Another Brick In The Wall (Chester.)

[Odion Martins]

Things had been going well, all things considered. Odion had finally gone about asking Lani to the dance in a way that made it clear they would go as friends. Otherwise, Odi wouldn’t have wanted to go at all. As it was, he was thinking he would make a ‘V for Vendetta’ costume, and had been obsessing over the costume’s details ever since he had the idea. It was going to be a masterpiece.

Taking a break from practicing his powers, Odion was really glad to have going into the future almost down to an art. It was almost as perfect as going into the past now. He needed to graduate this year. He had already passed all the required courses and had next to nothing to do with his time. Sometimes he sped through a few hours here and there, and then didn’t go back. He was already ahead of the game, why go back and live through wasting time? Sometimes Odion just wanted to get to the good parts, and other times, he was willing to wait and see how things played out. He didn’t like missing things, only the things that didn’t matter.

Today, he was in the library, not playing with his deck of cards. No, he was reading ‘1984’ with a smile on his face and a friendly air about him. Odion had promised himself and Lani that he was trying to do better, trying to see people differently and not just seek them out to piss them off so they stayed away in case of potential heartache on the ginger’s part. Today, that plan was going well. Odion didn’t want to think about his past failures.

Odion looked up as someone was being disruptive. Maybe they were lost, this was the library after all, and was meant to be a quiet place. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance upon spotting Chester Douglas. He was that Cameron Osiris’ best friend and that didn’t sit well with Odion. He didn’t move a muscle as he stared down the bloke who he didn’t know much about but already hated. The only thing stopping from saying anything for now was his promise. But something told him he didn’t need time control to know that promise was going to be broken in a matter of moments.

[Chester Douglas]

Chester should have gone back home immediately after training to get books. But he was a bit too lazy to check his own library for the book because he knew where it was in the school library.

He regretted coming in the moment he spotted two girls who have been trying to get into his pants the past few months. It didn't sound like much of a problem, does it? To Chester, it did, because the girls were just not his type. Surprisingly, yes, he did have a type and it wasn't just human beings.

The girls were pretty enough but Chester just didn't like the desperation that hung off them so when he saw them, he tried very hard to lose them in the maze that was the library. It got him about ten minutes of peace as he went to the row that held the book.

Much to his not so much surprise, the girls found him and started chatting him up. Although he tried his hardest to get them off his back, to the point where he outrightly insulted them in the face, they just wouldn't budge. And it didn't help that he felt somebody staring at him.

The thoughts coming from the person were negative and he turned to where they were coming from to find someone vaguely familiar. He rose an eyebrow at the boy and simply turned to walk over to the boy, leaving the girls with their mouths agape.

"Did your mother never teach you that staring could lead to a lot of hurt?" He asked, his ever present smirk making an appearance.

[Odion Martins]

An amused expression crossed Odion’s face, opening up to welcoming the distraction from his otherwise enthralling book. Had it been anyone else, anyone whose face he didn’t know, he would’ve time skipped. But it seemed that Chester Douglas was as much a boy toy as his whore boyfriend – it was no surprise that they hung out. It was amusing to see someone else tell people off, usually he was the one in that position. What, those girls weren’t good enough for Chester? Odion would’ve insulted them right away.

“I don’t suppose that hurt would come from looking at you,” Odion replied, lifting his book back to eyelevel. He was here first, Chester had what he had come here for, couldn’t he just leave? “I hope that book is about manners.” He added for good measure, because Chester was on his way out and leaving Odion in peace.

[Chester Douglas]

"There are other things you would get from looking at me but this isn't the time or place to discuss that." He shrugged, the smirk still plastered on his face.

When the boy blatantly ignored Chester, he raised an eyebrow and threw the book on the table before sitting on the table, making sure he was as close to the other ginger as possible.

"No. I keep having to burn those kinds of books because they are all so sexist." He commented, not really meaning it because he actually respected books. Even more than people. "Why, did you need one?"

