a standard sunday morning (jacob)

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Aedden was getting tired of these days where he had nothing planned to do. This was the second in the past week, and he was starting to wonder exactly where everyone was. Half of them hadn't been on facebook for the past few days, and many others weren't answering his texts. Were they ignoring him? What had he done to deserve that? He was their leader, the one who made all the decisions for what they did next. How could they just abandon him without even a simple reason forwhy they would be gone? A simple 'im going on vacation' would have sufficed. But did they let him know? Of course not. They were so stupid, they were beginning to make the shitty teachers look smart. And that was saying something, considering he hadn't learned a thing all year in the past year.

Aedden was entertaining himself by exploring the town. He had already been to the mall and to Starbucks, and now he was approaching the park. If he was lucky, maybe he would catch trash girl on the way out from her cleaning spree. Everyone in Trenton knew this was her cleaning time, so they usually steered clear of this place until noon. But he wasn't everyone else, he was Aedden Jonathan Channing. And he was feeling particularly in the mood for making a little girl cry. He let his steps guide him to the park, and once he was past the entrance gate, he glanced around, looking for the girl's dark hair. Where was she....where was she? There was her heap of trash bags, full of litter from the past beer party that had occured on the rocks. That had been a fun party. But her was she?

Ther she was! She was standing a few feet away from her bags, her back to him. It seemed like she was talking to someone. Did that mean the little freak had finally made a friend? Or was it the freaky old man or the little girl she cleaned with? He bet on the old man. He had always though that old Mattie Thomson was a pedophile. He was probaby trying to rape trash girl right now. Aedden was fine wit that. He didn't care what happened to the little freak. He walked closer, looking to see the face off her companion. When he discovered exactly who it was, he laughed silently, trying to kep the fact that he was there a secret for a little while longer. He listened as they spoke, something about swelling. He had never heard the coma kid speak before. He figured the guy was mute. He was dumb enough to be mute.

"So you will talk to her, but not to me? What a disappointment." he drawled on, stepping so he was directly behind trash girl. He felt her entire body freeze at the close proximity he was to her, and he bent down to whisper in her ear. "Yo've never been this close to a boy before, have you freak? No boy will ever come NEAR you. You reek." Then he pushed the light girl out of his way, hard enough to send her tumbling to the ground. He didn't even watch her land. "Why don't you talk to me Jacob? f you are willing to be friends with that scum, then why don't you take my offer instead? You could rule the school next year, if you let me shape you up. All the pretty girls you want, and protection from things like her. He pointed to the girl, barely glancing in her direction.

"What do you say, kid? It would be a lot better than being hurt and humiliated every day for the next two years, don't you think? All you gotta do is accept" He grinned, stepping closer to the boy in front of him. It was fun to play with him. He was much more afraid than any of his other victims, and there was a certain emotion that came out every single time that Aedden could never place his finger on. Hopelessness perhaps? Not to mention that the boy was rather attractive. And while he couldn't get close to him because his sexuality was hidden, he still enjoyed the expressions that made their way onto Jacob's face. It was Aedden's personal mission to make this kid cry. "How about it, Jaaaaacob?" He said, purposely dragging out the name as he took a few steps closer to the boy, so he was in close range. He wanted to see how close he could get before the other boy began to back up. It wouldn't take long. Aedden raised a slender eyebrow in question, ignoring the young girl that he had sent tumbling before.

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob nodded to her when she apologied to him. He didn't like it that she screamed at him, and she looked rather shocked that he jumped away from her. He didn't really mean to move that far away from her, but he did. He wasn't sure what he was scared of from her. She was tiny next to him. He nodded. ”I'm sorry.” was about all he said to her. He didn't know what else he could say to her before he got her mad again and would scare the crap out of him again. He sighed a bit and looked down. It was quiet for a moment ,before another male voice was heard and Jacob jumped again, a good two feet backwards.

He looked wide eyed at Aedden. He wasn't sure what to say. But he was already picking on Dawn. He pushed her to the ground and stepped closer to Jacob, who was still a good few feet away from him. He gulped slightly. He didn't know what to do. He just shook his head. He didn't like Aedden. Him and his friends always seemed to push Jacob around, slamming his face into lockers and everything. It hurt. Jacob's body shook a little. He didn't really want to go home with bruise and cuts again, he didn't want his face in the pavement either. That would hurt more then a lot of things. He didn't say anything for a moment. The kid thought that he was a mute, he never spoke to him in his life, and Jacob didn't really want to now but he had to. ”I..i don't want to..” he voice shook and he wasn't sure if Aedden was going to punch him, push him or even go near him.

Jacob jumped back a bit when Aedden stepped forward again. He was very scared and very jumpy when Aedden was around. A lot more then he usually was. He was very anti-social and he wasn't sure what to do. He shook his head. He didn't like Aedden and his friends, and he didn't want to be at the top of the school he didn't want to. He didn't care about that at all. It was stupid to ully kids just to be popular. He didn't even think that what he was being told was true. Most girls didn't look at him, at least that was what he thought.

