raise hell

“Wow, judgy much? It’s funny that someone that complains so much about people prejudging him and thinking he’s a criminal actually does the same with others. Kinda speaks about you, doesn’t it?” Despite her harsh words, her expression softened only slightly upon hearing what was troubling him. It wasn’t an excuse for being a dick, but Victoria wasn’t completely cold-hearted, either. “Hannah isn’t doing too well, is she?” Her tone became so much softer, almost like a whisper, and her mentality of the situation shifted, if only a little. “I can give her some of my rations, if you’d like. If she’d take them. I don’t really mind.” It’s not like she was best friends with Hannah, but losing a brother had to be though. If she could do something to ease the situation… she would.  

“i didn’t say anything about people prejudging me. i never said their thoughts were wrong, and no one said i’m not a criminal.” hannah isn’t doing too well, is she? he rolled his eyes. “oh, suddenly you want to be sympathetic? go ahead, offer her your rations. it would be a change for someone to have the balls to actually offer them to her, to even look her in the face. most people have been leaving their rations by the front door and ding dong ditching her house. which, if it weren’t for me, their rations would be wasted, because my girl hasn’t left her bed in at least a week.”

"oh yeah, you’re real fucking funny. your silver spoon fed mouth wants to stick itself where it doesn’t belong. let’s see how funny you are when your brother dies. is your boyfriend going to do both of your work shifts so you can eat when you’re out of your mind with grief? no, i’m sure he won’t, because you probably don’t fucking have one!”

he let out a snort, laced with sarcasm. “a stressing situation. you probably wouldn’t know a stressing situation if it came over and knocked you on your ass. i bet the most stressing situation you’ve ever had was deciding which dress to buy. i have to wake up in the morning and decide if going to a work shift for rations so we can eat is worth my girlfriend’s sanity. you go spend an entire day alone with hannah and then you can talk to me about toning it down.”

jesse’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. today was not the day to fuck with him. “did i stutter? what part of that was unclear? it’s simple turn your head in a different direction or your head becomes lunch. i think it’s pretty self explanatory.”

"touchy?” of all of the words people had used to describe jesse in his life, touchy had never been one of them. “my girlfriend cries all day, barely sleeps, won’t eat, and when i leave to come here, any progress she’s made disappears.” he wasn’t yelling, but he was talking loud enough that all of the other nosy people listening to their conversation could hear. “so every day i have to choose whether we get to eat or she gets to keep her sanity for a little longer. if that means i’m touchy, so be it.”

jesse let out a deep sigh of defeat. not that it was hard, he didn’t want to go in the first place. he knew they’d eventually run out of food and then they’d be screwed, but he didn’t want her going back until she was ready. “if i’m not going anywhere then i need to cook what we do have so it doesn’t go bad,” he told her as he reached over and took her phone, texting grizz that no one was coming again. “if you want you can come with me and help... or just sit there and look pretty.” he gave her the best grin he could muster up.

she rolled over without getting any farther away from him, burying her face in his chest. “i don’t care. i’m not hungry.”

he was never the type of boyfriend to tell her what to do, mostly because he didn’t like being told what to do. he’d always found that amusing because she managed to get him to do whatever she wanted without even trying. which was why, in this case, he wasn’t as opposed to letting someone else do it. he’d let grizz hide it from her, not even bothering to ask where it was. it was probably better if he didn’t know anyway. i don’t care, i’m not hungy. as if leaving her wasn’t already hard enough. “i know,” he wrapped his arms around her tighter. “i can find someone to come stay with you.” 

his eyes wandered as he tripped over his own thoughts trying to work it out and suddenly, jesse wilson had a real pissy look on his face. “bro, chill,” clark said, raising his hands palms-up. “i wasn’t even looking at you.”

a month ago, jesse probably would’ve pummeled this guy. hell, before prom he probably would’ve. but now he didn’t have the energy. he barely had the energy for his usual threats, his last one already soaking up what was left of it. he wasn’t used to this, the constant draining feeling. he spent any time away from hannah working his shifts and, if he could manage, hers too. “whatever man, i’m too fucking tired for this shit. i just need to feed my damn girlfriend.”

✔ ┊❝ ( jordan connor. he/him &. cismale ) nineteen year old jesse wilson was listening to teenage dirtbag by wheatus when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it he wasn't supposed to be on the trip because he'd been suspended, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as loyal & resourceful, even if they’re known to be a little headstrong & undisciplined from time to time.