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southsidejxnes · 6 years

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Eyes narrowed at his scoff partly in annoyance and partly in scrutiny as she waits to see whether it was genuine or purely to keep face. Except either he’d perfected his poker face or the thought of her and Hal really did nothing to make him feel the least bit envious. Her lips pressed together thinly for a brief moment before she burries the petty irritation she feels knowing that she’s not managed to provoke him in the way that she’d wanted to this time.

This time it was her turn to scoff at his remark, incredulous to the fact that he could ever believe that she’d agree to such a request. She’d been born a Serpent and had the tattoo to prove it but even if she wasn’t trying to distance herself from that life in search for something better, it wasn’t her style. A fight was something she was certainly not above but she’d never liked the weight of a gun in her hands. “The way you’re going a bullet can be arranged whether you ask for it or not.” Words roll of her tongue easily, only making eye contact when she’d finished, more than happy for the chance to take a jab back at him.

His sarcastic words make her wonder what she’s even doing there, jepordising the shot at a perfect life that she could have with Hal. Logic and sense - hell pretty much everything except whatever kept bringing her back - told her which man she should be choose and most of the time it was an easy thing to stick to. But something about FP Jones was under her skin and she just hadn’t been able to leave well enough alone.

“At least he takes me to the movies.” The words snapped out of her lips before she could cage them and Alice is soon rolling her shoulders back to regain some air of nonchalance which would no doubt fail again when he always managed to find some way to push her buttons. “What, a girl can’t just drop by now?” Leaning against the counter, she crosses her arms over her chest before ensuring that her tone is as light as it could be while still holding just enough bite. “I didn’t think you’d be turning down any company.”

His eyes subtly flicked over to Alice’s face, taking a small bit of pleasure in seeing that she was annoyed with his response and her inability to call his bluff. It seemed like so much of their relationship was trying to get a reaction out of each other, some type of emotional chicken. It could never end well. -- Pulling out a cigarette from a pack sitting on the side table, FP held one up, a silent offering, as well as an excuse to explain why he had been studying her, not wanting her to know that he was also monitoring her expressions, trying to read what he found there.

Sticking the unlit cigarette in his mouth and beginning his search for a book of matches or a lighter, FP listened to her pithy comments. The expressions of his face clear, wanting to be read this time. He practically rolled his eyes to the heavens, it was hard to miss. “Please, you’d miss me.” he stated, muttering around the white stick between his lips. It wasn’t a teasing statement, it wasn’t a question, it was said as a fact. “If I wasn’t here, who would you run to when Hal wasn’t...Fulfilling all of his duties as a boyfriend?” Now that was teasing, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

As she leaned against the counter, moving away from him, FP felt a pull. He used his excuse of his ever continuing quest for something to light his cigarette as an excuse. He did think he had spotted one on the counter earlier, after all. He rose from the couch, his steps lithe and surprisingly graceful for the gruff man, seeming more like a big cat stalking it’s pray than a gang member. He drew closer, was he going for the kill?

It seemed like it, he was so close after all. But instead, he reached around her, his outreached arm brushing her crossed ones, before drawing back, BIC lighter in hand. Finally lighting the cigarette, FP laughed at Alice’s words.

“Of course a girl can drop by. But you never drop by, Alice. Everything you do has a purpose.” --- “What do you want, anyways?”

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School hadn’t started out as something that Alice Smith had put a lot of effort into or paid any real intention to but with age a certain realisation had accompanied it that she was never going to get what she wanted unless she had some kind of grade or experience to back it up. Almost overnight she had begun to take more of an interest in each other her subjects, grades slowly improving once she did. But it didn’t matter how many more classes she now attended, it wasn’t enough to keep her mind and gaze from continually wandering to the empty chair in her chemistry lesson.

Knowing that FP’s absence shouldn’t be something she gave a second thought to didn’t help and despite Hal’s obvious displeasure at her change of plans in the evening, Alice had still found herself outside of the wrong boy’s home.

It was a dangerous habit that she hadn’t learnt to give up and there were moments when she wondered if she ever could, even if that very indulgence put the entirety of her future with Hal and all that would mean for her at risk. But as soon as she was near enough and the sound of Guns N Roses met her ears, something like a call to arms or reminder of where she was from, any hesitation she’d had vanished and knuckles were wrapped against the door.