Jacob's eyes were huge and he stepped another good foot back. He wanted to be far away from Aedden, but he didn't want to just leave Dawn to deal with him. That was just plain mean. And Jacob wasn't mean. Sure, he as sarcastic if you could actually get him to talk to you more then four sentences at a time, but other then that he was a very good quiet kid who didn't bother people, and was just picked on his whole life. He shook his head again at Aedden. He didn't want to be like them, he didn't want to pick on people, that wasn't who he was. He was never going to change. He was always going to be the very shy kid who never talked, and was probably thought as of as a mute. Which he wasn't. He would talk, just not very much and never really wanted to talk. He wasn't one that wanted to talk.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn opened her mouth to reply to Jacob's apology, to tell him that he had no reason to apologize as long as he told her he wouldn't do it again. But before he could speak, a sound stopped her, and she paused, listening carefully. Footsteps. She was about to say something, to ask who was there, when Jacob's eyes widened to the strange large shapethey had when she had scared him earlier. In her mind, she was repeating the same phrase. 'please don't be aedden.' over and over she chanted it, until a voice sounded, coming from directly behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for whatever he was going to do to her. Chills were going up and down her spine, and she crossed her arms across her chest, not wanting him to grab her by the wrist to whip her around.

Dawn shivered when she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. Her teeth were biting deep into her bottom lip, a habit she had when she was either nervous or scared. At the moment, she was both, which mixed together and made her absolutely terrified. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks when he spoke, but the way she was keeping her eyes closed tight stopped them, and then she felt his hand on her shoulder. She prepared herself for a hit to the face, but instead she found herself being thrown almost into the air, where she flew for about two seconds and the hit the ground, hard. Tears did spill down her cheeks now, and along with her forehead, her wrist was aching.

She stuggled to stand up and help Jacob, but every time she even sat up the black spots would return on her vision. "Stop it." she said weakly, struggling to stand up once again. He obviously din't hear her, because he just kept talking, kept going with whatever point he was trying to prove. "Stop!" se said a little bit louder. Maybe this time she would be heard.

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CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Aedden didn't like how Jacob was already backing up from him. He was still several feet away from the dark haired boy, and so far he hadn't done anything but talk to him. Sure, he had shoved the kid into the lockers before, hit him, anddid other things to him. But the kid needed to gain a little bit of backbone. He didn't even try to stand up to him when he was bullying him. It was like he wanted to be bullied, although the fear in his eyes clearly told Aedden that he didn't. For fuck sake, even trash girl was doing more than he was. At least she was trying to talk back, telling him to stop. He wouldn't of course, but she could continue telling him to if that was what the little shit desired. He wasn't even going tobother with her right now, he had a better target. If she suceeded in standing up, maybe he would deal with her then. But for now, she wasn't a threat at all. So he left her there, pleading with him.

Aedden was sick of the kid backing up, so he took two long strides and ended up right in front of Jacob. He reached out and grabbed the boy by the upper arms, pinning them in place. Now he wouldn't be able to walk away, not to mention the fact that they were fairly close to each other. Jacob was probably going crazy, having his worst enemy, Aeden Channing, just inches away from him. "That's much better. I like people looking at me when I speak." He said, bending over just slightly so he met the other boy's height. He was 6,2 which was only two inches taller than Jacob. So it worked out fairly well. "Now we can have a real conversation." He said, a crooked smile coming to his lips. When Jacob finally answered, he was surprised. He hadn't expected the almost mute kid to say anything, he never did. But this was good. Maybe he would finally get a better reaction that just fear in the eyes. Pleading. Begging. Or maybe even an agreement to join them.

However, Aedden was not pleased with the words. He had wanted the other boy to agree, because he had a plan to humiliate him. Simply ask for a handshake to prove the other boys loyalty, than twist his arm around and remove the rubber bracelets that the boy always wore. There had to be something under there, he was ALWAYS wearing them. Cuts, a tattoo maybe? He was curious, and he wanted to know. Then he would pull out his phone and snap a picture, which would be hung around the school in time for the first day back. The smile on Aedden face faded, and he leaned forward, like he was going to tell Jacob a secret. Then, he spit in the other boys face. The ultimate sign that you think someone is scum. He made it a hobby to do it to every victim he had, sometimes even more than once. Trash girl had gone through it, but he had never done it to Jacob. He only did it on his own, personal attacks. And this was actually the first time he had targetted Jacob alone. Usually the other guys were with him, to laugh and taunt the young boy.

