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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 11, 2011 23:30:50 GMT -5
Jez growled under her breath as she yanked on her locker viciously before just giving up, and she leaned against her locker - hitting her head on the metal. Everyone else was gone - she was alone. How in the hell was she supposed to get home in time to finish up 3 songs, record them - which usually took at least 10 tries - and get her homework done without starving by having to miss dinner? She was already running behind on her schedule because of her stupid locker. Her blue eyes looked at her lock and she just hit her head on her locker again before huffing. "This is so fricking stupid!" She hissed, and kicked her locker out of irritation before turning and pressing her back against it. Did Jezalee mention she hated her locker? |
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jun 11, 2011 23:46:02 GMT -5
Jem walked by casually, of course he was late again, to see Jezalee at her locker. This girl was a blast to irritate. He was in a pretty good mood so he knew he had to stop by her. Paying more attention, it was clear that she was having some sort of trouble opening her locker. She looked frusterated and he wondered how far he could push her.
He took the time to watch her for a minute, getting pure enjoyment out of the fact that she was so annoyed. The way she kicked her locker made him want to burst into laughter. Finally, after composing himself, he approached, keeping a safe distance of a foot from her person. Ya'know.. Aggression doesn't often solve problems. Be passionate and understanding and maybe it'll open, he said with a smirk on his face. He often wore that smirk while with Jez. Besides, you won't get any luck opening it it you punch it inward.. you'll just jam it closed. Trust me..I'm a locker expert. I have a badge at home.
He crossed his arms across his chest while watching her locker, shaking his head. Such irresponsibility it had to take to forget how to open a locker.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 12, 2011 0:22:06 GMT -5
Jezalee huffed, and heard footsteps. She didn't look up, her own irritation consuming her as her pride began to build. She wouldn't ask for help - that would be terrible for her. Jez felt pathetic when she had to ask for help.
She most definitely didn't want the help if it was to save her life when she heard the person speak.
Jeremy. Fucking. Tornone.
She was screwed.
Her eyes looked at him in a glare, and she moved her shoulder a little to keep the bag that was hers there - on her shoulder. Watching him for a moment, her jaw tensed and she narrowed her eyes. "Piss off, Jeremy. I know how to open a locker - mine just isn't cooperating." She spat, her voice almost a hiss. If looks could kill, Jeremy Tornone would be dead too many times over to count.
"Besides, being an arrogant prick doesn't score you any brownie points." She added, scrunching her nose a bit before tucking one side of her hair behind her ear - which wasn't too difficult, even with a hat on.
"What're you doing here still anyways?"
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jun 12, 2011 7:40:49 GMT -5
Seeing how annoyed he made her just made him want to laugh. It was just plain amusing to him watching her get closer and closer to explosion..until she started to join the game. It took a lot to annoy him, but Jezalee Cross could usually achieve it, and she did in her first few words. He cringed. It's Jem..not Jer-- what you said. His face crunched in disgust before returning to offense. If I were your locker, I wouldn't cooperate either. Damn, you look like you just found out you were dying from some rare disease. She always looked like..super pissed off. It got kind of scary sometimes.
Her next words made him grin. I am an arrogant prick. Who says I want brownie points from you? For some people like Jezalee, he'd keep trying to get them to loosen up, even if it ticked them off first. But it was different with her. There was no messing with her. She was too smart, and it was better just to keep annoying her.
That's none of your business.. he muttered quickly. Jeremy missed the bus about three times a week, never having all his crap organized and ready to go. He had been on his way to his locker when he saw Jez. Everytime he missed it, he tended to hang out in the school until it became completely empty. If he had to walk home, he didn't want to do it right after school while a bunch of kids were out, just so they could watch him walk into his cruddy apartment building. It sure as hell isn't because I couldn't open my own locker. You can count on that.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 12, 2011 21:51:51 GMT -5
Jez smirked at him - and then raised an eyebrow as she grinned widely at him. "What was that, Jeremy?" She said, her grin turning back into a smirk. Then, her smirk faded as she shrugged. "I've been having issues with my locker all year, Jeremy." She said, exaggerating his real name. No way in hell was she going to call him by his nickname - which he preferred - when he annoyed the hell out of her.
"And I sometimes wish I would die because of how much you annoy me - then I amuse myself with the thought of it happening to you. Lovely, huh?" She said, flashing a fake smile before trying her combination again.
