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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 8, 2008 16:55:35 GMT -5
"Five on Conlon." Blink said. He smirked. "Dear God, put some clothes on..."
Spot didn't let up for a second, and he wasn't going to. He'd kill Reilly if no one stopped him.
Helena pressed her face into Max's shoulder. She didn't want to watch this any longer.
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Post by Race on Jul 8, 2008 16:57:34 GMT -5
Race looked down,he was in his underwear in the middle of the hall. He grabbed his pants and wrote down Blinks bet, "ANYONE ELSE! C'MON PEOPLE WE JUS' GOT TIL BUBBLE BUTT GET'S HEAH!" he yelled,getting more bets and money,which he shoved in his pants.
Max watched some more, "it get's too bad I'll break it up.." he said.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 8, 2008 17:00:55 GMT -5
Lucky shrank down behind Helena's shoulder, shaking slightly. Things like this never happened at her school in California...
David saw how frightened Lucky was and draped an arm over her shoulder. "It'll be okay," he assured her. "Reilly and Spot are both pretty tough."
Lucky threw a quick glare at his arm on her shoulder, but didn't think too much else of it.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 8, 2008 17:09:38 GMT -5
Reilly was only half-conscious now, blood streaming from his nose, cuts and bruises on his face.
Spot stopped hitting him for only a moment and grabbed him by the collar, jerking his face up to where he could hear him. "Do you regret it yet?" Spot hissed through his teeth.
Reilly didn't say a word. Spot shoved him back up against the lockers and punched him again. Reilly's head went back and slammed into the lockers, dazing him a bit. Disoriented, he lashed out and hit Spot in the jaw. Spot put his jaw back in place and punched him back.
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Post by Race on Jul 8, 2008 17:11:51 GMT -5
Max sighed,went over and lifted Spot off the ground, flinging him over his shoulder, "Someone get Reilly.." he said, throwing Spot into one of the empty classrooms and going in after him.
"Bum..." Race said, running off with the money in his pants.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 8, 2008 17:16:14 GMT -5
Lucky looked around, and, noticing that most everyone else was going back to what they'd been doing before the fight, cautiously made her way over to Reilly, much to the horror of David. She pulled her sweater out of her bookbag and held it out to him. "Here... use this to stop the bleeding," she told him, gesturing towards the cuts on his face, as well as his bloody nose.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 8, 2008 17:22:16 GMT -5
Spot was fighting Max, trying to get loose. "LET GO! I HAD 'UM!" he roared, still seeing red. He hit the floor of the classroom and jumped back up. He was breathing heavily. He had a few cuts and bruises here and there, but he was way better off than Reilly. He hadn't lost it like that on someone in a few years.
Reilly looked up at her, then looked back down. "Nah, it's fine. I don't wanna ruin your sweater." he mumbled. His face was mostly covered in bruises and blood.
Helena came over to help. "Reilly, are you okay?" she asked softly.
"Fine," he muttered, using the lockers to get up and wincing, leaning against them.
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Post by Race on Jul 8, 2008 17:24:34 GMT -5
"YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM TOO!" Max roared,glaring at his younger brother, "He desoived what you did but ya need ta control ya tempah more! Hell I controlled mine bettah dan you an' dat's a foist!" he shook his head, "Beatin' ya best friend ta a pulp you'se aughta be ashamed of yaself..geez..." he felt funny saying all that,but he knew Spot and him didn't have someone to tell them stuff like that so he took it upon himself.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 8, 2008 17:26:31 GMT -5
Lucky shook her head, still holding the sweater out. "No, take it. You need it more than I do... and it's an ugly sweater anyway. I was forced to bring it," she told him, smiling slightly, but worry darkening her eyes.
David frowned, and sauntered over to where Blink stood. "I don't know if I like that," he mumbled, nodding towards where Lucky and Reilly were.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 8, 2008 17:35:47 GMT -5
"Thanks." Reilly said, taking it and pressing it to his face. "Guess I look like a train hit me, huh?"
Spot sat down on a desktop, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his face in his hands, attempting to calm himself before he lost it again. He hated getting yelled at, but he hated being proved wrong even more, and being lied to. He knew it was a stupid thing to do, but he couldn't stop himself. "I didn't see you doin' anything ta stop me." he mumbled through his fingers.
Helena's brow creased with worry.
Blondie came around the corner from taking care of something in the office and saw Reilly. "Oh my gosh! Reilly, what happened?"
Blink smirked and nudged David with his elbow. "Is someone jealous?"
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Post by Race on Jul 8, 2008 17:54:06 GMT -5
Max had Spot by the neck before he could stop himself, "Da hell you say ta me?" he said through gritted teeth.
Race came back fully dressed,he stared at Reilly, "Wow..."He said,then went over to David and Blink.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 8, 2008 18:22:05 GMT -5
Lucky knitted her brow as she watched Reilly soak up the blood with her sweater. "You do look pretty bad," she said softly, concerned.
David frowned. "I'm not jealous, I just..." He sighed angrily. "Shut up."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 8, 2008 18:24:54 GMT -5
Spot's eyes were cold and glaring. "What now?" he asked, looking straight in Max's eyes. "Gonna hit me like Da does you? Go ahead, I don't care..."
After being told what had happened Blondie's eyes grew wide. "Where's Spot now?" she asked.
"I'll be fine," Reilly assured Lucky. He still leaned against the lockers. "Sorry you had to see that."
Blink smirked. "You are..." he teased.
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Post by Race on Jul 8, 2008 18:30:16 GMT -5
Max glared at him,setting him down, "Don't you EVER compare me to that SOB," he said,his face tensing up,then shoved Spot out of the class room,locking the door behind him. He slunk down against a wall,screw second period,it would wait.
Race stared as Spot came out of the classroom," Where's Max?" he asked.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 8, 2008 23:34:43 GMT -5
"It's fine," Lucky assured Reilly, smiling warmly at him. "I knew New York schools were different."
David scowled. "I gotta get to class," he said, and turned on his heel and headed for his second period classroom.
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