"What's wrong with my deal, Jacob?" he asked, gluing his eyes on Jacob's blue ones. If the boyeven attempted to look away, he would hit him. Probably just a slap, a warning signal. But it would still hurt, because the younger boy was so much weaker than he was. "I thought it was pretty good. You get out of being bullied, you get some friends, and maybe we will even be able to teach you how to talk." He pretended to think, muttering "Now what wa wrong..." to himself. Then he let his face light up, like he had thought of something. "It was the giiirls, wasn't it? Are you a fag Jacob? We have plenty of pretty BOYS for you as well." If he had been in his right mind, Aedden would have never said that. That word hurt people like him. But when he was in a mood, he didn't think. He became a completely different person, a mean one who didn't care about anything or anyone. He batted his eyelashes at Jacob comincally, a grin on his face. This was getting fun.

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob didn't like how he pushed Dawn to the ground, and he watched her fall over and not be able to get up. He was sure she was still hurt from walking into the pole. He looked at Aedden after a moment, and started to back up a bit more when Aedden moved forward and grabbed his arms and wouldn't let go. And it hurt. Jacob was very thin, and didn't have a lot of muscle, so the boy had his fingers wrapped around his bones too, which hurt like hell. Jacob tried to move his arm away from Aedden, but he wouldn't. He sighed a bit and pulled away. He didn't look at him, even though he said to. He wasn't looking at him.

His pale blue eyes looked down at Dawn, watching her. He wanted to make sure she was okay, and Jacob looked like a real wimp because he was just standing there, waiting Aedden to do something. He was scared of him, and his eyes showed that. ”Dawn..” he said softly. He wanted to make sure she was okay, and he didn't even care that Aedden was a good few inches next to him. He just was hiding his wrists from him. He didn't want the boy to find the cuts. He didn't trust anyone not even his own parents about things like that. He only ever told his brother, and his brother couldn't help him now. Jacob looked up at Aedden, with eyes that screamed go away. They screamed leave me alone. He wanted to be alone. He didn't like this. It hurt.

He watched Aedden's smile fade from his cruel lips and he wanted to look away from him, but he didn't. He closed his eyes as Aedden moved closer to him and spit on him. He opened his eyes and pulled one on his arms up, even if it hurt to move is arms because Aedden has his arms. He wiped the spit off of his face and looked at hm. He shook his head again, still not saying anything. He didn't want to join them. He wanted to stay who he was. He didn't want to pick on people. It was wrong. He hated it. Jacob tried to pull away from him, but it didn't work at all. He kept shaking his head at Aedden, now probably not going to stay anything at all to anyone. He was a total mute now. He wasn't going to say anything now. He didn't want to He was scared.

Aedden was making fun of him as always now. Jacob looked at him, glaring, and came up with a very good comeback but it would hurt him dearly. Worth it? Probably not, but he wanted to say it. ”No...i'm not a fag...but you are.” he said softly, the rudeness of his words dripped like poison in his voice. Now he was in deep trouble with the boy. Jacob was very sarcastic when he needed to be, and was rather rude at times. He braced himself for how much that one little comment was going to hurt him. But Jacob found it totally worth it. Even if now he was in trouble with the boy who always bullied him. He was in a shitload of crap now. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but now he was starting to show a backbone, just very slightly. Jacob took a step back and Aedden would follow because he still had his arms. Or he would tighten his grip and cause Jacob to whimper slightly. It hurt to feel the fingers around his arms that were the boy who hated him.

Jacob bit his lip and looked at him, his eyes still screaming let me go. Jacob never fought, and just dealt with it. And he didn't even know why he told him off. Course now he was going to be all bruised up, more cuts on himself, but he felt like he should have said it. Now he was going to like, die. He did want that more then anything else, but he wasn't suicidal or anything. All he did was cut himself.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Jacob kept trying to avoid his gaze and look at trash girl, who was struggling to sit up. He didn't want Jacob looking at her, he wanted the boy to put all of his attention on him. He wanted to see the fear in his eyes, and he wanted to watch Jacob wince when he hurt him. He had the feeling that his grip on the other boy's arms was probably already hurting him, because Jacob was that weak. Aedden didn't even understand how a boy would be that weak. Even he hadn't been that bad when he was young, and he had been subject to mental abuse. Aedden let go of one of Jacob's arms, raising his hand and hitting the small boy, hard, on the side of the cheek. That would show him to stop watching trash girl.

Then Aedden let his hand find the spot it had been on before, and he tightened his grip on the boys arms, this time squeezing enough to MAKE it hurt. "Told you to look at me." he hissed, narrowing his eyes at Jacob when the other boy finally looked back at him. "Trash girl is just fine, or she will be as long as she stays there. If she doesn't behave, I can't make any promises." He laughed, watching the girl through the corner of his eye. She was still trying to get up, and he wondered why. Was she going to try and be a hero and take on a boy who wa almost a foot taller than her? That would certainly be entertaining. If she attempted that, he would have no problem with hurting her. If she attacked him, she would pay.