Jezalee went slow with the combination, getting every number exactly, and then she pulled.
Her locker didn't open.
"What the hell!" She snapped, and hit her head against her locker with an irritated groan. "I didn't mean brownie points from me, fils de pute stupide." She said, speaking French instead of saying her insult in English.
She was happy that she knew French now - at least if some adult of authority came by, she probably wouldn't get in trouble.
Her eyes glared at Jeremy, and she scoffed.
"I just did my combination perfectly a few seconds ago, and it still didn't open. The locker is a piece of crap, Jeremy. Not my fault." Jez said shortly, narrowing her eyes at him. Oh, how she wanted to just smack him, punch him, kick him right in his jewels, etc - whatever would hurt him. Her eyes were burning with the repulsion and loathing that she held for him.
And yet, her time was slowing ticking away and her schedule was getting even more tight-fitted at the moment.
"Besides," she said, turning back to her locker to do her combination again, "I have more important things to do than associate with someone such as yourself."
She hoped that was a low blow - but knowing him, it probably wasn't.
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jun 13, 2011 5:08:06 GMT -5
Jezalee grinning only made him feel worse. It was weird how much he was willing to put up with from her just so he could dish it back out. Hearing his real name used a few times in the same ten seconds drove him crazy. Enough with the creepy grin, Cross, I'd rather you go back to your man-scold. Trying to ignore that she even addressed him in her first few sentences, he replied, Well maybe you should take some kind of course, since I'm pretty sure nobody else has that issue. If you want, I can run home and get my badge, he said, not being serious at all. It was still far too early for him to think about going home.
His face crunched into confusion when she spoke French. He had trouble passing average classes, let alone the most difficult language spoken in the area. Even with the cognate she used, he couldn't figure out what she said. If you're gonna insult me, at least do it so I know what you're saying, he muttered.
He answered her next comment about feeling better with his annoyance by giving her an eye roll. In a way, that amused him, since he felt the same way about her. They had such a mutual hate, except she probably would be happier just staying away from him altogether, when he needed the constant satisfaction that something was bothering her. He felt much better as soon as she flipped because her locker didn't open. I'd try your combo for you just to show you that you're the problem, but that'd help you out, he said with a scoff. He knew it was her locker, though he'd never admit it. The school had really crappy lockers. But, he didn't have to admit it. It wasn't like she'd ever share her combination with him anyway.
Then she used his name again. Jeremy's fists became tense. It was the only thing that could really annoy him easily. Will you cut that out?!? He didn't even mention what he was annoyed about, Not that he needed to, he was certain she knew very well what she did. Taking a few breaths, he pressed on.
I'm pretty sure it's your fault, he added, just to irk her further. When she tried to insult him, he merely laughed. Aaw, Jezzy, that hit me like a knife. You surely don't mean it..you don't like our talks? He crossed his arms and leaned back into the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.
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Post by sarah on Jun 13, 2011 14:00:07 GMT -5
sarah was not a happy camper today. already, she had taken and failed a geometry exam, and her teacher made her late for lunch. the teacher wanted to have a "brief" conversation about her close to failing grades, which ended up being a good fifteen minutes long. by the time she even got to lunch, all the hot lunch was gone. she was hungry, irritated, and on top of that, she had a three hour lacrosse practice. outside. in 90 degree weather. "fml", at that point, was an understatement. especially when she cursed out her coach in the middle of practice.
that's why she was now wandering the halls of the school with her heavy lacrosse things. sarah was sweaty and tired, and pissed off that she now couldn't be picked up from school until five. it was only three now. there was only thing she knew was certain. she needed to put down her lacrosse stuff or else her shoulder was going to break off her body. she stomped upstairs and down the hallway to her locker, where she would store her stuff until her mom came to pick her up. or so she thought....
after countless curses and kicking a few other lockers, she came to the corner of the sophomore and junior hallways. she was about to turn down when she heard angry bickering voices behind her. there were a few insults in french, followed by some plain old english insults. it sounded like jezalee cross, whom she didn't know that well, but just about everyone said she was a bitch, and in gym class, she kind of seemed like it. then she heard an unfamiliar voice, a guy's voice, retorting back to her snide comments. she stood and listened, and then realized the guy was leaning on her locker. there was no way to get around them quietly now
"'scuse me." she said more boldly than she meant to. sarah walked out from being hidden and walked over to the male who was standing in her way. she made a motion that her locker was there and she wanted him to move. maybe a more rudely than necessary, but she was just in a bad mood in general. it didn't help that she stood inches shorter than both of them. sarah wasn't exactly the intimidating type. she did her combination quickly so they wouldn't see the numbers and it opened without a problem; she quickly shoved the lacrosse bag in, but kept the stick since it wouldn't fit.
