Breaking Paper Hearts With Sharp Tongues [Closed]

[Adam Cayden]

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Get me out of my mind gets you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood.

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Tap, tap, tap. The pencil drumline continued onward its textbook drum set. The ebony-haired boy turned his face towards the entrance of the library which still remained closed. Where the hell was his partner? They had a project to do! This partner essay-thingy wouldn't just write itself. Adam sighed and slowly set to work.

Mister Knox shall complete his assignment with the help of Mister Cayden. Likewise shall Mister Kepp and... And so Adam's fate had been decided.

What kind of jerk had he been paired up with? Adam didn't have much of an idea; the most he had to exchange with the boy was a hello. The kid didn't look evil per say, but he didn't look like the pleasant type. The scowl that had touched the second year's face was practiced.

So here he was, just waiting for the fun to begin. Their 1000 word essays were due in 2 days with each respective prewrite and research. They were to put up a debate of sorts; one man on each pro and con. They had a list of topics to choose from; Adam was personally leaning towards the moral consequences of abortion amongst the other current events. Not that he would particularly enjoy writing about anything.

Finally, almost dramatically, the doors to the library opened wide and a boy stepped in. About time, Adam thought as he stared down at his watch.

He did a once over of the boy, and grimaced plainly. This boy would be a character to work with, wouldn't he? He walked with arrogance; the crookedly-straight posture of the upper class. No doubt this kid was loaded, or in the least his family. Oh, this would be just fun, wouldn't it?

Adam swallowed his pride with a cough and stood to greet the other boy. "Adam Cayden," he murmured at a volume of which was appropriate for the library. No one paused to so much as glance at him as he spoke. "You're a tad late... but we'll just make up for lost time."

He hated how he sounded as he spoke; so formal. It was so unlike himself that even he did a double take. For a couple of hours he would survive like this, but this kid would get to know him well enough, Adam was certain.

[Adam Cayden]

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Get me out of my mind gets you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood.

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The smooth move that Blake had been able to pull about the master keys, Adam could have never accomplished. He was smart enough, like the rest of the boys here, but not extraordinarily. His family wasn't known for money either. In this school, he was just the average Joe Blow. And besides, to most teachers he looked like a trouble maker, supposedly. Not to say that he wasn't mischievious, but he hadn't rightfully acquired the reputation just yet.

Sure, Adam had supposed it was 'rude' to mention the fact that the boy had arrived 5 minutes late, but he hadn't ever been one to mind his manners around his peers. He could be nice enough to boys his age, but never would they be treated with the respect that he was forced to show to adults. And, if anyone ever asked that of him, they could shove it up their ass.

However how rude his comment may have been, the reply was more than what was called for: "Oh no. I arrived exactly on time. I arrived exactly when I reasoned to, so I was not late. You were early."

At first, Adam lightly smiled and even chuckled; the kid was being sarcastic. Trying to be funny. Alright, he could go along with a little humor. When the smile and laugh wasn't returned, and Adam was looked on with demanding eyes, the first year's cheeks began to rosie in color.

Once again, Adam roughly coughed into his shoulder to hide a sigh. "Maybe my watch is just fast then," he murmured as he took his seat once again. As Blake spoke, he shrugged his shoulders. "I can do most of the topics listed, but I have more information on the pro-life and teenage pregnancy topics."

Ew, babies. Adam didn't really hate children or anything, but he did think they were some vile creatures. All they did was puke and poop and eat and all that shit. Hell, he was really just afraid of knocking a girl up. Well, if he ever got with a girl, at least.

Adam's blush had faded and so he looked up at his partner. "Are there any you're leaning towards?" He would try to be fair about this at least, but he damn well hoped that they could just do the one he proposed; he had all the research taken care of... at least for his half of the debate.

Hey, just because the beginning of this meeting hadn't gone over so well, didn't mean it couldn't change, right? "So, you're in your second year here? I'm only in first... but it's not that bad here." Lie. Lie. Lie. Adam hated it here. This place was boring. He had no friends. Perhaps this little project would turn it all around... hopefully?

[Blake Knox]

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long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want

Blake's anger toward the kid softened as it was satisfied with the kid's embarrassment. His clock was fast? So he was making excuses for Blake now? Honestly, the Prince could not be more pleased. Okay, so maybe it was just a slip of the tongue. Blake could understand that. Or maybe Blake was making excuses for the kid now. But, frankly, he might actually get to like him. He was smart enough to apologize, and if he was dumb, like Blake's previous partners, he would be a valuable slave.