[Odion Martins]

“Oh?” Odion asked, looking over his book. “I didn’t realize your herpes were that far along.” Odion said all of this in a rather pleasant tone and if one was deaf and only viewing their facial expressions, they could’ve been friends.

The slammed book didn’t surprise him, though it did seem to make those girls up and leave with their tails between their legs. Chester didn't know the meaning of the word respect, not if that's what he called his 'respect' for books. Physical space wasn’t something Odion liked breeched. He already had a bigger than average personal bubble, one that Chester very much so was bursting. But Odion looked up at him, fearless.

“Perhaps an anger management book then?” Odi suggested. “You seem to have ‘sexist’ down to an art.” The way he treated women, that much was obvious. Why was it that people felt the need to annoy him? Odion held Chester’s eyes unflinchingly. “No, I think I have all the entertainment I need right in front of me.” Chester was a mind reader – oh what fun he was going to have with Odion.

[Chester Douglas]

The comeback was a little lame in Chester's honest opinion but it certainly entertained him enough to give an amused smirk. "I wasn't aware you could identify diseases. Then again, it takes one to know one." He responded with an equally charming tone.

Chester was tempted to move in even closer, now knowing that the other boy didn't like that very much. What a brave boy, trying to not let it get under his skin like that.

"That was so very flattering, thank you. Did you learn to compliment people from a dear friend? An uncle that touched you intimately, maybe?" The sentence was readable in many ways, some more negative than others.

[Odion Martins]

It wasn’t a lame comeback. Wasn’t Chester worried at all the sickening, degenerative diseases he was obtaining with the multiple partners he was having? Something was seriously wrong with him. Odion rolled his eyes – talk about lame responses. Odion didn’t grace that with an answer, though he could’ve pointed out that Chester had terrible grammar, and was now calling them diseases rather than talking about the actual diseases Chester had. Odion had to agree though, Chester was a disease.

Odion’s eyebrow flared up in a twitch. “I’d tell you all about my problems, but I’d rather not deal with you being turned on.” Odion didn’t have any family other than Declyn, so, if Chester was trying to insult him, he was only insulting himself by trying. A smirk spread across Odi’s face – Chester would have to do better than this.

“Isn’t Osiris waiting in the back of your car?” Odion asked, hitting two birds with one stone, insulting Chester’s comfortable lifestyle and little blonde friend, waiting for a reaction via Chester’s facial expression.

That promise had been broken the moment Chester spoke to him.

[Chester Douglas]

Odion's thoughts interrupted Chester's and though his head was threatening to split in two, his face was a mask of serenity as he gave out an amused laugh at the time controller's response.

"I'm so amused you think I'm turned on by a bitch." He replied, still dealing with some residual laughter.

The mention of Cameron made Chester bristle but hopefully not enough to be noticed. "No," Chester chuckled as he slid even closer to the other ginger. "Declyn is though. I hope he doesn't get cold in his birthday suit back there. Mm...wouldn't want to be him."

[Odion Martins]

Odion’s temper flared. Chester had hit the nail on the head with that last comment. Rhett had treated him like dog enough times for Odi to know that he didn’t want to be treated like one ever again. The collar and suffocated him and he had been dragged along far too long. He especially wasn’t going to be called a bitch by the likes of Chester.

“That makes your beau a bitch then, doesn’t it?” Odi retorted. Chester and Cameron were nearly inseparable. Of course Odi could only assume what went on between them, but Chester had a crush on Cameron, and to have a crush meant he had to be turned on by Cameron, at least somewhat. “Is he not good enough for you either?” He was of course, referring to the sluts that just left. Cameron ranked pretty high on that list as well though.

The next comment made Odion laugh in Chester’s face, literally. It subsided quickly though, and Odion spat in Chester’s face – what’d he expect for being so close? “You’re pathetic,” he said, stating the obvious and glaring down the other boy. He had the upper hand. He may have let Live punch him in the face, but Chester would never be allowed the same joy.