"you know it's rude to insult people in french, or any language as a matter of fact. if you have something to say to him, say it to his face, in english" she said this still as her back was toward jezalee. sarah shouldn't have but in, but she couldn't help herself. "feeling feisty today, jezalee? might want to take it out on someone your own size. like.....that three hundred pound senior named...gregory? yeah, that should do." stop sarah stop! you're getting into dangerous territory. once you get too far in, you can't get back out!
she leaned on her lacrosse stick, chin resting on the top of it, since it was about the same height as her. sarah was one of the shortest on her team at five feet two inches. "i don't believe i've met you before." sarah said, quickly turning her focus tot he blond boy standing next to her. "i'm sarah. you are...?" amazing, she wanted to finish. it didn't seem like a lot of people had enough guts to talk back to jezalee.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 13, 2011 19:21:01 GMT -5
Jezalee rolled her eyes. "Too bad, Jeremy." She said, shrugging a shoulder at him. "But if you do run home, please stay there. Or at least get me a crowbar to use on you." She said, a little laugh coming from her at the thought of her going all batter on his ass with a crowbar. It would be very amusing, and satisfying - for her. She didn't care if it was anything good for him, which it wouldn't be in any way.
And then a girl came along, and got in their little banter.
Jez just scoffed at what she said. "Well, doesn't talking to someone rudely like the way you are make you a hypocrite from what you just told me? Then again," she said, shaking her head, "I honestly don't care for your opinion, Sarah." she said, her voice completely cold now.
Sarah Mayer - she was a jock. Jocks and populars mixed - therefore, Jez didn't want anything to do with the girl.
Her twin brother, Anthony, was a popular and she hated him and vice versa. He made her life hell, she returned the favor. Jocks and populars were the people that she absolutely despised - with the addition of Jeremy there as well.
At Sarah's suggestion as to pick on someone her own size, and the recommendation, Jezalee just laughed a little bit before answering her. "That was just oh so hurtful - but you know, being a bitch towards a bitch like myself - well, not really anything but wasting breath." She said, sarcastic. "Oh! But you know, butting into something that's none of your business - that's considered rude, isn't it?" Jezalee said, giving a fake, sweet smile before dropping it. "So, wouldn't that make you a hypocrite?" She said, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes were cold now as they stared at Sarah, completely opposite from when she had been speaking to Jeremy. Then, her blue eyes had been taunting but now they were like ice.
"Go screw yourself, Jeremy." She said, flashing a smirk at him. But all the taunting was gone - there was only a cold, frigid girl left now who had tension radiating off her in the direction of the present jock.
Jez was actually scary in every way of the word when she was like this - cold, sarcastic, not really betraying any emotion that could show she could even smile.
And she was pissed.
At Jeremy Tornone, her arch nemesis, and Sarah Mayer, a jock that already had her eternal loathing by being a jock.
This was Jez Cross for ya.
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jun 13, 2011 20:10:30 GMT -5
My bad.. he muttered while moving out of the girl's way, not really paying attention to her until she started talking to Jez like they hated each other almost as much as Jez and Jem. A smirk grew on Jem's face as the girl continued to speak to Jez. It was clear after the first few words that Jezalee was not pleased with this girl joining the conversation. He didn't know the girl, but Jez sure did. For a moment, it was amusing. He let the girl cut in. After she told Jez that it'd be more civil to insult him in english, which was, of course, true, he began to speak. I can speak for mysel-- and he stopped as she continued to insult Jezalee. This chic messed with Jezalee Cross? Who the hell did she think she was? Jem wanted to know her already.
The girl was surprisingly unfamiliar and her long brown hair was attractive to Jem. She was pretty and small, but something about her facial expression said she was aggressive. Not that he needed her expression to tell that about her. She jumped right into offense as soon as she got between them. Jem started to laugh while looking at Jezalee. Jez, you never told me you had a friend. This is a complete shock to me. Why haven't you introduced us? He turned toward the girl again and nodded. Hey there, Sarah, nice entrance. I'm Jem.. and he turned with a glare at Jezalee. Quit calling me that! I'd rather you said crap about me in French again.
