Hair Wars (Oriel)

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Oriel growled. Yeah, her words hit a nerve, heading straight for the fears that Oriel feared the most. “Don’t you talk about Phoenix that way!” he shouted, his eyes practically glowing red in their sudden fury. “You don’t know shit about him, you don’t know shit about us, so why don’t you stop being a fucking hypocrite and stick to bully-bitching about things you can actually speak intelligently about.” Because at this point, that’s all she was being. A fucking bully. Saying things just because she could and for no other reason than to make herself feel superior to her victims. Oriel knew that behavior all to well, though it was most often his own behavior that it was reflective of.

“And don’t even fucking joke about STDs, I ain’t never done it bareback.” If he could help it. When he was a kid, there were a few times he did because he was lacking in supplied, but back then his primary concern was knocking a girl up, so he’d learned the art of pulling out. Even so, this bitch just kept on and on about shit she didn’t know anything about, and nothing pissed him off more. At least when Oriel pestered someone, he made sure he that what he said made sense(for the most part, double-standards, lol).

Oriel wasn’t taking her bullshit, not even when her disdain for him was warranted. “Fuck, do you even hear yourself ever?” he countered, at the peak of maturity. “And what about the chicks who do have those kind of complexes, always having to compare themselves against skinny swanks like you who go around starving themselves just to keep up that figure you say don’t matter?” This bitch probably did a binge-and-purge at least twice a day, no doubt, considering how much her collarbone popped out like it did. “Is it so wrong to go around letting girls know that I do find them attractive?” He’d take chunky over bony any day.

Once things got quiet, Oriel was glad to be able to concentrate on his meal preparing, but it wasn’t going quite as well as the bitch’s was. In the end, Oriel released a sharp sigh and just started going on instinct, which was normally pretty good. But for this meal, it wasn’t working out that way. Not quite. Meh, it’d probably still be okay, he thought to himself.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Half the time Safia didn't even realize what a hypocrite she was being. She was usually too busy trying to tear down whatever jerk she was being forced (she wasn't being forced it was her own fault) to talk to. "Hey, I'm fine with your boyfriend," she snapped back, eyes glowering. "He knows how to treat people equally." And by that, she meant he talked to her like he was constantly aware that she could hurt him if she wanted. Like he was always meek and shy. Safia couldn't understand how they were together. "Fine, I'll stop for his sake. I really hope you don't act like as much of an ass to him as you do to everyone else." Abusive relationships were definitely a trigger for the girl. Her parents' relationship wasn't that bad, but it had always been tense enough to keep her on edge.

"I'm not joking about that crap, I'm serious," she hissed. Seriously, who knew what this guy was crawling with? Safia didn't want to know. From what she heard, he got around a lot before he somehow managed to settle down, which everyone with a brain knew was just asking for something to happen. And Safia hated herself even more for wondering what all that experience made him like in bed.

She could see arguing with this dick wasn't going to get her anywhere. Safia hated giving up, but she knew this was pointless. "You think I try to look like this?" she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Skinny-blaming is just as cruel and inconsiderate as fat-blaming, asshole. We don't get to chose what kind of body we're given." It was true, she ate just as much as any normal person (albeit probably a lot more spicy things) and she just ended up with this body type. There wasn't anything she could do about it. Safia didn't reply to his question, just gave him a glare that probably answered it anyway. She wasn't alright with anything that came out of his mouth.

After a while, she heard the sigh that Oriel released, and a smug smile crossed Safia's lips. Her meal was just about done - after a little more cooking and adding a few more spices, she deemed it complete. She quickly dished some up for herself and turned to rest against the counter as she ate her meal and studied the boy across the room. The spiciness made her senses feel alive, and she let out a soft "Mmmm" of pleasure.... Just to rub it in Oriel's face.

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“You don’t know a goddamn thing about us, so quit pretending you do,” Oriel growled. Yeah, Oriel didn’t want Phoenix to go anywhere near this chick. Who knows what she might do to him? And knowing Phoenix, he’d probably just going along with anything she said, no matter how fucked-up it was(like he was one to talk).

“Right, either your joking and being a dick about it, or your serious and being a dick for immediately assuming that a guy like me don’t know how to be safe.” A guy like him couldn’t afford to not be safe. From the beginning of his career, you know, after being taught by a street-walker, he was informed about the dangers of STIs. Maybe he was a little reckless when he was younger, but he did take that shit seriously. Oriel seriously didn’t go anywhere without a rubber. After all, you never knew what was going to happen.

“Who the fuck’s blaming anybody? I don’t like skinny chicks, it’s a fucking preference. And since I prefer girls with meat, I may as well let them know that.” Really, this girl was twisting his words completely. After all, skinny chicks got enough attention, they didn’t need it from Oriel. Not that he would turn them down if the really wanted it. A hole was a hole, no matter who it belonged to.

Oriel tried his hardest to ignore the obvious jabs from Safia as he worked on his meal. He was frustrated. And she was gaining some sort of pleasure from it. “Uh-huh, you think you’re so righteous,” he mumbled. “Sitting there and taking pleasure in someone else’s misfortune. Bet it’d make a cunt like you real happy if I just died in a ditch somewhere, huh?” And she’d probably just spit on his body if she came across it.

Oriel could claim he understood. He had a lot of hate himself. Though, a majority of that was for himself. He didn’t need to deal with someone else’s too. Not when he was just trying to make him and his boyfriend dinner.

