Lost in the time [Zachary]
Nov 7, 2010 21:18:12 GMT -5
Post by Zachary LaRousse on Nov 7, 2010 21:18:12 GMT -5
If this would’ve happened a good three to four years ago, Zac would’ve taken the words that he’s said back and apologized to the girl immediately. Or better yet, he wouldn’t have talked to the girl despite noticing her not-so-subtle attraction towards him. Despite being a brat back then, he never initiated ‘fights’. He had tantrums and he occasionally pisses people off, but he’d never approach someone to simply insult them. Unfortunately for Avery, Zac’s changed greatly. He’s more of an asshole jerk now than an adorable brat. And never, I mean never, would he take back any insult he just fired at anyone. Especially when that anyone told him that despite his good looks, somebody still looks a lot more exotic and stunning than him.
“Strong winds resulting to the opening of windows, complete with lightning, thunder and what’s that, hail? I didn’t know you had class Avery,” he taunted as he leaned back to the table, no trace of fear or remorse in his face. “I do not enjoy making you angry dear Avery. Well maybe I do, but not that much. After all, you’ve been pretty much angry since forever. There’s no thrill in it. If only you’ve learned how to control your anger for just a bit, teased me for a while, I would’ve taken much more satisfaction in making you get in over your head.” He took another sip of his cocoa then continued, “So what, are you blaming this odd weather pattern to me? That seems to be quite the accusation dear. I am but a lowly-” he caught himself midsentence. He told himself he’s never going to reveal any pertinent information about himself, not even his powers. “-lowly meta. How could I possibly be the one to blame for this catastrophe?” He bent over and grabbed a ball of hail that had led itself to the room. “Gosh, this is really hard,” he told her as he made it bounce up and down in his hand, “I pity the people outside. And the property damage you’re causing. I’m not going to be held responsible for that dear.”
“Anger issues, that is never good,” he chuckled, still unfazed by everything. Three (or maybe two) years of torturing new students had made him more or less confident he can handle anything. “Guess you’re brother’s pretty much hot stuff too, seeing that you see me in him. Or wait, if we’re talking about drop dead gorgeous, the better analogy would’ve been…Jinahi, right?” He is never going to let her out easy with that.
“Sure you don’t want some? They’re really good for the nerves.” He took one last sip and then made his way towards the door. He gave her one last cocky wink as he narrowly dodged one stray hail stone. “You better learn how to clean up after yourself dearie. See you soon?”