Jeremy loved to hate Jezalee. It was a strange relationship. And to think that anyone else in the school had the same weird interaction going on with her made him curious. From what he could tell..Sarah and Jez didn't like each other at all, not even just to hate each other. They didn't act the same way. He didn't completely hate Jezalee. If she died, he'd be bummed not to have her around to be that person to annoy him. As strange as it was, that's what he felt. He almost felt a tiny bit guilty that now it was two on one, but not enough to show any signs of that, or come close to admitting it.
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Post by sarah on Jun 13, 2011 20:37:00 GMT -5
"you see, that probably does make me a hypocrite. but at least i'm saying what needs to be said in english i don't hide behind foreign words." sarah merely shrugged at jezalee's cold demeanor. she wasn't expecting anything less from the ice queen. "i guess the rumors were right about you....you are a bitch." sarah wasn't usually one to go by what others said, but in this case, it was true. i guess she'd never doubt gossip again. doesn't mean she'll engage in it though. she did wonder how anthony cross could possibly be related to her. he seemed....nice. to her at least. they were complete opposites, except for in looks.
"what can i say, i'm a rude person." she said back to jezalee's insults, seemingly unfazed. when sarah was in a bad mood, nothing got to her. when she was on a roll, she got about ten times worse. normally, she was a nice, sweet person, but today it was the complete opposite. "oh, your going to tell him to go masturbate? is that honestly the best insult you have?" she didn't mean to say that out loud, and immediately started to blush. sarah wasn't one for saying words such as 'masturbate', but she automatically felt like she needed to protect him for some reason. which made no sense for obvious reasons.
"jeremy? i thought you said your name was jem?" ahh, it was probably a nickname. he seemed to be getting flustered when she used his full name. so jem didn't like his full name, and jezalee was using that against him. "it seems like he prefers jem. what if i called you...leelee? or something otherwise stupid..." chances are, that probably was one of jezalee's nicknames. or maybe she didn't like nicknames? she seemed to hardcore for that.
sarah liked jem already. she chuckled at his snide comments. "i wouldn't exactly call myself a friend.." she gave him a quick smile. "thanks. i try to make my entrances as interesting as possible." sarah flipped her lacrosse stick up in the air and caught it again. "i only know a few words of french, i do believe they kind of pertain to you. salope, mange ma merde." she wondered if jezalee knew what that meant, and if she did, sarah was screwed.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Jun 13, 2011 21:29:17 GMT -5
Jez raised an eyebrow at Sarah. "I'm not hiding behind foreign words - I actually like to speak other languages in regular conversation, arguing, banter, whatever the hell it is at the moment." She said, and then stiffened a little when Sarah spoke of the rumors about her. She knew them - her own brother had started them. It didn't hurt her, though.
"Only when someone comes up to me, insults me and interrupts any current socialization I had at the moment and then is also in association with my brother - who in fact had started the rumors of me being a bitch when he had gotten irritated with me for one little thing. Nice to know where your sources come from." She said coldly, and then tried her combination again.
Her locker opened this time.
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and then reached in her locker immediately for her chord book. Her hand grabbed it and she ran her fingers over it before she put it in her bag.
Jezalee was more collected when she wasn't looking at them directly, and she felt more content when she had both her chord book and her lyrics notebook with her - and they were both now in her bag.
"I'm just getting tired of being antagonized by two beings who think they're being productive with the waste of breath toward me." She said, shooting a sarcastic smile toward Sarah.
As soon as it was there, she let it fall and looked back to her locker.
"And Jeremy, Sarah isn't my friend, I don't even consider her an acquaintance, and I'm happy you find my annoyance amusing." She said, her voice like steel.
Then, when Sarah said something about how it would be if she called Jez 'LeeLee', well...why did she care?
"I don't particularly care whether someone calls me a nickname. I've been addressed as plenty of different names. Jezalee, Jez, Jezzy, Lee, Lee-Lee, Cross," a masochistic smile came to her lips, "bitch, ice queen, brat, good-for-nothing whore, cold-hearted harpy. I don't really care - when my brother and I were on better terms, he called me Lee-Lee. So...what's the point of calling me something different than my given name if it doesn't bother me?" She said, shrugging a bit before she grabbed the books that she needed for her homework.
