick on someone else. Quon was seriously on a fine line right now, ready to rage quit at any given moment. It was only a matter of time before he started going off on people for poking fun at him, it was funny at first, almost made him laugh a few times, but after being picked on and talked about for so long, it was to the point where there was just no humor in it anymore. Maybe transferring schools would be a good idea, get away from these people…start off new…perhaps even moving to another nation! Concordia seemed nice from what he had heard…but that was simply wishful thinking. He did have a job to uphold here…

…dang it.

Moving away from Carla and rounding into a different aisle of books, Quon felt his muscles stiffen as he heard the books being shuffled around, Carla’s voice breaking through them as she continued being her annoying and rude self. Moving over to where Carla had moved the books to make a hole so she could see through the shelf, Quon grabbed some of the books and slid them to in front of her face to block her from his view. He was fed up and done with her. “I’m done talking to you Carla.” He said before starting his stride out of the library. This had gone absolutely horribly. Had he not come here, he wouldn’t have ran into the stupid merchant, his temper wouldn’t have flared and he wouldn’t be feeling like the world was out to get him again. With a distressed sigh, he passed Carla’s aisle, passed a few students who had gazed at him since his bruise was showing now, and he threw the library doors open before striding out, wanting to put as much distance between himself and the persistently annoying ‘Merchant of Flame.’

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Words:[/color] 698
Muse:[/color] Good
Tagged:[/color] Carla
Wearing:[/color] Uniform + Robe thing
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] Quon muse demands an apology. LOLOLOL >.>

[Carla Ayatsugi]

After slipping the book back onto the shelf, Carla turned to study Quon once more. She could tell by his silence – which rarely happened- that he was probably imagining some way he could kill her in the public library and get away without anyone knowing it was him. The thought made her smile. Oh Quon. Didn’t he know that he would probably never win against her? That was just the way things went. She won, he lost. The problem was that he had no original ideas, and thus every insult he threw at her was something that had been said before. He needed to get some originality, or try a bit harder. He was such an easy target to tease, getting so worked up over nothing. That was the exact reason that Carla enjoyed tormenting him the most, probably even over class Zero. He was easy to pull a fast one on, or at least upset to this point. She couldn’t lie, it was amusing for him to go on his rants of anger toward her. Long ago she had put off her care if people disliked her. Now it just amused her.

Though she knew it was in sarcasm that he spoke, Carla put on the brightest smile she could muster, the same sparkle in her eyes. “Why yes, I do know that I’m mature Quon.” Smiling sweetly up at him, she clasped her hands in front of her, acting the demure woman. “I’m glad you think so too, because I pride myself in being just as mature as those around me. So perhaps it’s just the company I’m in right now as to why I’m so mature, don’t you think?”, she asked ‘innocently’. Oh Etro, but it was fun tormenting Quon.

Dropping her feigning of innocence, Carla grinned at him. “I don’t live to torment everyone, if that brings you comfort. Only some of the lucky ones. Don’t you feel spechul Quon? I think you should. Though I’m sure your mother and Arecia have told you plenty of times that you are. And Class Zero, the are too.” The funny thing was that Carla could either be charming or like this, tormenting. The only people she ever really tormented was Class Zero and Quon. Other then that, the other underclassmen and students, teachers and others liked her, thought she did well in school and worked hard, which she did…when not around those that she didn’t like so much.

He was done talking to her? Her laughter filled the silence around them as he shuffled books back into the spot she had taken them out of. Scooting them around so she could see him again, Carla felt the need to grin and wink. “Well, I’m not done talking to you Quony-Kins.”, she cheerfully spoke out, amusement in her voice once more. Placing all the books back, she asked the librarian for the book she had ordered and checked it out, a mischievous look on her face. Skipping after him, she opened the doors and caught up with him, humming as she did so, acting as if it were perfectly normal to be happily walking beside a stewing Quon. “You know, I checked this out for you. How thoughtful of me, right?”, she mentioned, walking in front of him while going backwards. Holding the book up, she drew her finger under the title. ’Ten ways to make yourself into a real man.’ looked back at him.

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Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Quon
Location:; Dramatically storming out of the library
Outfit:; Student uniform
Notes:;
Listening To:;[/color] Sick - Evanescence

[quon]

Carla was seriously going to get hurt if she kept this up. Was bullying what she was going after now? How pathetic. That was supposed to be all middle school stuff, and here she was, supposedly an adult – not likely in Quon’s eyes – and she was acting like a straight up bully, picking on him and not leaving him alone. It was to the point where Quon was ready to do something drastic just to shut her up…but alas, that would lead to even bigger problems than the thorn in his side that was Carla. Ignoring her words, tuning out her voice because he didn’t want to hear whatever it was she had to say, Quon just had a deadpan look on his face as he stormed out of the library, the blood under his skin was boiling, his anger was skyrocketing but his face…it read nothing other than irritation and a deadpan look. Carla was seriously pushing his buttons in the wrong ways, did people really think this was fun? How sickening.

Hearing quick footsteps coming after him, Quon felt the need to throw his hands in the air and yell out a very irritated sigh, but he kept calm, his expression still rather blank as he figured that Carla would shut up in due time, if not now…when? When she started speaking again, he didn’t give her a second glance, keeping his eyes forward as he strode at a quick pace, trying to keep it quick so he could eventually lose her but…that probably wasn’t going to happen for awhile. Glancing down at the book she’d gotten, Quon used his arm to shove it away from him, his expression becoming only slightly sour as he continued onwards, not saying a single word to the merchant who he was coming to despise with ever fiber of his being. Carla was going to regret all of this someday, of that he was sure.

Still walking, Quon was heading back towards his dorm, he was making quick steps, passing anyone and everyone and didn’t care whether they saw the beautiful bruise on his cheek or not. Anything would be worth it if it meant getting rid of Carla and her talking. With quick steps, he made it towards the boy’s dormitory, his mind set on slamming the door in her face and expecting her to walk away, but with Carla, that was never the case. With a quick whirl, he spun around and got right in Carla’s face, no longer walking, his facial expression still as deadpan as ever as he looked down at her shorter self. “Do you think of yourself as being funny? Because…I hardly call bullying funny.” He commented in the most serious tone ever, it wasn’t influenced by anger, but straight up seriousness. No doubt she would come back with a rude or mean response, but hey, at least he was putting the idea out there. All this hell she gave him…it was borderline bullying, cruel even. It was to the point where Quon wasn’t sure how much more he could take, after all…Carla wasn’t the only one who liked to poke fun at someone who just a little bit different than your average student.

High school, it really did suck, and because of that, Quon was ready to go talk to Arecia about transferring, whether she liked it or not.

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Listening To:[/color] Nothing
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