He flipped through the packet to the topic Adam suggested. Trying not to laugh to himself at the subject - teen pregnancy? Well, that was something that Blake would never have to worry about. Sure, he had done two girls earlier in his life, but that was protected and he didn't enjoy it. So, unless he got it from being- But the point was, it was a topic that Blake had little relation to. Not that it mattered. Writing a paper on teen pregnancy wouldn't be that challenging.

Blake shrugged, "yeah that's fine." And he quietly flipped his notebook to an empty page and began writing. "What side are you on then? As I said, I can do either." Blake broke out a Snickers bar, split it in half, and passed it over to Adam, "eat so you don't go falling asleep. This is going to be a long night. I want to get the whole rough draft done tonight."

Chewing the chocolate down Blake began to write down notes on his paper. He found it better to brainstorm before writing. Of course, if he didn't write them down then he was thinking about it, then he would forget it later. Filing up the page slowly, he glanced up at Adam to see what his reaction before looking back down at his paper. Hopefully he could get this done fast, so he wouldn't have to spend all night in this stupid library with this first year. "Yeah, it is my second year, and I fucking hate it here. But it is the only way to ditch my parent's shit, so here I am." Small talk wasn't bad, as long as it didn't distract them from their central goal.

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'Cause you are everything I'm not

[Adam Cayden]

Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid
Sit back relax, sit back relapse again.

If Adam would have realized just how pleased he made "The Prince", he would have laughed outright. Well, if making excuses for "The Prince"'s blunders was all it took to satisfy him, then they would make a good pair; Adam could bullshit excuses for days on end.

The topic Adam had chosen wasn't one he particularly enjoyed he much rather liked to fantasize about the baby making and not the actual pregnancy part. It was the end result of sex that scared him shitless.

"I'm pro abortion," Adam murmured as he turned to a page as well and lifted his pencil to begin writing. He leaned down to reach for his back under the table; which had consequently wrapped around the leg of Blake's chair. He struggled to get his papers out while trying not to disturb the other; he only retrieved half of the notes he had written and printed out from several websites.

As Adam again sat up he found a piece of chocolate sitting on his stack of papers; he lightly smiled. Okay, the kid acted a little stuck up, but he made up for it. Adam + Chocolate = Best friend for the day. He would take this as an apology then for being late and the nasty snobby reply that followed.

The whole rough draft done tonight? Adam wouldn't complain out loud, but he didn't have plans to be stuck in the library all night. As soon as light's out came, so was he. He wasn't worried about getting everything finished; while he was a procrastinator, he always managed to get his assignments completed.

Adam found it a little surprising that Blake hated it here too; he didn't seem like the rebellious type. Sure, cocky and stuck up maybe, but not exactly a rebel. And to hear that he hated his family too, well that wasn't as much of a shock. Adam personally loved his family, but he knew he was amongst the few his age. He hated to be apart from them at this school; apart from his mother especially. She always had a way of making things alright.

"Well, where is home for you, anyway?" Adam asked. Maybe it wasn't the best question to offer; the other had just made it clear that he didn't appreciate his home life. It was not a smart move to dwell on it longer.

Adam did his best to continue writing while talking, but he found that his hand formed each letter a little slower as he spoke. He wasn't good at multitasking at all. And, as stated before, he wasn't worried about this project. [/size]

[Blake Knox]

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long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want

"I'm pro abortion," the boy said before disappearing underneath the table. Blake shrugged and crossed out a few ideas on his papers and added more. He ignored the fact that his partner was under the table, doing what ever the hell he was doing, and thought about his paper. This shouldn't be too hard. After all, he already had a lot of ideas and there certainly was enough stuff written on the topic. He had absently began chewing on the end of his thumb, but was snapped back by someone in the library dropping a book.

He noted that Adam had already noticed the chocolate, and he also had his own research. That alone was a silent relief to Blake. He didn't want to have to throw research at the kid, like the last partner he had. Had Adam been planning on doing this all along, or just researched abortion. Why would he be just researching abortion then? It was an interesting thought, but Blake brushed it off. He was wasting valuable time! If he wanted to get a flawless paper written, by tonight, then he hadn't time to waste.

Blake was just about to get back to work when he heard a question. A question no one had ever dared to ask him, no matter how much he bitched about Eddingborough or his house. Who the fuck just drew this kind of question out into a casual conversation? Adam Cayden apparently. He should have kept that in his pants. That, question. "Well, where is home for you, anyway?"

