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[sub] [i]A [@metanoia] & [@Venus] Collaboration
featuring [color=d9381e]The Junkie Piece of Shit[/color] & [color=C71585]Grandpa-fucking Sociopath[/color][/i][/sub]
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In the close-to-ten minutes that had passed since Colin had a brief run-in with Hunter, the dark-haired boy hadn’t done shit.

Literally.

He stayed leaning against the same locker, his foot against the wall, popping his knee out, and casually sipping on his vodka-disguised-as-water — which was nearly out. He looked like every stereotypical bad boy from any high school movie ever. Except Colin wasn’t a total chump like they were.

He occasionally went through his phone, checking what was happening on his social. Twitter was a meme paradise and Instagram was where it was at. Post after post, he smirked in appreciation of all the thicc babes he followed. Every single one of them got a like and a comment. He considered DMing them, but he wasn’t one of those desperate losers whose entire self-esteem was pending on validation from whatever girl they were simping over.

Like, come on now! Colin isn’t Spike.

But you know who he was like? Colin Gallagher, that’s who! And what Colin Gallagher often did at this time — at least when school was in session — was grab his quote-unquote “girlfriend” by the ass and maybe sneak off to get a quickie before that annoying bell rang. 

As he peered his eyes away and scanned the hallway, centering at the entrance, he frowned somewhat because there was a lack of a certain goth bitch that he loved to tease. Usually, he expected some sort of contact from her right about now: a punch in the gut, a text message not appropriate for kids — something to let him know that she was alive.

But there was nothing.

[color=d9381e]“What gives, Steph? How long do you expect me to wait—”[/color] 

The rushing sound of the pearly gates opening and the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d5/2e/cc/d52ecc4dbf817cbf33280c73e470c427.jpg]Mistress of the Night[/url] herself come pacing quickly through it, pushing basically anyone who was in her way in a typical manner he expected from her.

When their eyes locked and she was close enough, Colin yanked her hand and pulled her close to him. His hands went first for her to her waist, sliding down not-so-slowly until there was something for him to squeeze. [color=d9381e]“Bout time you got here,” he spoke quietly into her ear. “Was almost beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”[/color] He then gave her a short kiss and smiled. 

In regular circumstances, Stephanie would welcome Colin’s advances with open arms. She had learned that there was no better way to start out her day than with a quickie from someone who knew exactly how to make her feel alright. But with that heartbreaking encounter with Tate so fresh in her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was have to put up a front with someone who knew her as well as Colin did.

[color=C71585]“[i]Ew.[/i] It’s not even eight o’clock in the fucking morning and you already smell like a dive bar…”[/color] she complained to Colin, her face scrunched up in disgust at the unpleasant smell of cheap liquor emanating from her ‘boyfriend’. Frowning, she dug into her bag and pulled out a small baby blue container, popped two pieces of gum out, and offered them to the young man. [color=C71585]“Be a sweetie and do all of us a favor by taking these. Nobody wants to get alcohol poisoning from your breath alone.”[/color]

As soon as she handed it to him, Colin chucked it into the air to the left, behind her, and it hit some nerd with the worst pair of thick-rimmed glasses he’d ever seen. The kid looked at him and all it took was one nasty look from Colin for him to take the container and run in the opposite direction.

[color=d9381e]“There. It’s taken care of,”[/color] he said slyly, sporting a grin equal to his tone.

Stephanie could only roll her eyes, her face scrunching up even harder. [color=C71585]“You are [i]so[/i] fucking disgusting…"[/color] she told him, playfully placing her hand over his mouth and grabbing him by the face with her fingers while giving him a little smirk. 

Colin didn’t say anything, which was certainly out of character for him. Wanna know what wasn’t? Making out with her hand, tongue and all and it slobbered all over her hand and he made suggestive sounds to add to the experience.

A loud squeal of disgust echoed across the hall, attracting the attention of nearby schoolmates as the appalled Spice released her grip on Colin's face as if it had electrocuted her. [color=C71585]"What the fuck was that for, Colin!?"[/color] Stephanie shrieked, wiping off her slobbered hand against his shoulder with a hard slap. [color=C71585]"That was so fucking nasty!"[/color]

He observed her face-- the momentary snarl that was frozen and how her eyes were narrowed in the same way when he knew her disgust was genuine. And for some reason, Colin found it thoroughly amusing. So he laughed and then eventually burst out with a cackle deep from the gut. [color=d9381e]“Oh come on, what did you expect? You covered my mouth. It’s almost as if you were asking me to make out with it.”[/color] He shot her a wink, intentionally eying her hand with the same gaze he often gave her when he was [i]in the mood[/i].

