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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 9, 2011 17:06:46 GMT -5
((A 1x1 between me and Terr~ DEDICATED TO MEMS AND ASH, WHO HELPED MAKE THIS MOMENT POSSIBLE))
They were gone. Amy had never been looked at with such hateful eyes, and she felt rather sick. He had stormed away, with her at his heels - off somewhere else, to have some fun, without her.
The cheerleader stood, on an all but empty street in Bullworth Town, shoulders shaking. She felt strange. Out-of-sorts. Lost, shocked, and above all, angry. She was suddenly aware of the thick, black leather still clutched in her hands. Dark eyes drifted down to the boy sprawled awkwardly at her feet. She resisted the urge to stomp on him.
With a grunt, Amy shoved him away, and tossed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"Way to block my cock, greaseball."
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 9, 2011 17:27:29 GMT -5
Tony, as a result of being shoved, fell forward. He coughed, his one hand going to his scarred neck where Emil had kicked him. He felt like he would puke. He coughed again and spit on the ground, eyes closing. He was panting.
That German kid didn't taste good either.
After a few seconds of trying to compose himself, he slowly turned to look at Amy.
"Way to block my cock, greaseball."
His heart jumped into his throat. He wanted to puke. He looked away from the brown eyed girl, looking down at the ground. He actually wanted to cry.
But, of course, he didn't.
"I am sorry..." He said softly. His voice was hoarse from being punched in the throat.
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 11, 2011 21:09:59 GMT -5
Amy drew in a sharp breath. She didn't know whether she should be upset with him or not - he had ruined her chances of getting with that cute German boy, and when she thought about it, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He had been gorgeous, and suave, and spoke with an accent that made her heart race. But, something wasn't right. There had been something in the way he moved, the expression in his face when Tony had turned on him. Only when the punches started flying did he try look happy.
"I am sorry..." was all the Greaser said. He coughed, and rubbed his throat with a scarred hand. All the boy's energy seemed to have drained, and he sat on the pavement, head bowed and shoulders heaving.
An awkward pause settled between the two. Amy felt that she should say something, but wasn't sure what. From across the street, she saw the passing townspeople staring. Cheeks burning, she seized Tony by the arm, and tried to get him off the ground as gracefully as possible.
A dark bruise swelled just below Tony's unscarred eye. His greased hair was a mess, sticking up in strange places and hanging over his forehead. Beads of blood speckled his lower lip, and dripped down over his twisted burns towards his chin. He allowed the cheerleader to help him to his feet, but kept his gaze fixed on the sidewalk.
It might have just been her imagination, but Amy could feel the stares of onlookers. All she wanted was to go back to school, and hide away in her dorm forever - but if she just walked away now, with Tony all bashed up like this, she would look like the biggest jerk on the planet. And she wouldn't feel too great, either.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Tony was quiet, staring at his feet. Though she wasn't sure why, Amy felt guilty. She grabbed his sleeve with a hesitant hand, and they ducked into a nearby alleyway - Amy was sick of standing in the street, where everyone could see.
Once safely hidden behind Shiny Bikes, Amy pushed Tony's hair from his face, and busied herself with fixing the boy's hair. She pretended not to notice the way he flinched at her touch.
"It's your own fault, you know," she said simply.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 17, 2011 19:00:42 GMT -5
Tony tried to turn his head away, but that only served to make him cough more. Ow, yeah, that was not happening. He turned his head back, bowing it, letting Amy fix his hair. She was... she was actually touching him?
"I... uh..." He pulled on the end of his jacket, wanting to just curl up and die. Or cry. He preferred dying, it would save him humiliation for being a crybaby. "I know... I sorry...."
He glanced back up, around the ally. Alone with her.... how did she know he wouldn't hurt her? Not that he would! He would hurt Amy, he would hate himself if he did. Was making her mad the same thing as hurting her? God, he hoped not. Did he fuck up his chance with her?
Who was he kidding, what chance?! He never had a chance with such a perfect-- such an amazing girl. He would be alone forever.
Tony backed up, away from her, and shoved his hands in his pockets. His face hurt. "We... uh... you had to go back to school, yes?" He glanced up at her. He looked like an injured puppy the way he looked at her. "Is you hurt?" His eyes guided over her arms. If she was hurt, he would never forgive himself, and that German kid would best sign his death warrant.