Where was home? Blake set his pen down, and stared at Adam for a minute. How did he except Blake to answer a question like that? If someone were to ask him that he'd say his house of course. It was home. But he was sure that wasn't what Adam was inferring. Where did he feel like home? The thought irked him. Because, honestly, Blake had never felt like he was comfortable. Not while his parents never knew the truth about him. Not while he put on this shitty, A student, face for them. But it also wasn't when he saw them disappointed. It wasn't when he was twisted in the sheets, with another man. He had never felt anything special, and no place he wanted to return to. His gaze on Adam became hazy, and he stared blankly at the wall behind Adam. The color of the wall was white. Just... white.

"What fucking kind of a question is that?" Blake asked as he zoomed back in on reality. Looking back to Adam. Yes, he could act like he just didn't want to answer, all he wanted. But the fact was, Blake didn't have an answer. And he didn't have a home. "Why don't we just get to work? Hm? Or do you want to talk about your home?"

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'Cause you are everything I'm not

[Adam Cayden]

Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid
Sit back relax, sit back relapse again.

Abortion wasn't something Adam spent his nights worrying over; he would never have a fucking kid inside him. And, well, if he did, he would have some bigger problems than the moral consequences of abortion.

He had been planning out his paper since they had recieved the assignment; it was his one way of staying ahead of the game. He had been watching and reading some about the Pro-Life campaign at his own school; he had had to complete an assignment similar to this before. Granted it was much easier; a one page report on why abortion should be legal/illegal. Most of the paper Adam had used his own opinions as references.

If Adam would have realized exactly how... pissed off he would have made the other by asking of his home, Adam would have refrained from the topic.

Adam never questioned where his home was; it was back in Ashland, Ohio, where his mother currently resided in their two story home. His bedroom was on the second floor, third door on the left. It was in that house that he felt the most safe and secure; where he acted only like himself.

It was easily understood that some people didn't have as good of a home life as he did; but hadn't it been uncalled for, Blake's reaction? What fucking kind of question is that?.

Well excuse him. He was just trying to make small talk. Adam was easily offended anyway; he glared at the boy lightly before he turned down to look at his paper once again. "My fucking bad," he muttered. He snorted lightly. Okay, he wasn't crazy about this Blake kid anymore.

"Well, I could go on about my home, but something tells me that the fucking audience isn't in the mood. Don't get a knot in your speedo for Christ's sake." Adam attempted to zone out and work on his paper; but that kind of thing never worked for him. Once he was mad, he was mad. He didn't know how to brood without expressing himself.

What the fuck had he done to this guy? Right from the start he had been hostile with him. Adam didn't appreciate making enemies when he hadn't even tried to do so. Fucking prick. Adam thought. [/size]

[Blake Knox]

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long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want

Blake didn't think he had acted that bad. Sure, Blake didn't have the nicest way of going about things, but he hadn't acted half as bad as he could have. And he wasn't going to listen to any lip from a fucking first year. The kid should of just held his tongue. Bit the big one as they say. It would have been better. It would have been for his own good. But no. He had to be a smart ass. Just like Blake when he was younger. If he wasn't so pissed, then maybe he would actually enjoy this kid.

"Well, I could go on about my home, but something tells me that the fucking audience isn't in the mood. Don't get a knot in your speedo for Christ's sake." Blake wasn't sure if he wanted to simply laugh or kick the kid of the face of the planet. Maybe both, at the same time. Blake's speedo was in a fucking knot. And it was an annoyance as well. The only way to get rid of an annoyance was to pick it.

"You're audience? I never recall to being your anything. If anything, I am your elder and master, asshole. So you better give me some goddamn respect. So, sit your little ass down in your chair, nice and comfy, because you aren't leaving until you finish that paper." Blake smirked in retaliation. He had an ace to play. A little card he had picked up before the game. It wasn't cheating to be prepared, was it? It was stupid to break into a fight without an ace. And Blake's was special. It was a locked door with only one key. That key being only his.

So, in fact, Adam didn't stand a chance in the first place, did he? But that wasn't Blake's fault. Adam could have been smart. He could have kept his fat mouth shut. And respected his elder. Blake leaned back in his chair and glared down at the first year, their difference in height quite apparent. "So, if you want to sleep in your own bed tonight, I suggest you get working. Of course, it would be quite amusing to see you spend all night here. Wouldn't it?"

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'Cause you are everything I'm not

[Adam Cayden]

Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid
Sit back relax, sit back relapse again.