Aedden scowled when Jacob wiuped the spit off of his face without saying a thing. He had been expecting some sort of a reaction, at least a frown or something. But Jacob was so har to break. Wait, maybe that was what he could do? Break him? That would certainly get a reaction out of the younger boy. If things came to that, he would not hesitate to attempt it. It was during summer, so the school couldn't do shit about it, and the police wouldn't give a damn. His aunt was too well known in this place for him to get in trouble. She could really fuck up ther lives if they did anything to him. That was where a good chunk of his power came from.

When Jacob spoke, Aedden's heart stopped. He stuggled to keep the same taunting look on his face, the scowl. Did Jacob know somehow? In his mind, he was screaming. If anyone found out, there wen his popularity. His friends would leave him all alone again. Maybe even his aunt would abandon him. His father had kicked him out when he heard. Would his Aunt do the same? But, how did Jacob know? He had to be kidding, just giving a comeback to what he had said before. That had to be it. Aedden blinked inocently, before the cruel smile returned to his face. That was a bad move on Jacob's part. He definitely wouldn't be going away without a good fucking up now.

"Sorry to disappoint you mate." He said, with a crooked grin, He released Jacob's right arm for a second, so he could push his blonde bangs from his eyes, so Jacob could see right in there. "But, I'm straight as a flagpole you see. You, well, you I'm not to sure about." His hand found the spot again, and he held on tightly, so the other boy wouldn't even be able to move. He leaned in closer, leveling his eyes with Jacob's blue ones, so their faces were meer inches apart. "I doubt you have even had your first kiss." He leaned in closer, making it so their lips were just millimetres apart. "Wonder what would happen if I just leaned in and" he lowered his voice, with a grin. "Stole it." he whispered. "It would be disgusting. But, I bet it would rile you up, fag." His heart was fluttering incontrollably, but he ignored it, and held the position, waiting for a reaction before deciding what he should do. "Or, I could beat the crap out of you." He said, voicing it like it would be a choice. Really, unless Jacob surprised him, both would probably happen. He would steal the kiss to ease his own thoughts, then he would beat Jacob for the accusation. Best of both worlds.

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob hadn't been planning that he would be slapped, and his head snapped to look at Aedden when he slapped him. Ouch! That hurt. He looked at him, his face stinging. He looked at him, with a very blank expression. He didn't want t get hurt, but that was already happening. He winced as the boy hugs his hands around his arms tighter. It hurt. And he was sure that they boy could feel his bones, which was scary. When his fingers wrapped around his bones, he almost screamed. It hurt like hell, but he didn't make a noise. He just winced slightly, ever so slightly that unless you were looking for it, he would have seemed unphased by it.

Jacob didn't like this. The boy was hurting him. His wrists still behind his back, hiding the fact that he cuts himself. He looked away from him again. He didn't want to look at Aedden, but he knew he would be slapped again. He looked down at his feet, like he was defeated almost. Of course, that would result in another slap, and he didn't care. He looked up after a moment, his face still bright red from the slap. What exactly was Aedden planning on doing to him. What ever it was it was going to hurt. A lot.

When he had called him a fag, Aedden had tensed for a moment. He didn't know if the boy was gay or not. Though, it wouldn't explain a lot if he was. He didn't know anything about Aedden, other then he liked to pick on people. He didn't understand why the other boy just tensed up, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He smiled slightly though. Maybe he was gay, and was just trying to hide it. Maybe he was still in the closet. Maybe he didn't want people to find out thath e was gay, cause then they would call him a hypocrite and he would loose everything. All of his friends, all of the power over the school. No one would be afraid of him. Ever.

Urgh. The kid was straight. At least, that was what he said. Aedden always lied, that it was so hard for Jacob to tell if he was telling the truth or not. Jacob looked at him. ”I'm not gay..'' he said softly. Jacob tried to move, but he had a very tight grip on his arms, and it hurt like hell. He whimpered slightly and looked at him as his face was just inches from his. He turned bright red and looked away from him, letting his gaze fall to the ground beside him. He didn't ever kiss a girl. And he didn't care. He was very shy, and he didn't think that girls actually liked him. His pale blue eyes widened when he Aedden's face was only millimeters away from his. He gasped slightly as the closeness. ”I wouldn't like it..” he said. He wouldn't like that all. He rather be beaten up then actually kissed by another male. He didn't like guys. He rather girls. He knew that either way, he was going to get beaten up.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Aedden was grinning to himself, glad that he had managed to hurt Jacob. He knew that the slap had hurt, he could tell by the way Jacob's cheek was turning red. Dawn made a protesting noise behind them, but he ignored her. She had nothing to do with this, and she wasnt a threat to him at all. Even Jacob and Dawn together wouldn't be able to do shi to him. He was stronger than them both, and neither of them had the courage to do anything. Neither of them were good for anything, except for maybe Dawn at picking up garbage. Jacob was just a waste of a life, he was never going to do anything with himself. He would just live alone, mutely, doing absolutely nothing until he finally drove himself crazy and commited suicide. Such a waste of good looks...

