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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Feb 16, 2009 22:57:58 GMT -5
Gilles kept his head down as he and Gordon walked towards the cafiteria to get the soda. He was sure to walk about ten steps from Gordon as if he was going to catch so sickness by walking anywhere close to him. Gilles wasn't an ignorant asshole. He knew that gay wasn't a sickness that he could catch. But he also knew his own strength. It was something that he inherited from his father, as sorry as he was to admit that he had inherited something from him. He use to remember the bruises on his mother from him. He shook his head and kept that thought out of his mind. 'Just get the drinks and then get back....'
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Post by nick on Feb 16, 2009 23:01:41 GMT -5
Gordon made sure to be faster then Gilles. He kept his head down low. Contemplating. He thought.
He scratched his upper lip. "I'm um..." He coughed. "I'm sorry about what I said. You know, about your dad. That wasn't right. I don't know..." he said under his breath. He never looked at Gilles.
"I apoligize."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Feb 16, 2009 23:05:53 GMT -5
Gilles smirked at Gordon's sorry excuse for an apology. There was no way in Hell that he was going to accept it, even if the fate of their lives depended on it. "You know what? I'm sorry, too... That your parents decided to have you... And that you don't have a life... And that you're going to die of AIDS." He said and then took a few quick steps so that he was way ahead of Gordon. He couldn't stand looking at him, even if it was the back side of him.
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Post by nick on Feb 16, 2009 23:13:25 GMT -5
Gordon stopped in his tracks. He was tired of this crap. He lifted his head.
"Look you ignorant son-of-a-bitch. I don't care anymore. Whether or not you hate me. It really doesn't matter."
Gordon walked up to Gilles, still remaining far away from him, but close enough for him to be uncomfortable.
"Let's make a truce. We both know that you hate me. And that I hate you. I don't care what you do to me, because I don't care about you. I don't really understand what drives your little head to despise me, but again, don't care.
With hate in his voice he continued. "We'll get through today, and then we never have to see each other again. I won't say anything to you, you won't say anything to me. I won't burn any of your shit, and you won't ever burn any of my shit ever again."
Gordon finished and walked ahead to the vending machines. Behind him he said. "And if you ever touch me, or anything I own again, I will personally make sure that you get hurt."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Feb 16, 2009 23:30:19 GMT -5
Gilles stood, slightly stunned that Gordon had the balls to say something like that to him. The threat at the end almost made Gilles want to laugh, since he knew that even though Gordon did have friends, most of them seemed like the pasifist types. In fact, the only people he only really saw Gordon hang out with was Thor and Gilles and Thor were buddies. He had a hard time believing that anything would really happen to him if he did do anything to Gordon, but he wasn't going to voice that opinion. He just nodded, still not facing him. He just continued to walk into the cafeteria. He grabbed five drinks and handed three of them to Gordon and then started walking back without a word.
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Post by nick on Feb 16, 2009 23:33:13 GMT -5
Gordon continued silently behind Gilles, holding the drinks. He was reflecting on the events of the past 10 minutes.
Damn that felt good. Why didn't I do that earlier? Little bastard deserves it.
He felt good for standing up for himself. A surge of power ran through him. He could do ANYTHING now.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Feb 17, 2009 17:03:18 GMT -5
Gilles shook his head as he and Gordon exchanged glances for a moment. Gordon's feeling of proudness or whatever he was feeling from standing up for himself was radiating off of him and was making Gilles feels sick. He walked past him quickly and into the library, not bothering to hold the door open for him. Not like he ever would anyway, but there's always a sort of feeling you have when you pass threw a door that you should hold the door open for the person behind you even if you hate them. Gilles got that feeling. He didn't hold the door open.
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