It was funny that the two of them were so alike; or at least that Blake was reminded of himself at a younger age when Adam profusely argued with him. So Adam was like him, huh? The first year would have wrinkled his face and turned up his nose at that; he was not as much of a snob as Blake! .... or was he? Well, even if he was, he at least had a better sense of humor than this guy.

"You're audience? I never recall to being your anything. If anything, I am your elder and master, asshole. So you better give me so goddamn respect. So sit your little ass down in your chair, nice and comfy, because you aren't leaving until you finish that paper." Adam's eye brow twitched at these words and he smiled grimly in return. He sure as hell didn't have the winning ace up his sleeve, but he didn't know the ace hadn't been thrown out of the deck. So, his King was looking pretty damn good to him, what without knowing that there was a card that could best it.

"Well, excuse me, Mister Knox, but I do recall the fact that you are my partner. And, if you would like to keep your pretty little grades high in the clouds, you'd watch what you said."

Oh, Adam should have realized that they weren't playing a friendly nickle and dime game here; he should have known that he was placing a bet in a game of Russian Roulette. He wouldn't realize how deadly the loaded gun was until it was placed against his head. He'd be shooting himself in more places than the foot this time.

At the threat that was tossed his way, Adam smirked. "So if you want to be sleeping in your own bed tonight..." Adam had mentally filled in the old mobster quote of "And not sleepin' with the fishes," in place of what Blake had to say next. "I'm not afraid of you," Adam lightly stretched in his seat and propped up his feet on the chair opposite of him; which just happened to be Blake's. With his black shiny shoes in the second year's lap, Adam leaned towards his work.

So, while Blake was all together infuriating, he could be the first year's play-thing for a little while. Or, for as long as Blake even remotely put up with his shit. He wondered how long it would take Blake to snap; 10, 20 minutes? Adam was leaning towards the ten.

"Oh, and you're nobodys 'master'," Adam lifted his hands childishly to fit in the air quotes above the word 'master', of which he said thickly. "You're a whiny faggot who has to have his way. Grow a fucking pair." Burn.

Well, he was getting a tad on the mouthy side, wasn't he? Adam knew that some serious retaliation would follow, but didn't care either. Let the games begin.

Oh, and as a quick P.S, Adam had know idea of Blake's sexuality or his insecurity of it; the name would have been as offensive to a heterosexual man as it was to a homosexual man. [/size]

[Blake Knox]

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long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want

Blake didn't lose his smile as Daniel threatened his grades. Really? If the kid didn't want to do his part of the project correctly, that was his problem. The teacher would clearly see Blake did his while the kid fucked around. So, he was not facaded, besides being locked in the library for a whole night certainly would change his perspective. Wouldn't it? He simply shrugged and leaned back in his chair to see the kid's decision.

But instead of complying, like he should have, instead of accepting he had already lost, he played a card... A card so cursed that it took him a minute to think. Whiny faggot. Yes, he was a fucking faggot, but whiny... He was not whiny. This baby in front of him was whiny. He just couldn't accept defeat so he had to play the faggot card.

"Fag? Do you mean cigarette.. Or fagot, a bundle? Frankly I don't think I am a whiny bundle or whiny cigarette. Oh! You mean faggot as in homosexual. Ah yes, that little word. So, if I am a faggot, what are you? Oh, I know you are a jackass. No not in the normal language he is a jackass, I mean you are literally a donkey. Because I am a bundle."

Was Blake ranting, maybe. Hearing the word faggot made him do so. Hearing the word gay did as well. He hated that people had to be, well, jackasses about being a homosexual. It was childish because that was all they'd ever have on Blake. The word flamed up in his gut like wild fire and spread.

"So," Blake said calmly as he began to gather his things, "I think you will enjoy your night in the library, right? I'd grab a few things to read, or, WOW, you could do your project. I don't think you'll need my help, after all I am a whiny faggot. I'll be leaving first them." He pushed out of his chair and crossed the room swiftly. He swayed his hips the whole walk to the door before delicately spinning around. Blake held up his left hand and gave Adam a girl wave, "toodles Adam. I'll come back in the morning, I will miss you!" With that he spun around again, unlocked the door, and stepped out. Once outside he locked the door again.

Fuck that kid. He was lucky that Blake didn't stab him with his pen. He had hit a sensitive spot, and even if it was intentional or not - it still hurt. Blake was a faggot. He knew it, and accepted the fact that he liked guys. But that didn't mean everyone else would. It didn't mean his parents would. What the fuck would his parents think? Blake slid down against the door, and sat, a little defeated, on the floor. He was being a little whiny now. But how dare his slave do that! Make him think about all this shit again.