Aedden was watching Jacob's face carefully when he squeezed the boy's arms tighter. He could fel the bones under there, which disgusted him, but he continued to tighten his grip. He knew it was hurting the other boy, because he saw the slight wince. He had been looking for it. Jacob looked down for a moment, and rather than hitting him, Aedden used the opportunity to plan the next move. What did he want accomplished during this? He always had a goal, usually it was just to get a reaction out of Jacob. But now, he already had a reaction, the guy actually spoke. So what was he going to aim for now? The rubber bracelets around his wrists? Tears? Both? Both sounded amusing. If he came back with pictures of that shit, he would be made a legend. They had been trying to get this goal for months. If he did it by himself, there was no way he'd be booted from the group.

Aedden wanted to laugh at the boy's remark. His true thoughts were that no one was completely straight, and no one was completely gay. If he ever found an amazing enough girl, he would probably go out with her. Just like if there was ever a guy for Jacob, which there probably wasn't, it would happen as well. It all depended on the perfect person for you. That wasn't your decision. It was all rested on fate. "How do you know?" he taunted quietly. At the level his voice was, he highly doubted Dawn even knew what was going on. She probably couldn't hear them talk. "Have you had some romantic adventures I don't know about? Do share"

The whimper that the younger boy let out was rather amusing, even though it was pathetic. What eally made him smile was the way Jacob's face turned completely red when he realized exactly what the distance between the two of them was. Which, was pretty much nothing. But was he going to kiss the other boy? He wanted to, but there were other factors that came into play. Dawn for instance. He could probably kick her from here and knock her out, but it all depended on how hard he was able to kick her when he was still holding Jacb in place. He supposed he could try, it may work. "Why don't I give you another choice?" he whispered to Jacob. "Since you chose wrong the first time."

Aedden let go on one of the boy's arms. It didn't matter, Jacob still wouldn't be able to get away. His other hand still had tight grip, plus his arms were probably aching. "I can kiss you and you can prove to me just how not gay you are, and then I can give you a good beating for calling me a fag." he began, with a small smile on his face. "Or," he continued, pulling one of Jacob's hands from behind his back with his free hand. "I can take a look, and a picture, of exactly what's under these bracelets. If you don't chose, I'll just have to decide for myself."

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob was in pain, Aedden was really hurting him now. It as pain, and he was cutting the blood off to his arms. His fingers were going numb and it felt really weird, and he didn't like it. He didn't like the tingling and pins and needles in his hands. Jacob has tried to pull away a few times, but it hurt, and the grip around his arms had only gotten worse. He shook slightly, not really liking this at all. His arms were numb, which wasn't good at all.. He bit his lip, holding back the tears that he knew would swell in his eyes if he wasn't careful.

He didn't want to give Aedden the satisfaction of making him cry. It would only make it worse. Aedden would know his breaking point, and he wouldn't want the other boy to know that. Jacob stood there and let the other boy hurt him. He just stood there looking down at the ground, not daring to look at him. He was in pain, and he wasn't going to let anyone see it. Oh how he wished that his brother was still alive, then he wouldn't have been picked on as much, and Xavier would know what to do against Aedden and his friends. Jacob pulled it together and didn't want to be seen as it looked like he was going to cry. He looked up at the other boy and sighed.

He had no doubt that the boy wasn't sure about Jacob's sexuality. No one was but him. He was straight, he didn't find a dick all that attractive.”Cause I don't think any guy is good looking..” he said softly, the pain sure enough in his voice. His voice was shaking slightly, and he couldn't stop it. He shook his head, a no. He didn't ever kiss anyone, but then again, no one really wanted to kiss him. He didn't feel the need to make some girl want to be with him. He was way to shy after all. He bit his lip and shook his head to the boy. He didn't like either of those options. Either one would haunt the rest of his life. He would either have to say his first kiss was with a male, or be made fun of more with the fact that Aedden would find out that he cut himself. And that wasn't very good.

”I...don't like either...of those options..” he said. If he was going to hurt Jacob more, why didn't he just do it already? It hurt enough just to have Aedden's had around his arms. And now he wanted to find out about the cuts, or kiss him and beat the shit out of him. Why did he want to kiss him anyway? Not that Jacob would dare to tell anyone if Aedden was gay or not. He was way to scared, and he didn't have anyone to tell. He didn't have any friends, and he would probably cut himself again tonight after what was happening now. This was just painful to listen too, to be himself at this moment was painful.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Another laugh came after Jacob's words. Really, it wasn't all that funny. But if the other boy heard him laughing at him, it would hurt more than no reaction. He could alread tell tht the other boy was fighting back pain, from the shaking in his voice. He knew that sound well, he had spoken like that for years, all the time. Everytime he had said 'yes father' his voice had wavered in the exact same way. It was pain, and fear. Aedden liked hearing that. It told him just how close to tears the other boy way. "Ah, but there's more to love than just looks. You would have to know that, right? You think anyone is ever going to like you for your looks? If you do, you are sadly mistaken." Lie. "Then again, your personality isn't particularly appealing either. So maybe you'll just be alone forever." That part was the truth. This kid's personality was almost as bad as Trash Girls, but in the exact oppisite way. He was too quiet and timid. She was too outspoken and strong.