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Post by professorpineapple on Mar 24, 2012 3:48:52 GMT -5
((Oh wow, I thought we'd gone further than this. SORRY BROSKI))
"I... uh... I know... I sorry..."
Neither of them spoke for a while. Just watching the scrap left Amy feeling drained, and Tony looked worse than she'd ever seen him. There was something surreal about this whole thing, hiding away with such a scary-looking brawler.
Greasers were intimidating enough - big guys in leather jackets, with mean eyes and a constant, underlying smell of smoke - but none of them had ever frightened her the way Tony had. She could remember the first day she saw him in class, the way he sat in the back of the classroom, like some kind of horror movie villain. When their eyes met, Amy remembered the pang of panic in the back of her brain, the way she'd cracked a nervous smile and turned away. Now, that seemed so ridiculous.
He was practically cowering now. Maybe it was nerves, the sudden drop in adrenaline. Amy tried to rationalize it, but she couldn't shake the guilt that weighed down her insides. This wasn't his fault, not really - if she hadn't been making such a show, Tony wouldn't have gotten his good side bashed in. It wasn't like she didn't know. The way he looked at her, the way his tough exterior would drop, just for a second, and his face would flush and he'd stumble over his words - well, moreso than usual. She knew, but in that moment, she hadn't cared.
The realization came like bile in the back of her throat. God...who even does that?
Of all the guys she could've blown off, why'd it have to be this one? What was wrong with her?
The feel of his disheveled hair disappeared from under her fingers, as Tony stumbled back, cringed away from her. "We... uh... you had to go back to school, yes?"
For some reason, Amy was startled. Did he want her to go away? It shouldn't have surprised her - it was only a matter of time before he got tired of being led on.
Then he turned those eyes on her - those big, green eyes. She could have imagined it, but they seemed to gleam. "Is you hurt?"
Amy swallowed hard, shook her head. He didn't sound angry. Maybe she could still fix this mess.
"No, no, it's fine," she found herself saying. "Can I, uh, take you somewhere? You need a doctor? Want me to walk you home?"
Tony hesitated, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Amy just wished she knew what was going on inside that head of his. Was he angry? Hurt? Disgusted? Did she scare him, somehow? All she knew was that he was upset, shaken, and she wanted it to go away.
"I'm sorry," Amy blurted. "I'm really sorry. What do you need?"
((ahgsfdha sorry this post took like a freaking YEAR D8 ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 24, 2012 4:14:14 GMT -5
((you're 3 months off from a year, bby :'D Reply coming when I wake up))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 7, 2012 9:15:51 GMT -5
Tony looked back down once she began asking if he was alright, if he needed a doctor. He probably did. His wrists hurt, his neck was sore, and it was difficult to breathe. Not to mention the throbbing in his temple.
He shook his head after a moment, taking a deep breath as the world spun. Too fast. "No, no, i-is fine. Need nothing."
Leaning back against the wall, he tried to steady his breathing, not daring to look up. "You no should seen that... I, uh, I sorry." He pushed his sore fingers through his hair. Damn, were his hands shaking? Probably from the adrenalin wearing off.
Amy shook her head, "It's... it's already done, it's fine. Are you sure you're alright?"
Tony swallowed hard, glancing up at her. What did she think of him? Did she think him a brute? A jerk? Some greaseball who tried to rumble with everyone passing? Probably. She would run back to school and down talk him, the freakish greaser boy, to her friends.
He fucked up so bad.
Tony's stomach twisted and he suddenly had the urge to puke. He was screwed now. Amy was probably scared of him now.
Swallowing down bile, he nodded, looking back down. "Is fine..."
((ehehe oh wow this sucks hard))
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 7, 2012 15:40:00 GMT -5
"Is fine..."
Even as he said this, he certainly didn't look fine. Amy stood quietly for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, she gave a small sigh, slumped against the wall beside him - not too close, but close enough. Tony shifted noticably, but he still didn't face her. She was at his 'bad' side, the side warped with scars.
She laced her fingers together at her lap, looked up toward the sky. A hopeful part of her waited for him to speak first, but she knew that he wouldn't.
"I didn't know he'd be so... He looked normal enough, you know?"