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'Cause you are everything I'm not

[Adam Cayden]

Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid
Sit back relax, sit back relapse again.

So what if Adam's threat was a joke? Adam needed a good grade on this project in order to keep his own marks out of the sewer. Because, well, it would end up as a shame if his parents had paid thousands of dollars on airfare, enrollment and other fees for Adam to just end up with another C. He could have stayed back home for another loser grade. So, he would end up doing the work, but for now he would procrastinate just for the sake of pissing Blake off.

Wait, Blake wasn't whiny? Oh, sorry, the fact that he acted like a whiny five year old girl didn't actually make Blake whiny, did it? Yeah right. You were supposed to act like who you were; otherwise you were a fake. And if you were a fake, you weren't worth Adam's time. Case closed.

But if this was what Blake normally acted like when he was around people he was honest with, then Adam couldn't see the two making the best of friends. Things would not work out for the best if Adam always had to pretend to kiss the other's ass just to get a hello.

Vaguely, Adam wondered if maybe Blake felt sorry for himself; maybe that was why he was acting like an ass. Poor little rich boy Adam thought to himself. The double negatives didn't matter in this case, especially since Adam got the impression that the other was not poor monetarily. Hell, he probably had money flying out his ass. Sure, everyone had been taught that money couldn't always buy you genuine friends or acceptance, but Adam was pretty damn sure that his life might have gone a little better if he had some extra dough readily available.

"Fag? Do you mean cigarette.. Or fagot, a bundle? Frankly I don't think I am a whiny bundle or whiny cigarette. Oh! You mean faggot as in homosexual. Ah yes, that little word. So, if I am a faggot, what are you? Oh, I know you are a jackass. No not in the normal language he is a jackass, I mean you are literally a donkey. Because I am a bundle."

It took Adam a while to understand Blake's little rant. A cigarette? A bundle? It didn't take that long however, to pick up on Blake's would-be insult; something about how Adam's word choice. Whatever; it was called slang for a reason. Some people said that you didn't have much of a vocabulary if you relied on cursing and stereotypes to express your thoughts. Adam wasn't insulted by that thought at all; if he had something to say, he was going to no matter how cruel it was. Hell, Blake had been lucky that he held back his little smart mouth upon their first impression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you rather be called a homo then? Is that more respectful? Because God knows that I am only here to please you, Master Homo."

Adam was going to make it really clear that he wasn't going to do things for Blake if the other wasn't going to treat him like a human being. Damn it, he may not be rich, but he was a person for crying out loud. And besides, if Blake acted like this around people he really knew well and perhaps loved, then they weren't gonig to get along anyway. Adam liked to think of people being mostly decent, at least when they were around the right person.

As the other stood up to leave, Adam smiled softly to himself. Really, Blake was gonig to walk off just after being called a couple of mean names? What kind of guy just walked away from a fight that easily. Maybe he was homosexual after all; Adam figured that no staight guy would let him get away with that.

"I think you will enjoy your night in the library, right?" Wait, wait, wait. What was Blake talking about? If he was leaving, then Adam was too. He was not going to be stuck in this library for one minute, let alone the whole night. Adam began to hurridly pack up his things and follow the other out of the door. No way was he staying in the library alone all night.

Because, well, even if there was no chance in hell that Adam was going to be kissing Blake's ass just to be treated like a human being, there was a good chance that Adam was going to have a break down from being locked up in a library on his own all night. Adam was quick to panic anyway; when he was left by himself, his thoughts and worries could multiply like rabbits.

Adam rushed up to the door following Blake's little cheeky wave, to have the door slammed in his face. He pulled on the door knob which sought no release. The first year was already sweating, the beginning of his panic mode, when he pounded on the door. "Open the damn door!" he growled as he again thudded his hand against the oak door. "Open it now!"

He continued to pound and knock on the door, before he slumped down to the ground, much like the other boy who did the same on the other side. Adam pulled his knees up to his chest and breathed deeply for a moment. He knew he was over-reacting, but he couldn't quite come to terms with himself either. He was already alone in this school, but now he couldn't even have the comfort of having his annoying roommate near by. At least then, if something really was to happen, he'd have someone near by; even that idiot. There was strength in numbers.

Fuck that Blake guy. If he was going to lock him up in a library for all night, then fine. If Blake was just going to waltz in, late to begin with, push him around and then lock him out, so be it. But, if there was anything Adam hated most of Blake, it was that he had hoped to be friends with the guy.

But, Adam was also glad to be alone at this moment; at least now Blake couldn't see him act like a total girl.