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Jace gritted his teeth in anger as the other male kept calling him that name, and he wrapped his hand on his wrist to stop himself from slapping or doing something else he’ll regret. The other boy might be a jerk but that does not mean Jace is stupid. “Stop calling me that,” he repeated as he rubbed his arm, looking down at the floor before looking back up into the other’s eyes, “don’t put the blame on me. This is not my fault that you felt the need to yell.”

Ever since Flynn was very little, people had always pushed him around. His mother blamed it on them and their asshole personalities and his father blamed it on the fact his son wasn't normal- He didn't function like any other child his age did, for Flynn didn't want to play with cars or run around with others, he hated when his mother tried to comfort him with a hug or a kiss, Flynn much preferred his own company, his own mind and it had took him years to build up such a persona which was hard to shatter. "You're really wasting your time here Curls." Flynn said with a bright grin on his face. Turning on his heel, his hands neatly folded behind his back, Flynn took the girl into his sights and sent her a devilish grin before moving towards her slowly, "Look, my love, I'm sorry that you're so incompetent and shit at your job you're a disgrace to the company, really from the bottom of my heart I am," He shot her a wink before turning back to the beautiful boy, "And you, Curls, Specs, which ever name you like best, I too am from the bottom of my heart sorry, that you're a nosy little know-it-all who would rather get in someone else's business then move on with his own life." He said, letting out a large exhale afterwards, "Wow, you're right, that did feel good. Now you can go." Flynn said smugly, his hands balancing on the till.

Jace thought either his or the other male’s eyes are going to roll from their eyes if this will continue, but he couldn’t help it. The brown eyed male made Jace’s nerves fly and he bit his lip to keep all the rude comments inside. His mother taught him not to say anything if he doesn’t have anything nice to say and right now Jace is thinking only rude things. “Stop calling me Specs, I have a name and it’s Jace thank you very much,” he said angrily, “you don’t need to be rude or yell at her though.”

Flynn let his brown eyes drift to his bitten finger nails, his attention more drawn to how jagged his nails looked than to whatever the hell the curly haired boy was saying. "If I wanted to know your name, Specs, I would have asked and I don't hence the fucking nickname, idiot." He rolled his eyes again, letting out a huff of exhaustion as he turned to lean on the desk, his eyes running from the girl who now looked like she was moments from bursting into tears and the adorable curly haired boy who was bright red with anger, "I didn't yell until you came over, I was using a reasonable volume, you made me yell." He was going to lose his shit, it was now official. He could not longer stand dealing with this boy but he really was not going to lose his battle, it was the one thing which was drilled into his head during his lectures, if you believe enough about something- never give in. "Right Specs, listen," Flynn started, keeping his voice low but filled with rage as he took another step towards the slightly smaller boy, "I'm not leaving this till until I get my soup, whether that takes hours, days even weeks I will stand here until I get my customer rights granted," He stretched out his finger and placed it sharply against the boys chest, prodding him as he continued to speak, "Now you can either do us all a favor and move to the next till or continue to look like an imbecile and wait behind me, either way, I will come off on top, I always do." Flynn let the words drip from his mouth as his eyes flickered across Jace's, his brown hue dropping to the boys lips for a moment before he stared back at his eyes.

Jace huffed as he rolled his eyes at the other male. Of course he didn’t care, he was a spoiled law student who clearly only care about himself and no one else’s feelings. The curly haired boy bit on his bottom lip as he held back a glare and moved his hair from his eyes. “Look,” he started, “I get that you want that soup and all but honestly do you really think you should yell at the poor girl because of that?”

Flynn rolled his eyes once again, something he had found himself doing a hell of a lot around this curly haired boy, and he turned his whole body to look at him, his lips forming a straight line as he focused all his attention now on the boy who apparently wanted it so desperately. "I have every legal right as a consumer to do whatever the fuck I want, it's a free country Specs and if I wanna let this girl know she's doing a shitty job then fucking hell fire I will alright?" He spat, his eyes creasing in anger. Opening his mouth slightly, Flynn shut it again in shock as he took a step towards the other male, "What did you just call me?" He had heard the mumble, half the store had heard it and now Flynn was enraged, he was sick to death of people thinking they knew him just because he was a law student, he was apparently so predictable and it irritated him to no extent. The dark haired boy always found it amusing that it was always him who would prove them wrong, that he wasn't that typical and that they, the assholes who judged him, were always the predictable ones. "No, if she doesn't know, then she needs to be fired for doing such a shitty job. Now there's plenty of open cashiers over there so why don't you fuck off?" Flynn said firmly, his arms crossed over his chest.

Jace rolled his eyes at the other, handsome— oh fuck. Shut up Jace, he’s a jerk— boy. “I’m sorry but your name nor is your story are important right now. What important is that you shouldn’t be rude just because she was doing her job just like her boss told her to.” That guy was extremely rude and there is nothing in this world that Jace hates, except people that are rude to others and that think they are better than everyone.