Aedden would have to make a decision, and fast. What was he going to do? His mind was screaming at him to kiss the boy, and it was beginning to get harder to keep his breathing regular. Everytime he let his eyes meet Jacb's blue ones, he realized just how close he was, and his heart reacted the same way itwould if he had just run a marathon. Of course, on the outside he was still calm and collected. For now. If he kissed the boy, it would have to be quick. The position they were in was already scadulous enough, and if someone saw them with their lips together, rumors would circulate quickly. And now that he was in this position, his lips so close to the younger boys, one hand tight around his arm, the other around his wrist, he sort of had no choice to do it.

The plan formulated itself in his mind quickly. If he was going to kiss Jacob, he had to do somethign at the same time, so it would seem like the kiss had been for another reason. The idea came to him easily as well. During the kiss, when the other boy's mind was set on the pure disgust of being kissed by another guy, he would slip his thumb under the rubber bracelets and pull them off. Then he would pretend nothing had happened, so the other boy wouldn't notice. After beating him up, Aedden would snap a picture with his phone, and send it to Riley, who would hook it up to the entire school. If it was something worth sharing that is.

Aedden adjusted his balance, so he would be able to stay balanced on one foot for a few moments. Then, without warning, he kicked straight out into the air. His foot connected with the girl's head with sickening sound, and he hoped he didn't do any serious damage. He was cruel, but he didn't want to put a girl into a wheelchair or any of that shit. He watched, seeing if it had worked. It had. The girl crumped to the ground and didn't struggle to stand back up. The job had been done.

Then he turned his attention back to Jacob and grinned. He simply winked at him, before losing in and destroying the space between them. Their lips met, and Aedden hooked his thumb under the bracelets. He took a step closer, so not only their lips, but their bodies were pressed together. That should be a distraction enough. He pushed the rubber bracelets don carefully, struggling. It was a difficult job to do when his heart was pounding a mile a minute and he was struggling not to get too riled up. An erection would not help at this specific moment in his life.

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob knew that the boy was right. He wasn't that good looking, at least in his opinion he wasn't. He was just a very emo looking boy, with lip rings and all. He also was very quiet, almost a mute. No one liked him. Everyone, and that really did mean everyone. It was sad to think that he would probably die alone. He didn't know anyone who would dare to want to be with him. It was sad, but his brother died alone, and to think that his brother would be there waiting for him would be the greatest thing. He missed his brother more then anything in the world. If he would, he would bring him back and change that he was the one that died. Not Xavier.

He watched as Aedden moved and kicked Dawn in the head, right were she had the bump on her head from when she walked into the pole. He gasped slightly, and closed his mouth almost instantly. Dawn was a nice girl, she didn't deserve that. But no one deserved what he went threw either. Fate was cruel to him, and he knew that. It was just a pain to watch Dawn get hurt. She didn't need that,. She didn't need to be out cold on the ground. He didn't look at her for a moment, closing his eyes.

A moment after he closed his eyes they flew open to the touch of someone's lips on his. He almost opened his mouth, but was scared to. He stood there completely shocked. He didn't think that the boy would have actually done that. He felt the boy press his whole body into him, and Jacob really didn't like this. He hated the taste of the boy's lips on his. The touch of his body against Aedden's. Everything about he was gross. But Aedden had him so that Jacob couldn't move his arms to push him away. He didn't even notice that Aedden had started to take his bracelets off, on the wrist that had just barely scabbed over from last night. He pulled away after a moment, using all the strength that he had, yanking his arm away from the boy and the rest of the bracelets off his arm and into Aedden's hand. He stood there with his other arm still in Aedden's grip. He looked at him and looked like he was going to puke. He definitely didn't like that.

He looked down and realized that his cuts were showing and he instantly pulled his arm behind his back before Aedden could see his wrist, with a slight gasp.. He wasn't going to let his secret out. Not even after that gross kiss. He hated it. He looked at the bracelets in Aedden's hand. ”Give..them back..” he said softly. He wanted them back without getting his secret revealed.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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If his lips hadn't been on the other boys, Aedden would have laughed at the way Jacob's eyes flew open. It was obvious the boy had been trying to shield what had just happened to Dawn from his mind, and it was quite comical how his eyes just flew open. After Aedden was done with him, Jacob would wish he was Dawn. He wasn't going to give up until he A) saw what was under those rubber braclets of his, and B) until he saw tears rolling down those disgustingly pale cheeks. Would it kill the kid to get a bit of a tan? Or was he trying to look like a vampire? Who could remain that white in the middle of summer? He didn't even know that was possible.

