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as much as she hated it, he did have a point, rumors were nasty. she had been on the wrong end of them too many times. “jt’s fist might have soemthing else to say about that. but if you don’t mind me asking, what does go on in that van of yours?”

Jay shrugged, letting out a small eye roll at the mention of none other than James Tiberius Yorke. “Yet, I don’t care what he thinks about me. Either love me or hate me. I sleep like a baby either way. Nothing but adventure happens there. And if you’re lucky every player gets a prize.”

“Better a semi truck than a plane.” She shrugs, eyebrows slightly raised and her smirk never leaving her features. “This might just be a hunch…” She pauses for a beat, “But i think you might get over it.”

“You got me there.” He laughed, pulling his backpack up over his shoulder as he shook his head at the girl. “You know, you might just be wrong about that and I might just have to find me a new girl best friend.” He smirked.

“well you’re no preacher’s son,” she smirked. “i mean you’re still here in one piece. you’re pretty much fine.” heather laughed a little. “i’m sure you’ve got a long list of people who hate you.”

“Of course not. What kind of appeal would I have if I was. But, hey. I can be really nice if you want me to.” He smirked, stepping closer as he put an arm around the girl. “I’m sure there is. But, I could say the same thing about you. I don’t hear rainbows and sunshine when your name pops up in conversations.”

“Tell me about it. You aren’t that horrible, at least being around you doesn’t make me want to punch you.” Tristan told the other. “Maybe you just caught him on a bad day. Those happen.”

“Well, you may be the first person who isn’t in the ‘i hate jay fanclub’ so for that I’ll thank you.” He chuckled, hiding some key information to the fight he had with JT. “Maybe, I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“ hey – ” jt pulled his fingers away just in time , avoiding possible smashed digits. yeah , okay , maybe punching jay was not as consequence free as he would have liked , but even now , he didn’t regret. “ oooooh , big , tough jay ! i’m shaking ! go ruin someone else’s life , man. ”

Jay stepped closer to the boy, spit coming off his lips as he hissed out. “I’d watch myself if I were you. You may have sucker punched me, but we both know who won that fight.” he laughed. “Oh, poor JT. Lied to his little girlfriend, tried to get in the game and failed. I gave you opportunities. That’s it. Anything else that happened is still your fault.”

“oh your favorite, huh? jay i’m flattered,” the sarcasm in her voice was rich, but there was some actual flattery in there. “he’s good, though! he’s got more friends than i do. yeah, i don’t think you’ve been over…ever since sean moved out, so…yeah. that’s quite some time, indeed.” ellie’s voice wavered awkwardly, trying to find a balance between annoyed and actually trying to make conversation. really, she couldn’t remember the last time she talked to jay at all, let alone attempted to be cordial about it.

“As you should be. I’ve always been a fan of girls with a little sass in them.” He laughed, putting his books in his bag. “Well, it’s hard to beat him. I mean, how could you not be friends with a face as cute as his. Oh, you mean when Sean left you? Don’t feel bad, he left me too. But, I got him back. They always come back.” He teased. No matter how hard the boy tried, he never could have a nice genuine conversation with most people; especially girls.

“Wow. Who would have thought some girls didn’t want to sleep with you in a dirty, old van.” Marco told him, shaking  his head. Why he was friends with Jay, he would never know.

“They must just not have any sense of adventure. And hey, that van isn’t old, it just has character.” Jay added, trying his best not to laugh at the words that came from his mouth.

“hate to break it to you, but i’ve been keeping out of trouble whilst i was living with my parents,” he said slowly, being a bit sassy to his friend. “but i’ll remember that next time. keep the face covered when you’re gonna be an idiot. i didn’t even know i’d punched it until after it’d happened, i was so up in my head about how shit things had gone with ellie..” he explained, followed by a sigh. “oh? she seemed nice?” he prompted, unsurprised at jay not liking someone.

“Way to go, my friend. I’m glad that one of us has managed to stay out of trouble for the most part.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. “Speaking of being as idiot, Fitz was looking for you. But, I told him that I didn’t even know you returned, so your welcome. Why is he looking for you anyways?” Jay shrugged. “Everyone seems nice. I just don’t get the right vibe from her.”

“Not really.” Imogen shrugs from her locker, shoving some textbooks from her history class inside, “More like a B-list movie performance if anything, Jay. It doesn’t hurt to be nice, you know. ” But she’s got a teasing smirk on her face.

Jay made a shocked face, trying to act as hurt as possible. “I thought you of all people would encourage my dreams, not demolish them with a semi truck.” He teased with a laugh. “Actually, it hurts a lot.”

“Yeah, you made sure it was riveting,” she countered, a quick smirk appearing until the second remark registered. “Well, that’s your own fault for having bad taste. I wouldn’t be so freely admitting it.”

“are you sure about that?” she teased, as she poked his arm. “yeah i can see that. looks like he did a little damage which is surprising.” she rolled her eyes. “well it’s all done now. you can go back to ignoring his existence and no more fighting.”

“Now, do I look like the type to ever lie?” He teased back. “He got a cheap shot in, nothing too major. I got him where it counts.” He added with a nod. “I don’t know if that’s possible. Dude hates me.”