A warm welcome wasn’t exactly what she had been expecting, surprise maybe but the smugness that she saw resting on his features was enough to rile her and almost unconsciously she’s lifting her chin that little bit higher in the air to conjure up that pride that always came with such ease. No matter how hard she always tried to not give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of her, her fellow serpent seemed to know exactly which words to say to push her buttons in such a way that she was unable to hold her tongue. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Forsythe.” There’s a smirk curved onto her lips as she speaks, fully intending for the words to provoke some sort of reaction from it. A treacherous part of her hoped that he was envious, that there was some regret felt on his part that the man whose arm she was flaunted on wasn’t him.

Green eyes flicker over him despite her better judgement and Alice finds herself quick to focus on the bat in his hands rather than the way that his leather jacket fitted him. “Watch you don’t knock yourself out with that.” As she spoke, Alice moved past FP and into the trailer with a confidence that only came with feeling as though she belonged there. There was a comfort to be found in the place and with that came the ability to make it seem as though she owned the room.

“Jealous?” he scoffed, turning away from the open door and making his way over to his ratty couch only steps away in the small trailer. His eyes followed her as she made her way in, he had been right in figuring that she’d come in whether he invited her or not. Of course he wasn’t fucking jealous. That was ridiculous.

“The day I’m jealous of Hal Cooper is the day I want you to put a bullet in my skull, Alice.” It didn’t matter that Hal seemingly had it all. The house, the car, the grades, or even the girl. FP would take his current life over Hal’s in a second. Sure, his father had kicked him out at 16, and sure the jobs he had to do for the serpents to afford the shitty trailer weren’t always the cleanest. But God damnit, he’d rather be Southside than Northside any day. He knew people like Hal looked at him like he was filth, but FP wore his grime with pride, like most Southsiders. Alice not included, obviously.

At her mention of the bat, one he had almost forgot he was holding he leaned it up against a nearby wall with a roll of his eyes. “Yes, Ms. Smith.” the words dripped with sarcasm as they left his mouth. Just because he lived on his own didn’t mean he needed a damn mother. He really began to wonder what she was doing, roaming around his small trailer as if she owned the place. She had everything she wanted, that apparently he couldn’t give her, but yet...Here she was.

And like always, FP’s thoughts became words on his tongue without thinking it through. “What in the hell are you doing here anyways, Alice, other than bossing me around? Hal try and force you to watch the Terminator again and you finally snapped? Need help hiding the body?” The movie had finally hit their small time drive in theater, and FP swore he had seen Hal there every damn weekend. Even if his hate for Northsiders wasn’t something he was born with, Hal’s meathead status cemented the feeling in FP’s heart. God, the guy was just such a fucking tool.

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The shitty tin walls of the Jones doublewide vibrated with the bass of what was pumping through the speakers. The neighbors in the small trailer park were probably tired of hearing Guns n Roses, but whenever they approached the troubled youth behind the noise about turning it down, he’d quote his favorite song, the very same one that was playing at that moment: ‘why don’t you fuck off?’. The kid had an attitude problem, but what could you do? He was raised feral and mostly stayed that way.

Despite blasting the Axl Rose fronted band, FP was proudly wearing a cut up Metallica shirt. He was always wearing some sort of band shirt, paired with ripped jeans, his trusty boots, and a worn leather jacket, one that proudly bore ‘SOUTH SIDE SERPENTS’ on the back along with a twisting green snake patch. It was his uniform, his identity, and to be without any of his signature pieces he felt bare. He still wore it fully despite having arrived home hours earlier, having skipped the last few periods of class. He just didn’t think he’d be able to deal with the dumbfuck chemistry teacher Mr. Beckwith without lighting something on fire, so he figured it’d be best for all involved to ditch and do something he found more productive instead. That ended up being getting baked and sneaking into the movies, but to each their own, right?

He was laying on the couch, flipping through an old magazine to avoid the thought of having do any school work. He doubted he’d graduate, so what was the damn point? He knew that when June rolled around, and students walked across the stage to get their diplomas, if he even showed up, all he’d be given is a blank piece of paper for appearance’s sake.

Between his drifting mind and blaring speakers, he didn’t hear that someone was banging on the door. It was the shifting of shadows outside the window that caught his attention, and he immediately jumped on. Rich kids from the North side had been coming down and trashing trailers lately because they thought it was funny. But he’d be damned if he let them pull that shit. Picking up his bat, he quickly swung the door open, expecting to find a bunch of polo wearing fucks with smug faces, but what surprised by what he saw.

Letting his raised arm fall to his side once he realized there was no threat, he couldn’t help the smug grin that befell his lips. “Ditched boring ole’ Hal for the night, huh?”

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