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[h3][color=deepskyblue]J A C O B[/color]  &  [color=olive]D E R E K[/color][/h3]
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Location: The Carnival
Interacting With: | Eachother [@alexfangtalon] | [color=orange]Clyde[/color] [@Klaykid] |[/center][hr][hr]

Jake ignored the meek response from his victim in order to focus on the asswipe who seemed to think he had some say in what was about to go down. He listened as the ginger berated him, and smirked as a hush went over his friends. They weren't used to seeing someone call Jake out on his bullshit.

In fact, even Jake wasn't that used to it. Really only Caleb or that McGummfrey girl would ever have the balls to tell him to piss off, and even those moments were few and far between. So this was an anomaly to Jake. Luckily, talking shit wasn't.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"First off, I don't need permission to speak, Gingey. Maybe you don't know who I am, or maybe you're just stupid, but my names Jacob McKinnon. Besides the fact that I'm smarter than you, better looking than you, and a hell of a lot cooler than you, that lady right over there is the vice principal. And she's my mom."[/b][/color] A smirk grew across Jake's face as he pointed to where his mom was standing, talking to some students, none the wiser to the trouble her son was causing.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"Having said that, I think it's safe to say, that I make the rules, and you can feel free to follow 'em. Now kindly, find somewhere else to be, Gingey. Me and Clydey are having a chat."[/b][/color] In truth, a small part of Jake's brain wanted a fight, he wanted to go at it with this kid, prove himself in front of the school, and so he kept his friends back with a calm hand. If there were going to be fists thrown, he'd be the one throwing them.

[color=olive]"Oh, yer ma is vice-principal. That is so wonderful. Not really. It's not that different then me saying my pa is a deadbeat, which I'm just assuming he is since he disapeared before I was born. Because neither of them are 'ere right now. Also Gingey really. That's the best you can come up with? Why not Soul Sucker or Fire Crotch? Come on if yer gunna insult me do it right ya gombeen.[/color]

Derek started thinking. The boy said his name, but Derek didn't recognize it which was odd. Must mean the boy wasn't as big as he thought he was. Then the last name rang a slight bell. [color=olive]"Wait, McKinnon? That name seems familiar. Don't recognize nothing of a Jacob. Only McKinnon I know of is a Caleb. Never met the dude though. Wait a minute-[/color] He says snapping his fingers, [color=olive]Yer Caleb's brother. The pox who was pestering Cylde and Caleb stopped ya. We'd pass that story around my team before every game to get us laughin'. Now back to buisness, maybe you don't know who I am, but just because yer ma has a foothold in this school doesn't mean you do. There are a lot of rich [b]pricks[/b] runnin' around Arrowsmith, but I can guarantee you there are tons more who despise those same rich pricks. Money can't get you everything, and it can't protect you either. Now, leave Clyde alone before yer designer clothes get dirty from hangin' out with us ye bleedin' tick."[/color]

Jake scowled at his newfound adversary, before forcing a smile. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Hey now, we'll go. We don't want any trouble,"[/b][/color] Jake said, ruffling Clydes hair as he and his posse began to slowly back away from the duo. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Aint that right Clydey?"[/b][/color]

Before he and his group fully abandoned their victim though, Jake turned to Clyde's protector. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Best watch your back, ass wipe. I'm untouchable, and you, fortunately for me, are not."[/b][/color] As if to prove his point, Jake leaned forward and flicked Derek's shoulder, before walking off into the bustle of the festival, laughing, not even sparing the dynamic duo with another glance in their direction.

When Jake leaned over to flick Derek spread his arms as if to prove his own point, [color=olive]"Keep telling yerself that buddy-boy."[/color] As the punks turned and walked away Derek said more to himself than anyone, [color=olive]"This just got exciting. Can't wait to see his high horse seat crash to the ground."[/color] Then turning to Clyde, [color=olive]So, Clydesdale. Seems you have a pest problem. Don't worry though. It won't last long. Just, in the meantime learn to shrug it off. Do what I do and casually talk about the crap that doesn't bother you that others would use against you in a natural way and it may throw them off their game. Or just pretend you don't hear them. If they try anything physical me and my gang'll back you up in an instant. Don't worry. We have got your back.[/color]