Bang, Bang

[Chester Douglas]

Chester had refused to let the information about Calliope's mishap with that orphan ruin their date night but the moment the blonde's door closed, he was a man on a mission.

It didn't take long for him to pinpoint Oriel's dorm room, his power reach getting a lot better with his rage. He didn't even bother with knocking as pushed it open, luckily finding the culprit in the common room already.

Bear in mind, Chester was several inches shorter than Oriel but in his rage-induced condition, Oriel being tall had nothing to do with his ass being kicked. In fact, it made things a hell of a lot easier.

"You fucking dick!" The redhead growled at the ink manipulator, walking up to where he was, reaching a hand to grasp at the other boy's neck. "What the fuck did Callie ever do to you?" He demanded.

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While his encounter with Callie had been one that weighed on his mind, time had pushed it back and buried it under other memories that battled each other for a position in it's forefront. His date with Phoenix, the mishap with Gryphon, his concern for his friends Kodi and Erik, and then Valentine's, a day that was blissfully spent with his Squishy Muffin-Butt.

Though he should have know that there would be something to make it come raging and clawing right back up, and that came in the form of a berserked ginger encroaching on Oriel's compulsive cleaning time.

Oriel paid no heed to the door opening, people often came and went as they pleased in this place, but snapped his head up when the furious redhead called out to him. Instinctively, Oriel's hand rose to grab at the other boy's wrist as it circled around his neck. He glared down at the shorter boy with a white hot gaze as dared to recall the event in question quickly enough to explain himself…if he felt like it. "And what're you, her charming prince?" he sneered. "Or…you just a pathetic knight trying to bed the sweet ignorant princess?"

[Chester Douglas]

The very arrogance in which Oriel produced those very words made Chester's anger all the more real. There had never been a time in his life where Chester ever entertained the thought of 'bedding' Calliope. Not only because they had grown up together, they'd shared things with each other nobody else knew. That kind of bond did not translate into the carnal aspect of a relationship. He knew Oriel was baiting him and boy did it work.

Chester reeled his free arm back before bringing it forward in full force, connecting his fist into Oriel's face with as much force as he could possibly muster.

"No, man. That's your fucking job description." Chester spat, flexing his hand and looking at the other meta. After what had went down the last time they met, Chester could have sworn he got the vibe off this asshole and that dark-haired girl who just appeared out of nowhere.

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" He said, breathing heavily. "You walk around thinking you're the big man on campus and you go around being shit to the one person who didn't deserve it. What are you, stupid? What the fuck possessed you to yell at Calliope Gallo? She was trying to fix things and you blow it all up in her face!"

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Oriel reeled back at the strike to his face, his neck arching backwards and the force of the hit causing him to stumble a few steps and lean forward as he tried to regain his orientation. He tasted blood. He could feel it pouring from his face and to the carpet to which he thought for a fleeting moment that's going to be a pain to clean up.

"You done, rooster head?" He spoke in a low, grainy voice. One which expressed his amusement at the words being thrown at him by this self-righteous wanker. Oriel didn't need to be told he fucked up. His own cycle of self-loathing and guilt for his impulsive outbursts was far more painful and defeating than anything this weenie could dish out. However, the salt ground in to the wound by this trust-fund baby still stung and served only to put Oriel instantly on the defensive. Which was what he was good at; antagonizing from afar.

"I give less than two fucks whether you think she deserved it or not. And if just a couple strongly spoken words's enough to get her sobbing off to a faggot like you," Oriel spat the blood that had collected in his mouth down to the carpet and grinned like the devil, straightening himself up and focusing his demonized eyes on the carrot-top, "then she really is just a fucking spoiled little diva with no sense of reality. Or the biggest manipulative bitch I've come across yet." No, that role was still reserved for Luxanna, the lying whore who gained his trust just to laugh at his stupidity when she stabbed him in the back.

Oriel clenched his fists tightly until he felt his nails digging into his palms. He didn't make a move though, neither forward nor back.