Should've Seen This Coming (Leon.)

[Odion Martins]

History class – probably the easiest place a time manipulator could lose track of time. Odion had been doing his best to stay awake, never mind actually paying attention to the lecture that was happening. The only reason he had enrolled in this class was because he thought it would be similar to English, but he was wrong, and he regretted taking it, but it was so close to being over that he decided to suck it up for the rest of the term. He had been playing with his phone when the teacher wasn’t looking, but even that wasn’t enough to keep his mind occupied, and because his days had been busy (between Rhett, Logan, and ‘family’) Odion found it hard to keep his eyes open.

There was about twenty minutes left of the class, and Odion had decided to stop looking at the clock at that point. His sleepy eyes were on the whiteboard, but he wasn’t taking anything in, he was just staring. His mind kept bouncing around, until his hand went to his pants pocket to take his phone out again, and instead a pack of cigarettes that weren’t his came out. Number Export A’s, the fancy Gold ones, and the pack was only missing one. The ginger had been meaning to smoke a couple of these today, and he was going to damn well enjoy them. Stupid Leon, that motherfucker.

His eyelids grew heavy, and Odi decided to rest his head on the desk for only a moment, but the combination of him being tired and easily able to lose track of time, quickly rendered him unconscious in sleep. He was resting his forehead in the crook of his elbow, his mouth slightly open so he could breathe, his legs going limp underneath him and the chair he was sitting on. The bell went unnoticed, and as the history class filed out, the ginger stayed, fast asleep and lost in his catnap with the pack of cigarettes in his hand, phone tucked away safely.

[Leon Belenos]

As if History wasn't bad enough Leon had to notice that he shared it with the damn redhead who had stolen his shit and left him with one hell of a headache. He had been fuming for the last twenty minutes and that's when he saw his opportunity. The other boy named something like Orion had dozed off during the lecture. Oh he would be in for a rude awakening, that was if he ever did wake up long enough to know what was going on. All it would take was a little luck and some patience. Thankfully the professor was in a rush today so he left as soon as the bell rang.

Leon sat in his desk, a smile on his face as the class filed out and began to move into the halls. Not only had the redhead stolen all of his stuff, but he had stolen a full pack of cigarettes. There was hell to pay, and it looked like the devil would be getting his dues today. Slowly and silently he got up from his desk and got ready to go, waiting to be sure that the classroom was completely empty. He walked up beside Odion and looked down whispering "Looks like I was right about how much of a bitch you were."

It all happened in a flash but it was very deliberate. Leon seized Odion's head by the hair and lifted his head up from the desk before slamming him face first into it as hard as he could. He repeated the action another two times before spitting on the back of his head and picking up the cigarettes he saw fall to the ground. He started to walk away and was at the door when he turned around to look at his handiwork.

Granted it hadn't been the neatest job but it had done the trick, he had gotten exactly what he wanted, and the redhead had gotten what he deserved. "Just so you know, we're even now bitch." Leon said harshly, emphasizing the last word as he turned his back one more time, getting ready to leave. Maybe History wasn't such a bad class after all.

[Odion Martins]

Odion thought he was lifting himself up from the desk, but as sudden pressure rose from his hair being pulled, the ginger began to wake up. Of course, it wasn’t enough to really get him going, at least not until his forehead hit the desk forcefully. He grappled with the hand over his head, trying to stop the action but it only happened again, this time his nose making contact with the hard frame of the desk. Odion winced and tried to use his hands to stop the attacker, but the third and final blow had caused something to break – his nose to be exact.

Blood was all over his hands, which had let go of the cigarette pack. The ginger had crumpled to the floor, and wouldn’t notice the spit until he made his way to the nurse. Odion closed his eyes tightly, his head spinning. It wasn’t until the attacker spoke that he knew who he was dealing with. Some words were spoken and the time manipulator could feel his blood spike. But he couldn’t use his powers, not with the splitting headache he had now, no thanks to Leon of course.

He was leaving now, but Odion wasn’t about to let him. Someone had left behind a mini-stapler, which had fallen to the ground. The redhead threw it at Leon, hitting the brunette’s shoulder, but only just barely. His aim wasn’t exactly flawless at the moment. He stood up, wobbling around for a bit before using the desk for support. “Even?” he asked, his voice gurgled as blood rushed into his throat. “We’ve only jus’ begun,” he said, spitting out saliva and blood.

Still holding his nose, Odion simply watched Leon, his vision going blurry, but he refused to pass out, despite the blood loss. “You’re scum,” he said, nothing but venom now, as the ginger wished for looks that could kill.

[Leon Belenos]

Leon was just about to take the final few steps out of the classroom when he felt something basically brush his shoulder. Turning slowly and looking at what had struck him he saw a mini stapler lying on the floor and a very bloody Odion trying to tell him they had just begun. Smiling as he got ready for the real fun to begin he started to form a small fireball in his hand. "You want me to finish this now or later?" He asked, his eyes glinting as the fire reflected off of them.

Slowly he started to advance on Odion, the fire ready, and he was fully prepared to give him one swift kick to the groin. It wasn't as if the ginger had fought fair last time they met. As he came wihin range he swung his leg as hard as he could, aiming right between Odion's legs. If he connected he would be leaving the room for good. "And if I'm scum I guess you can only begin to imagine what that makes you." He snarled as his foot travelled through the air. He met Odion's eyes and turned to walk away; this time leaving for good.

Leon walked to the door in a hurry, looking both ways to be sure nobody else had seen any of the ordeal. The last thing he needed was some witness to come to the ginger's aid. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled with satisfaction. As far as Leon was concerned they were even now.

[Odion Martins]

Odion’s dark eyes flicked between the fireball in Leon’s hands, and the boy himself. “Go ahea’,” he said with a smirk, coughing a bit now, “let’s see if your conscience ca’ handle causing so much cri’ical damage.” The ginger wasn’t much of a physical fighter, not usually. But he couldn’t walk away from this fight, even though he wanted to – the door was blocked, and his powers were missing in action. A verbal joust would have to do, despite that Leon had the upper hand in this situation. Odion vowed to get the boy back for this, someway, somehow. This was far from over.

Holding his ground as Leon approached, Odion didn’t cower away. This was something new for the boy, but he thought he could pinpoint people very well. He didn’t think Leon would use the fire, it was just a way to scar him further, and Odi wasn’t about to allow such a thing to happen. He didn’t, however, see the brunette’s next move coming, and as he was kicked in his most sensitive parts, he was sent to the floor for the second time in a span of two minutes. “Fucking… bastard…” The redhead was saying as he groaned on the floor, curled up in a tight ball.

There were tears in his eyes now, any come back he had thought of was lost in the depths of his mind. Odion rolled to his other side on the floor, feeling a wave of nausea come on as the last thing he saw of Leon was the final steps he took out the door. Sputtering and coughing still, the ginger waited for the dizziness and pain in his groin to subside, before he tried to stand up again, clutching at his nose. He fumbled to the doorway and into the hall, slamming against the lockers as he lost his balance.

Eventually he would find his way to the nurse, the hospital, and his dorm room, gauze and tape around the middle of his face. The janitor would have fun cleaning up the mess Odion had left behind.
The end.