It was so difficult concentrating on his task when his horomones were running wild. It wasn't like he particularly liked Jacob, because really, the kid needed a backbone. But this was the first kiss with a male he had had since moving to Trenton. For a moment, he found himself missing Damien. Then he reminded himself that he had two jobs to do. The first was a lot easier than the second, simply get the damn bracelets off. Keeping calm was so much harder. His head was pounding and he wasn't getting enough air, but he continued to breathe calmly through his nose. He was abut to get the bracelets off, when the other boy yanked away with surprising force. Luckily, his fingers were still hooked on the bracelets, and they came off in his hand.

Aedden stood there in shock for a split second and then remembered that he had to react badly to that, or his secret was in trouble. He forced a grimace on his face, scrunching up his nose to make t appear like he was absolutely disgusted. Then, once again, he spit in Jacob's face. "Jeez, that was nasty." he muttered, spitting again. He wiped his lips with the back of the hand that wasn't closed around the bracelets. His hand cloed tightly around the bracelets, so they would stay securely in his hand. Until he got a picture, he wasn't giving up the bracelets. Maybe he would even keep them, as a souvenir.

Aedden look towards his wrist, but Jacob was hiding it behind his back. That was fine, he would see it eventually. It would just take a few hits. First, he might as well continue with the mind games. They worked better on Jacob than physical violence. "You're going to have to make me. Because, until I see that wrist of yours, you will not be getting these bracelets back." He laughed, and then pulled the bracelets onto his own wrist. He knew how difficult it was to get off someone else, and Jacob didn't have anyway to distract him. "So what are you going to do, Hart? Sic you dead brother on me? I'm terrified." He said sarcastically, running his fingers through his hair. "Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob didn't like Aedden, and after that kiss, the hate only made it worse. He hated him now. He hated his lips on his, he hated how their bodies touched. He hated everything about them. It was horrible. He hated it. He wanted to puke, but he couldn't leave without his bracelets. He needed thought. He really did. He didn't want Aedden to find out about them, but he did want his bracelets back. He hated that kiss so much. And now he couldn't even have a real first kiss with a girl because of him. Which sucked greatly.

He looked at him as he held his bracelets. He wasn't going to give up without a fight. He didn't want the truth to be set free, it would only set everyone to make fun of him more. Which he didn't want. He would loose a fight like always when he fought with Aedden. Aedden was a goof fifty pounds heavier then Jacob was, and that was just pure body mass. It had nothing to do with fat or anything. Jacob was on the very skinny side. He didn't want to eat, he didn't find that great anymore. He really just ate tofu and was a vegetarian now. Which had its up and its downs. He bit his lip and looked down at his feet. He kept his wrist behind him.

When Aedden brought Xavier into this, he didn't look up. He closed his eyes and tried to hold back tears, but one, just one fell from his eyes and hit his shoe. He didn't like it when people made fun of Xavier. He was a great boy, smart, kind to everyone, and Xavier was popular. And look were his little brother was now. Being bullied and almost a mute. It was terrible. ''why bring Xavier into this..he's not even alive..'' he said, his voice shaking. He didn't know what to do. He loved his brother and he didn't like it when people made fun of him for it. His brother was a great kid, and he loved him still. Xavier gave his life for Jacob, he had suffered a lot more burns, a lot more glass shards into his back, and ended up dying two days later because of his injuries. Why would you want to make fun of a dead person? Or use it against some one? It was very cruel, and disrespectful to the dead.

Jacob looked up at him. He wasn't going to just let the boy take a picture of his wrist. ”No.” was about all he said. He didn't want to fight, but he wanted the bracelets back. Sure, he could go back to hot topic and get some more, but he liked those ones. They had the blood stains from the crash of his brother still on them. He looked at him. He wasn't going to give in. He was stubborn, and he knew he shouldn't be. The shy, anti-social boy was stubborn and wasn't going to let his secret come out. He could always say to someone that Aedden kissed him, but then, no one would believe him. They would all ask Aedden, who would tell them that Jacob kissed him, and then of course everyone would think that they shy boy was gay too. And that would make him more of a target for a lot more people to go after him with. And he didn't want that. But he didn't want the cutting to get out around the town. That would lead to disaster.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[aedden jonathan channing]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Aedden let out a giant grin, wondering what the smaller boy was going to do now. If Jacob had had any chance of winning a fight against him before, it was completely gone now. If he was going to have to keep one hand out of Aedden's sight during the fight, it was going to be a piece of cake to take down the kid. Even easier than before. The blonde boy held his wrist up, showing off the fact that he was wearing the younger boy's bracelets. Maybe he would keep them, if they were so important to him. They would be another trophy to show that he had won the battle. He already had some stupid pin of Trash Girls, and some other shit from the random other kids he had taken down. Even some money came out of it. They bribed him with rather large amounts of money not to hurt them. then he would tae payment and hold off until the next day, when he would sic some other guys on them. Still got money, still saw pain.

