#susension

Hours earlier. Minutes before lunch-time.

Jude kept his chin raised and his step steady as he treaded the hallways; dark eyes scanning the growing crowd of students for a glimpse of a Letterman jacket and dark skin -- he'd been patient all day when it came to filling his promise to Henry. Despite the fact the British transfer student had pleaded with him not to get involved. 

Okay, maybe not pleaded, but that didn't matter. Nor did the fact that Jude didn't take orders.

But it was about time he did a little more than creep about and slash someone's tires out of rage, because this was more than a slushie to his own face. It was a slushie to some new kid's face and then the nerve to retaliate with busting the guy up when he returned the favor the next day. It was intolerable and wrong and he was sick of the fact that Azimio had truly taken the roost as the worst bully in McKinley when there was absolutely no reason to be suck a fuc--

That train of thought instantly dropped as he walked right up beside Azimio, Jude lifting one brow as the larger, older boy stopped and sneered almost immediately. "What the hell do you think you're doing rolling up on someone like that, huh, fairy? What? Jealous you haven't got a slushie lately?"

Slipping his hands into his pockets in order to keep them to himself, the actor cleared his throat and locked eyes with the football player -- he was far from intimidated, and that one glance proved so. "First of all... Fairy? You have me mistaken for someone else. Secondly... Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The shock on the larger boy's face was almost comical. "Excuse me, white boy? I know I'm Azimio-fuckin'-Adams, and I don't take shit from little pussies like you." The insult made Jude straighten out his spine, eyes narrowing as he glared up at the other. Pussy. Why was everyone so damn keen on calling him the one thing he wasn't? "Really? Because this fairy, this pussy, is in your face right now and he's telling you the truth when he says how fucking pathetic you act, no, ar--" 

It was just his luck he had stupidly forgotten his own temper wasn't the only one that was going to flare up with such a confrontation.

There was a collective mass of gasps and shrieks as he was smashed into the locker, everyone stopping to whisper and stare in either horror or amusement as Jude struggled to regain his footing and shrug off the dizziness that came with having your head ricochet off of something equivalent to a rock wall. Only one more insult had a chance to fall out of the vocalist's mouth before he let go and swung; fist connecting with the jock's jaw. "You piece of shit."

***

"That's going to need stitches, alpha-pixie, being an honorary MD I would like to offer you my servi--"

No, no. Sue. I'm fine." Pressing the wad of wet paper towels firmly against his split-open brow, Jude slumped in his seat and sighed irritably. Schuester had been the one to pry them apart, but Sylvester had been the one to step in and really take charge of the situation; sending Azimio to the nurse and dragging Jude into her office to set him down and 'evaluate' him.

Bruising on the left side of his head, swelling in the back -- possible concussion --and blood threatening to drip down his face thanks to the fact the bastard's knuckles had caused his skin to split. Out of it all, the last bit was the most painful. It fucking stung. Alot.

The cheerleader coach seemed to suddenly abandon all concern for him, however, and sat down behind her desk; resorting to just staring at the pissed-off looking brunette across from her. "I'm happy you're not whining, because that's hardly anything to be a baby over. I would know, I went to school with Mike Tyson. My ear hasn't been the same since sophomore year of highschool."

...There really was nothing for him to do but stare in response after that last bit. "Figgins is going to call my parents, isn't he?"

"No."

"That's gre--"

"Shut up, alpha, I wasn't finished. Instead you're going to get a two week suspension. However, I talked--" It was Jude's turn to interrupt, the actor clearing his throat as he got up and dumped the bloody bunch of tissue into the trashcan before giving the woman a knowing look. "--Okay, I may have blackmailed him into letting you still participate in that damnable Glee Club. Seeing how you have that duet with Porcelain." Relief instantly flooded Jude, who hadn't acknowledged the slowly spreading dread in the pit of his stomach beforehand. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now get the Hell out of my office. I saw Napoleon spitting a fit in the hallway when he heard it was you who got in the fight, Pix."

Jude nodded and smirked, pausing in the doorway after reaching out to turn the knob. "You've become so nice Sue." The blonde didn't look up, too busy pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and pulling out her diary from the safe beneath her desk. "Get out before I have you forcefully removed from campus."