[Safia Chatterjee]

“Safety only gets you so far,” Safia mumbled to herself. “You have casual sex with people you hardly know enough times, someone’s bound to get something.” That just seemed to be logical, at least. But she would drop it for the sake of keeping her sanity.

“Fine, fine, whatever,” she threw up her hands, realizing she wasn’t going to get anything through his thick head. “Just don’t blame me when you end up getting what’s coming to you one of these days.” Because certainly karma was going to catch up with Oriel eventually, right? Safia didn’t know a lot about his history or where he came from, but she was sure nothing gave him an excuse to be such an asshole.

She was definitely taking pleasure in eating her meal so smugly while he obviously struggled with whatever he was doing. Safia would never wish death on someone, but she wouldn’t help him if his shirt suddenly caught fire or something… Probably. Maybe. She’d hate to see that beautiful hair get singed, though. “Having trouble?” she finally asked, her voice carefully neutral. “Maybe if you ask nicely, I might see if I can help you out.” Safia highly doubted he would take that offer, though.

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Oriel rolled his eyes. As if she would know anything, bitch was probably a virgin anyway. “Maybe, but I haven’t. And now I’m exclusive, thank you very much. So you don’t got to wasting your ‘concern’ on me no more.” And even exclusive, condoms were still an important part of his budget.

If nothing gave Oriel an excuse to be a fucking asshole, then the same thing should apply to her. Nothing gives her the right to be a fucking bitch to someone she barely knew. It was the one thing he hated the most that other people seemed to do all the time. Assume they knew him based on nothing and then start criticizing him based on what they “knew”. As if their social standing or age or whatever gave them the right to decide those things. “Why the fuck would I blame you?” See, this was what he was talking about! Oriel didn’t even understand the logic in how she was coming up with this shit. Because there was none! “If I’m going to blame anybody, it’s going to be…” Himself, most likely. “I don’t know, whatever the fuck was responsible for whatever shit went down.”

The offer came as a surprise. Oriel didn’t think that Safia even know how to offer someone help, much less do it. So he was inclined to just tell her to go fuck herself while he chucked thing of mush across the room in frustration and stormed out like a child. Oriel stopped what he was doing and placed both hand against the edge of the counter, taking several slow, deep breaths in an effort to calm himself down. “Fine,” he said after a long pause. He was still pissed at her, but at least he wasn’t about to throw a tantrum anymore. “Just don’t spit in it or nothing, Phoenix is eating this too.” And he didn’t want Phoenix to have to suffer again on account of Oriel not getting along with someone.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Exclusive. Snort. Safia seriously wondered how long that was going to last before Oriel found some other fat ass he wanted to bone. Hell, he probably already had and his poor airheaded boyfriend was just too oblivious to realize.

Safia felt like she had enough dislike for men in general due to the actions of guys she’d known to just treat them all the same unless they proved worth her… Not being hostile. And Oriel had definitely proved the opposite, so she was likely going to keep this sort of thing up until he – if he ever – got his act together. “Forget it,” she snapped irritably, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Your life.” As long as he didn’t bother her or her friends, maybe she’d leave him alone a little more. Maybe.

Of course Safia helped people. Just…. Usually not assholes like Oriel. Usually cute girls. So she was surprised by herself, but it was too late to take it back now, so whatever. She watched as the older boy seemed to actually consider her offer… Or prepare himself to fight her, she wasn’t sure which. When he finally agreed, Safia blinked in surprise, then slowly sauntered over after putting her empty dish I the sink. “I won’t spit in it,” she told him with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not so childish.” Especially if poor innocent Phoenix would be eating it. She took a moment to stud the ‘mush’ that Oriel had made, smiling wryly. “Is this curry?” he asked, recognizing the almost-right smell. “Fortunately, that happens to be something I make often. It shouldn’t be too hard to fix.” She went to work adding some things, stirring stuff around, picking out pieces of other things… And after a while, it still wasn’t perfect, but at least it should be edible. “I hope your boyfriend enjoys it,” she said when she was finished with a flick of her wrist. Goodness knows the scrawny boy could probably eat more… But then again, she shouldn’t be one to talk. “It’s not perfect, but hopefully I fixed the most I could.” Her smug smile was unwavering. “You’re welcome.”

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It was true that the whole exclusive deal was difficult for Oriel to cope with, but he was doing it! Of course there were going to be people who came along that he wanted to bang. Hell, he never even wanted to quit with the ones he’d been doing before Phoenix invoked the request. But even though he didn’t want to do it, Oriel would because…well, because he loved Phoenix and he knew it would make him happy. It was a worthwhile sacrifice. Not that this bitch would know anything about making sacrifices for the sake of keeping a relationship. He’d be surprised if she knew it as anything more than something in the biblical sense where they did it on stone alters or something with the ritual hoodoo going on about it.

Oriel snorted, ending that part of the conversation and turning his attentions back to his food preparation. Which was not coming along quite as well as he’d hoped. Not his fault, he never made it before….that’s what he got for forgetting his laptop.

“You sure?” he asked warily. Oriel wasn’t sure he trusted her, but at the moment, finishing this meal took priority over his suspicions. “S’pposed to be, yeah.” It was his first time trying to make it, but even he knew there was something wrong. Oriel watched intently as Safia tried to save the monstrosity that Oriel had been creating. He hated that smile of her, but decided to ignore it. Now that the meal was done, he could package it up and take it back to the room and lie in wait for his Phoenix. Oriel licked his lips. “Thank you.”

Oriel started cleaning up. There was no reason to stick around anymore.