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Jun 21, 2010 21:12:39 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:12:39 GMT -5
Gabriel waited in front of Jamie's locker... Jamie only showed up at his locker once or twice a day, but Gabe knew which periods he came around after.
It had been a few weeks since Jamie revealed he was off meds... And in the meantime, he had been avoiding Gabe.
So now Gabe was gonna force a chat.
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Jun 21, 2010 21:23:18 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 21:23:18 GMT -5
Jamie walked down the hall towards his locker, eyes cast down at his feet. He was stoned out of his mind, as usual, but he wasn't as miserable as he usually was.
He spotted a pair of familiar shoes at the foot of his locker and looked up to see Gabe.
"What do you want?"
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Jun 21, 2010 21:24:27 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:24:27 GMT -5
"You're avoiding me." Gabe said simply.
"For two weeks. And you're no doubt still off your meds."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:29:29 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 21:29:29 GMT -5
"Yes to the first, yes to the second. What do you want?" Jamie asked again, opening his locker and switching his books.
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Jun 21, 2010 21:31:55 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:31:55 GMT -5
"I'm worried, Jamie!" Gabe countered.
"You haven't ignored me since the week before you almost drowned."
A thought began to itch in the back of Gabe's brain.
"Look me in the eye, Jame."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:35:33 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 21:35:33 GMT -5
Jamie ran his hand through his hair casually, causing his bangs to cover most of his eyes.
He then turned to Gabe. "I'm not going to drown anytime soon. I can swim now, smartass."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:36:25 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:36:25 GMT -5
Gabe ignored the talk, noticing only the fact that he moved hair over his face.
"Move your hair."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:40:03 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 21:40:03 GMT -5
Jamie rolled his eyes and brushed his bangs back.
"There. Happy?"
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Jun 21, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
"Fuck..." Gabe swore. Bloodshot as hell. Damn, Jamie was flying.
"So what are you back on this time, eh? Weed? Coke? Do you really think it's gonna help you? Fuck, man."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:50:54 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 21:50:54 GMT -5
Jamie slammed his locker shut."You're such an idiot, Gabe. I've never done coke, and I've only smoked weed twice in my entire life, the last time being a week ago."
He slung his backpack over his shoulder. "You think you know so much about what's important and what's healthy? Well fuck you, man. You don't know shit about what I need or what I want."
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Jun 21, 2010 21:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Roosevelt on Jun 21, 2010 21:55:24 GMT -5
Gabe's jaw clenched, the muscle in his jaw visibly twitching under the stress.
He exhaled sharply.
"Fine." He muttered, sounding suddenly worn out.
"Do what you want. Don't expect me to save you this time."
He turned around and walked off to his next class.
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Jun 21, 2010 22:02:34 GMT -5
Post by Jamie Anthony on Jun 21, 2010 22:02:34 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Jamie slammed his fist into the locker as Gabe walked off, just in time for a teacher to see him dent the metal.
Suspended.
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