Flynn was almost going to lose it, he was half a second away from blowing his mind at the curly haired boy who was standing in front of him, stupidly sticking up for the girl. The darker haired boy noticed the slight flicker of green in the other boys eyes and it distracted him for a moment- His dark chocolate eyes getting lost in the hazel hue before he pulled himself from his ridiculous thought process, "I really couldn't care less here mate, I want my fucking soup at a discount as I have every right to." He stated, his arms tightening across his chest. There was a few things Flynn wanted to do right now, one of them was to take the can of soup and toss it and the other boy's head, hard enough to leave a mark but soft enough so he wouldn't get into any real trouble. The second thing however, really caught him by surprise, there was a part of him, albeit a very small part, that wanted to grab the blonde haired boy and shut him using nothing but his own lips. But Flynn really had to shake that thought out of his head as it disgusted him a little bit. "No, I don't need a manager if she would just follow the correct procedure."

‘Specs,’ Jace mouthed as the other started talking. Was this guy for real? Did he really just called him Specs? He huffed and fixed his glasses self consciously while glaring at him. “No,” he replied simply, crossing his arms across his chest, “we are not in some dumb mafia movie from the sixties first of all and second of all I don’t care how upset and angry you are, you should not insult someone just because they were doing their jobs and what they’re bosses tell him to do. So apologize to the poor girl, please.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Flynn had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the intolerable, though extremely good looking boy who was currently trying to lecture him for what he was worth. "Hold up cowboy, you don't know my name or my story so don't start snapping around about what I should or shouldn't do." The dark haired boy always got his way, that's half the reason he was so thankful for having such a large mouth, he could practically talk himself out of any situation whether it be talking himself a extension on an assignment or even just talking his way out of a conversation, his ability to accomplish anything just with words astonished himself. "Well then find another lane, idiot," Flynn retorted, feeling slightly childish for a moment until he fell back into feeling nothing but annoyance towards the curly haired boy, "No, I have every human right to request and receive a discount on goods that have passed their expiration date, as these goods are no longer fit for purchase by the consumer I have every right to receive them at a discount if I am still interested in purchasing them and if you really want me to, both of you," He mumbled, eyeing the bright red employee who was still staring at him, shocked, "I can pull out my damn textbook and show you the law which states this."

Jace huffed angrily before raising his brow at the other male. “Listen,” he started, looking at the cashier in apology with a soft, warm smile, “I don’t care whether it’s my business or not you still should not yell at the poor girl for doing her job so please buy whatever it is you want you want to buy and move along or at least let me buy my things.”

Now Flynn was seeing red. Not only was he in the midst of an argument with some girl who he knew by law had to give him the right of way, some curly haired- very attractive -boy had decided to butt his head in and Flynn was five seconds away from blowing his top-- Any normal person would have resorted to violence but seeing as Flynn was always against that kind of thing he decided maybe verbally intimidating the boy would work to his advantage. "Listen here, Specs," Flynn retorted, placing his hands on his hips as he eyed up the boy next to him, "I have as much right as you do to take my sweet as time in this lane, now I'm moving until this sorry excuse for an employee gives me my rightful discount on the damn can of tomato soup," He huffed, his voice moving up notches as he tried to keep himself as calm as he possibly could, he couldn't believe how worked up everyone was getting- Over soup. "Now go find another damn till to use or just wait your turn, capeesh?"

Jace hummed softly as he walked around the supermarket looking for ingredients for Rotini Lasagna and Tandoori Chicken and Cauliflower Tikka Pizza he promised he’ll make his roommate if she will make sure he’ll study for his finals and will keep his head in his books instead of going around looking for people to talk to.

Flynn was not in a good mood today- It had all started when he had woke up ten minutes earlier than he should have due to his roommates constant whining about where his physiology books were- Flynn was fully aware that the books had been thrown under the bed when his roommate stumbled through the door at two o’clock, a few hours before they were both due to wake up, due to his drunken state, but the dark haired boy was not in the mood to inform his still slightly under the influenced roommate of their whereabouts due to it still being dark outside. And now Flynn had found himself stuck in the middle of an argument with some teenage girl, whose face now resembled something similar to a tomato as Flynn ranted on and on. He felt a little foolish as he went on about the out of date soup, all he really wanted was a discount since it was two days out of his best before date and he was entitled by his human rights to have a discount but the girl wouldn’t budge, repeating herself like a machine on how it was their process. Flynn was about to roll his eyes when a harsh tap on his shoulder broke his train of thought and Flynn spun round with a vengeance to look at a curly haired boy who had soft features but a harsh look on his face, “This is not any of your business I think you’ll find.” He grumbled, placing his hands on his hips as he furrowed his brown, “Now run along.”