Typical Day [abby]

"Urm excuse me are you okay, are you hurt?"

The voice was quiet, barely detectable really, and Jairus grumbled. He didn't have time for this sort of thing, this small talk. Of course he wasn't hurt, he was Jairus Whittemore for Ripred's sake. His knees bled and his palms were a bit scraped up, but that was nothing. Besides - a little blood made him look tough.

He would tell Liela later that he had been running to save a helpless little girl from danger - surely that would lead to some fun.

But he couldn't grin as he stood, ignoring the girls hand. She was already irritating him. What did she want? She certainly wasn't pretty enough to be talking to him - Ripred she wasn't even pretty enough to be standing next to him. He brushed himself off as she went on and on - something about monkey bars?

Ha. Yeah. Okay. "Listen, I don't care about some child's game like monkey bars and I certainly don't care about you," he says, rolling his eyes at all of the other nonsense that spills from her mouth. "And did I ask you for your life story?" He raises his eyebrows, the rhetorical question not needed to be answered. "That's right, no, I didn't. So run along, girl. You aren't worth my time."

"Jerk!" was the last word he heard leave her lips as he jogged away, a smile on his lips as he winked at another passer-by, this one much pretty than the last. Her pain, my gain. And if she thought those insults hurt him, she was mistaken - they were music to his ears.

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The next day, after a good nights rest and a morning jog past Dedric's creepy house, Jairus headed to the training center, determined to max out again in the weight room. Yesterday had only been a little success - today would be a big one. Besting himself was all he could do anymore seeing as he had already bested everyone else.

He stopped at outside the training center, noticing someone a little to pretty to be a Career. But, just as he was about to ask for her name, he turned to hear the annoying voice from yesterday. He grumbled. "Hey jerk I have something for you!"

And before he could react, a hand flew across his face, hard. The girl from yesterday, the crying girl with too much to say and not all that pretty - she had hit him! The girl I had been talking to gasped and the giggled as crazy, psycho girl walked away into the training center.

"Alright, bitch, you asked for it..." He muttered to himself, as he stormed away from the giggling girl, kicking at the dirt. His cheeks burned with rage and his fists clenched, but he thought it all through before sitting down at the bench press. She wasn't worth his time.

He continued through training alone, lifting as much weight as he could, glaring daggers at the girl every chance he got. The anger - the pure rage - it made him stronger. He liked stronger.

"I'd like to apologize to you for this morning. That was rude but you deserved it for being so rude to me yesterday."

She introduced herself, but again, he didn't care. He kept up with the weights, devising ways he could get her back without looking like a complete dick to the rest of the kids here. After all, he liked to look like a good guy. The girls always liked the "good" guys. Like how Alita crushed so hard on McCall ... it was ridiculous, the kid was a total buffoon.

But even more so was this dumb bitch who either slapped me, talked too much, or skipped away from me like I had just kissed her or something. (Disgusting. She wishes.)

But there wasn't much he could do except ignore her. Eventually she would leave him alone. And if she didn't, he would make her. It would be like brushing off all of his adoring fans only ten times more fun. Yeah. Just ignore her. If she tried anything again, he would use one of his cruel remarks to make her cry again.

He ate alone, away from everyone else. A protein shake - all he needed to build that extra bit of muscle. And of course that rage. He looked at the bitch again, and he curled the dumbbell again and again, letting the rage fill him.