She chanced a sideways glance at him, but his eyes remained downcast.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think... I mean - ugh, I don't know."
Amy realized she'd been wringing her hands. It wasn't like her to get tongue-tied - she wished she knew what she was supposed to say. But it was hard to tell what he was thinking, especially from this angle. It made her feel flustered. She just wanted him to say something.
"Listen," the cheerleader stammered on, "You don't need to go around hitting people for my sake. I'm not worth that kind of trouble, you know?"
((Wow, this should not have taken as long as it did.))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 7, 2012 16:53:23 GMT -5
Tony chanced a quick glance at her, but didn't dare turn his head.
"Listen,you don't need to go around hitting people for my sake. I'm not worth that kind of trouble, you know?"
Tony blinked at that, and his brows frowned. He straightened up a bit, fingers fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. He wanted to fish out his lighter and start flicking it open and closed, but he thought it would make her nervous. The zipper didn't calm his nervous as much as his lighter would.
He wanted a cigarette.
"He would have hurt you..." He mumbled quietly, and Amy took a second before she noticed he spoke. "In many a ways...."
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 7, 2012 17:29:30 GMT -5
"Yeah." she said, and leaned her head back against the rough, brick wall behind them. "I guess so, yeah."
Amy tried to remember her first impression of the German boy, in those moments when he'd seemed harmless. All she could think about were those harsh eyes, and that cruel smile. It made her feel sick just thinking about it.
REL would be fine, she knew. The girl was a basket case herself, but she was fierce. Amy couldn't imagine a situation where REL wouldn't take control. Besides, Emil might even be into that.
But Amy wasn't like REL. Not even close. Even if Tony hadn't jumped in, that horrible side of the handsome boy would've shown itself eventually, somehow - Amy didn't know what she would have done.
"I could handle it," she insisted, though it felt like a lie, "Don't be getting yourself all roughed up over me. Not over anything, if you can help it. Please?"
She felt her face grow hot. This wasn't right, she was wording it all wrong. It sounded like she was scolding him.
"I mean, thank you," she mumbled. "You probably saved me a lot of trouble. I just... don't like you getting all beat up and stuff."
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 7, 2012 17:35:08 GMT -5
Tony's cheeks flushed and he bit back a smile, "Is... is okay. Me can beating. Is no, uh, trouble." He was getting more confidant to talk to her, he noticed, and it would screw him up eventually. He'd say something wrong and she'd end up hating him.
Why couldn't she just walk away?
"T'at boy can't hurt me as much as he, erm, could have hurt you." He glanced at her, biting on his lower lip.
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 7, 2012 20:26:20 GMT -5
"But he still hurt you." said Amy, her tone serious. "I don't like that."
She met his eyes again, noted the way his bruised face was flushed red. Unslightly as he was, she couldn't help but feel her chest tighten.
They must have looked so strange, she realized, slumped side-by-side in a dingy alleyway. But for once, Amy didn't care much about that. No one would find them there - not Emil, or REL, or Mandy, or any of those Bullworth folks with their prying eyes. She'd never been alone with Tony before, and hated the lousy circumstances that had brought them there. It wasn't like she'd imagined at all.
They went silent again. Tony was noticably fidgetting with his pocket, and Amy wondered if she was being too forward. She let her eyes wander from his face, just in case. A half-rusted trashcan stood not far away, and she could see a bundle of old newspapers poking up from the top.
There were rumors about pretty much everyone at Bullworth Academy. It was said that Tony was something of a pyromaniac - he liked to burn things for fun. Christy said he'd even lit himself on fire, that's how much he liked it, but Amy knew to take everything she said with a tablespoon of salt. But then, she chanced a glance back at him, caught him absently turning a lighter over in his burned fingers.
Tony caught her glance, and crammed the lighter back into his pocket, as though embarrassed. But when Amy looked up into his face again, her lips curled into a smile. She nodded her head toward the trashcan.
"Hey, uh, how's about a bonfire?" she asked. "That's your kinda thing, isn't it?"
It was completely out of left field, but Amy hoped that her hunch was right - she hated seeing him pull such a long face. It was the least she could do, really.
((I rewrote this post like six times and I still don't know what I'm getting at *flips table and ollies off the earth* ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 13, 2013 21:22:54 GMT -5
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