Aedden had never brought up the boy's brother before, at least not to his face. It was something that was labelled a last resort, something to be brought up if you weren't sure you were going to succeed in the mission. But he knew that that would be one topic that would certainly bring out a reaction in Jacob. And it did, as was planned. Aedden saw the single tear that fell, and it made him grin. That wasn't enough of course, because he wanted a picture of it. But it was certainly a start to what could turn into a sob fest later on. If th boy was already weak enough to cry in front of the enemy, then he wouldn't hold much longer. If Aedden had learned one thing from his father, it was that you don't cry in front of the enemy. He had made that mistake several times, and it always made the enemy get significantly worse with their bullying. When he cried in front of his father, tha was whn the insults had always gotten harsher. That was when he had gotten hit too.

Oh, how Aedden loved his mind games. They certainly came in handy when he was bored. Plus, his tagets had absolutly no ide about anything in his life, so they couldn't use shit against him. He had done a good job of hiding his previous life from everyone in Trenton. So far, not one person had discovered any of his secrets. "Why m I saying any of this shit? 'Cause I know it's not what you want to hear, and that's what I'm here for. And you know, I have two theroys of why your brother isn't alive. I didn't know him, but based on you, I'm pretty sure one of the two is right." He grinned, brushing some hair from his eyes. "Theroy one is that he was as weak and stupid as you, and that's why he's dead." He paused, waiting to see if Jacob was going to say anything to that.

"Or two, he had a hero complex like Trash Freak over there, and died protecting your weak ass. I'm guessing it's this one. How's it feel, knowing it's your fault he's dead? Do you wish it was you? Or are you just an asshole and you don't give a fuck?" At Jacob's answer, he grinned. He liked te hard way, it was always more fun. He coul always depend on Jacob to give him a fun ride. Most of his other targets would have given in easily. "So it's going to be the hard way then? I'm fine with that." He lunged towards Jacob, trying the easist method first. He would try and pry his wrist from behind his back. If that didn't work, then he'd beat the shit out of the little emo kiduntil he was too weak to resist.

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[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob held it pretty well together when Aedden was talking about his brother. He knew that it wasn't his fault that he was dead, it was the person who cut them off and made them swerve off the road, then have th car fip over a few times before hitting a tree and causing the gas to ignite. It wasn't his fault. The last thing he even remembered was the car smashing into a tree and then it went black. He has passed out. Jacob said absolutely nothing to him. He had gone to the point were he wasn't going to speak. At all. He stood there, not looking at the boy. He held the tears back, not letting them break threw.

It wasn't worth it. Aedden wasn't worth it. He didn't want him to find out anything about him. He didn't want anything to do with Aedden. He was an asshole with a douchebag complex. He didn't want to bother with him, but of course he had to. He bit his lip for a moment and didn't move. He didn't want to give the boy the satisfaction of even thinking that it hurt him. He didn't want to show him. He wasn't going to let the boy win. At anything today. Jacob would jump out of the other boy's way if he lunged at him. He had been able to jump out of the way when his father tried to hit him a lot, and of course he always was hiding now. What Jacob didn't understand was why the other boy had brought his brother into this. His brother was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it. The boy would get his share of Karma back for mocking the dead. It always happened. You mock the dead, and something would happen to you.

Jacob looked at him, is eyes blank for once. His face blank. He didn't move, he didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He stared at him. He watched Aedden stand, and when he lunged, he jumped to the side, watching the boy miss him by a good six or so inches. He wasn't going to let him see his wrist. Sure, if Aedden was able to catch him, he was in deep shit. He was very weak next to a lot of the other guys and he didn't want to be hurt more then he was going to get. He was going to get picked on more when the cuts were found. He moved again, a good three feet away from Aedden now. Still, he said nothing, and his wrist still behind his back. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't say anything. He closed his mouth and then opened it back up. ”i don't care if you hurt me. But trashing the dead is low...even for you Aedden.” he said softly. He didn't care if he was hurt that much, he cared more about how the boy was trashing the dead. It wasn't fair to trash someone, who was dead.

Jacob hoped to god that something happened to the other boy, like someone had caught him kissing Jacob. It was fairly obviously that Aedden kissed him, from the marks on his wrist and his arm that Jacob wasn't able to move the whole time. He hoped that someone saw that, someone caught that Aedden had kissed him. He wanted Aedden's life to be just as shitty as Jacob's was. But Jacob couldn't be mean if it killed him. He would still be nice to the other boy, even after everything that Aedden put him through.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.