[Chester Douglas]

This whole thing with Cameron Odion was peddling didn't actually make any sense. Yes, Chester was in love with his best friend. But his angle didn't really strike Chester as sensible. He tried to read Odion's thought, trying to make it seem less puzzling and the outcome was something he didn't expect.

The rage that came almost consumed Chester but he was quick to kill it, even if it did give him a massive headache. "If you're playing to hurt, you're not doing a good job of it." He shook his head and gave Odion a look of condescending apology.

Not even the spit in his face moved Chester. And as for the last comment Odion had, as he wiped his face with his thumb, Chester snorted derisively and shook his head. "An insult of that caliber coming from you is laughable. Especially after being made into a pathetic little slave boy by another pathetic cum-guzzler."

[Odion Martins]

“I might not be a mind reader, but I can tell you’re a terrible liar by the look in your eyes,” Odion said. Now he knew, Cameron was his ticket.

“It was two simple words Chester, what you said is irrelevant to them.” Odion said, obviously losing his collected-exterior. But Chester had access to things Odi could rather keep private. He wondered if Chester could only access things that were at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t say anything more, unwilling to give Chester more ammo. The boy was disgusting and knew nothing about love. And why say it, when Chester could simply see beyond any mask Odion put on anyways. At least Odion had been with someone who he loved, and had been loved in return. Chester didn’t know what that felt like and Odion was about to drive him insane with that knowledge just by thinking. Call it his, second power if you will.

Why, just the other day, Odion had noticed something Chester might find interesting. This was a memory no one else would have access to yet, breaking news. It was a plus to being a time traveller. Odion began to think about the night of the Halloween dance, a memory of Cameron being lead to the dance floor and feeling up Declyn came to the forefront – that should rile Chester right up, in what way was debateable. In this memory, Cameron could be seen waving to and talking to a number of other people, of who Odi wasn’t sure how many he’d slept with, though he would guess about half. And he had to wonder, how did Chester feel about that?

Should he think about that other memory he had had? The one about Tak? No, there was no need to worry over that little bump. Cameron had a lot more dirt on him.

[Chester Douglas]

"Some of us are incapable of keeping their emotions in check. They think people around them actually care about their emotion of the minute. Like you. But I'm not like you." He said, gesturing to himself as he said so.

Pursing his lips and pushing them upwards in a mock-confused pout, Chester shook his head. "No. They're pretty relevant. Because you're accusing me of being pathetic when I've done nothing that warrants such an accusation while you, having been brought down to being a mere puppet by an asinine and irrelevant scum, are exactly that.

Suddenly, he was bombarded by the image of Cameron being himself, the cheery and...unfortunately more than friendly boy that was the object of Chester's obsession. It was a purposeful thought on Odion's part and it was killing Chester to have to see it. He purged himself of those thoughts and tried to blink away the pain.

He didn't want to make a scene in the library even though all he wanted to do was slam Odion's head against the table's edge.

Calmly, he grabbed his book and got off the table and without prior warning, he jabbed the spine of the book in Odion's direction. Not knowing whether it hit him or not, Chester simply walked away to bring the book to check out.

[OOC: Feel free to have Odion move out of the way ^^]

[Odion Martins]

Odion smirked again. Chester could read minds, and he still didn’t understand Odi at all – he didn’t want people to care about him, quite the opposite in fact. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said in spiteful tones.

“If I’m so laughable, why waste your time talking to me?” Odion challenged. Obviously Chester had a thing for picking arguments and not knowing how to deal with someone who actually fought back. “That’s funny,” he commented, his cool returning, “I’d say exactly the same thing about you.” Chester had been brought down by Cameron, who was an asinine, irrelevant, a whore, and also a cum-guzzler, as Chester so eloquently put it.

Everything relied on reactions, facial expressions. Odion was keeping a close eye on how Chester felt about the thoughts he was viewing, and Odi could tell he had already won this little game. The book hit Odion’s arm as Chester passed, and Odion stifled more laughter.

“Bye Chest,” Odion said, his eyes returning to his own book, glad this was over and done with.