But, as Sarah spoke French, Jez rolled her eyes. "'Bitch, eat my shit'? Is that the best insult you've got? Not very good, really." She said, her voice feigning thoughtfulness. Then, she took a few papers out of her locker that had snippets of lyrics.
She sifted through them, and glanced up at them. She flashed a devilish grin.
"Donc, j'espère que vous deux vont en enfer et y brûler pour l'ensemble de votre vies pathétique." She said, her French sharp and crisp as she rolled her eyes and continued looking at the loose pieces of papers in her hands.
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jun 14, 2011 16:24:44 GMT -5
Jem continued to watch as the two fought. Chic fights were the most amusing fights of all to watch, with cruddy come-backs thrown back and forth. He couldn't have done any better, so there was no point in jumping in until he felt the need. The smirk never left his face as he listened to them bicker. He was surprised that with all the time he spent with Jezalee (which was surprisingly a lot and for some reason they couldn't avoid one another no matter how much they tried), he hadn't seen Sarah before.
Having Sarah fight back felt just plain good to him, even if he did feel kind of foolish for letting a girl answer for him. He knew that it wasn't like she was doing it for him, and that she was probably doing it more so to get back at Jez, but it was still nice. Sarah had been a pleasant surprise to the afternoon and it wasn't so bad anymore that he had been late again.
The girls had been spitting out crap about Jez's brother, and then how they were both being stupid and didn't insult the right way, and then something about Sarah having a right to jump in since Jez was being a prick. Something like that, Jem sort of zoned out from what they were saying and focused more on what Jez's facial expressions were. Man, that chic can look scary when she wants to.
Finally it was time for him to jump in again. Looking at Sarah, he replied, It is. Jem. He exaggerated the one-syllabled name clearly. Jezaleelee just forgets sometimes, he muttered. Bummed that Jez had gotten her locker open, he took a few steps toward her again. Congratz, now you can borrow my badge if you want. I deem you worthy of something..don't get used to it. His face showed obvious fake concern at what Jez said next. I do not always antagonize you..nor do I waste my breath doing it-- he said before cutting himself off at hearing her repeat, once again, Jeremy. If you call me that one more time, I swear I'll shove your notebook down your damn throat, he said,losing his temper.
It was annoying how Jezalee could get to him sometimes, but he didn't have the same method of fighting back toward her. He wondered how Sarah did it, how she seemed to really easily get under Jez's skin. You succeed, he said sincerely to Sarah regarding her attempt to make a good entrance. He already had a better impression of her, hardly knowing her at all, than he did with Jez. Hearing French again, he shot a glare at Jezalee, only being pushed toward his edge more quickly when she chose to switch languages again. I'm right here! Even if you're not talking about me, you should really give me your overly cocky voice in english.
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Post by sarah on Jun 20, 2011 9:39:41 GMT -5
"I just like to speak foreign languages blah blah blah. I wouldn't think that you were smart enough to learn foreign languages in the first place." Sarah said with a smirk. "And I'm quite happy withh where my resources come from. Your brother is great. Nice, for starters. Nice to me anyway." There was something strange between Anthony and Jezalee, she didn't know why they seemed to despise each other so much. There had to be a story behind that.
"Well I've got a few other nicknames for you, but I don't suppose they would be appropriate to say out loud" Sarah ignored Jezalee's constant jibes to insult her. Usually Sarah didn't act this way, so she was still surprised she got herself into this conflict in the first place. To protect a stranger...sometimes she didn't understand herself. Shhe laughed suddenlly at Jezalee making fun of her french. "Hey, I take German, and I'm barely passing that. Excuse me thhat I have a life and can't learn a thousand languages in my spare time."
She rollled her eyes when Jezalee kept speaking French, which sounded like a cat throwing up. Sarah let her finish before saying "Jem here if right, you're so annoying."
"Ohh, Jezalee's forgetful, eh? I guess that's what happens when you've got an IQ of your shoe size." She watched Jem and Jezalee go back and forth about a few things. She started spinning her lacrosse stick out of habit. "Go ahead, shove the notebook down her throat. I'd love to see that." Jezalee had a big enough mouth figuratively at least. She poked Jem on the nose with the tip of her lacrosse stick and chuckled.
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