[color=C71585]“It’s way too early to be playing games with me, Colin! And believe me: I am [i]not[/i] in the mood for your bullshit today!”[/color] she snapped, shoving the dark-haired boy away while giving him one of her deadliest glares.
 
Colin’s back hit the locker and a ringing, metal sound went off as he met her death glare. [color=d9381e]“Jesus…”[/color] Came a drawn out response from Colin as Steph snapped at him with more ferocity than she had at her default setting. 

She was always nasty and harsh with him, but in a way that made her unconventionally adorable. But this? Something was definitely up her ass. [color=d9381e]“What’s up with you today?”[/color] He asked her directly. 

[color=d9381e]“You’re not usually this bitchy so early in the morning. You usually wait until at least I’ve done something you consider [i]wrong[/i].”[/color] He knew he was going to catch some flack for that last comment, but he only spoke the truth. 

[color=C71585]“Whatever. It’s none of your business,”[/color] she snapped again, vigorously shaking her head. 

There was no way in hell Stephanie would be telling Colin about what had happened that morning. Sure: they weren’t what you would call a [i]conventional[/i] couple-- not by a long shot. Flings coming in and out of their lives were as common as the times they broke up and got back together. But that didn’t mean Spice purposely wanted to start shit; especially so soon after their last fight. The last thing she needed was for the visibly tipsy Colin to go berserk about the presence of yet another guy in her life.

Colin stared at Stephanie, becoming more visibly annoyed the longer she stayed silent. On some level, he really wanted to pick a fight with her because, well, she was kind of pissing him off. And it wouldn’t be hard. He could mention Hunter and how there was some hot purple-haired broad that nearly ran over Rico. He could embellish the truth slightly and say they fucked. And to back it up, he could actually go find this chick and give her the gift of Colin Gallagher. But at the same time, that was too much of a hassle and he’d rather do it in reverse.

So with the minimal requirement of strength to take the high road, he sighed. [color=d9381e]“Whatever you say.”[/color] He gave her a shrug, popping another chug of his vodka in his mouth. [color=d9381e]“But where were you though? Sure, you’re the last person who would care about attendance, but ya kept me waiting longer than you usually do.”[/color]

[color=C71585]“I went to pick up my car at the shop,”[/color] the girl said simply with a small shrug. She knew this white lie was bound to upset Colin a little bit, but it was certainly better than telling him the story of her morning.

[color=d9381e]“The shop, eh?”[/color] He absentmindedly acknowledged, taking another casual sip. About halfway through it, Colin had the delayed realization and immediately spat the entirety of the sip of vodka he’d taken all over Stephanie’s face. [color=d9381e]“You were late because you were off blowing some grandpa? What kind of bullshit is that!?”[/color] Jealousy came fast to the surface and the slippery descent down to the slope began. [color=d9381e]“[i]Well!?[/i]”[/color]

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[color=C71585]“I wasn’t ‘blowing off some grandpa’, Colin Gallagher!”[/color] Spice shouted, wiping off the vodka and spit from her face. She should’ve known that mentioning the place of employment of one of her flings was bound to blow up in her face (literally). But how else would she have explained the magical return of the to her possession? [color=C71585]“I was literally just picking up my damn car from the damn shop! And even if I [i]was[/i] blowing Ricky-- which I wasn’t-- it’s [i]still[/i] none of your fucking business!”[/color]

He wasn’t amused nor convinced. [color=d9381e]“I don’t believe you. For all I know, you could just be saying this to cover up the fact that you were doing your best Riley Reid impersonation.”[/color] Colin’s tone and face was flatter than the asses of most of the girls at Rosefell. [color=d9381e]“So just admit it: you were showing the grandpa a good time.”[/color]

The seething Spice didn’t bother with a verbal response. Instead, she wrapped her hand around Colin’s slim arm like a vice grip and dragged him out of the school building and towards the parking lot, where the glistening paint coat of the purple vehicle could be seen in the distance. With a face as red as the nail imprints her grip had left on the young man’s pale skin, she turned to confront Colin. 

[color=C71585]“You believe me now, you paranoid piece of shit?”[/color] she snarled, looking like a tiger seconds away from tearing its prey apart.

She probably thought him seeing the car would make things better. She probably also thought this would shut him up. And she would be right, but not for the reasons Stephanie was thinking.

Seeing the car did confirm one thing for Colin, but confirm to him that she was just at the shop? No, that wasn’t quite it. From what he could tell, it was perfectly adequate. It was like no repairs had been done on it. He knew Ricky’s work and he was good, that much Colin could admit, but this was [i]too[/i] good. 

As he examined the scratchless hood, Colin laughed. [color=d9381e]“Yeah I believe you, Stephanie…”[/color] He said in a low tone, giving her a smile. [color=d9381e]“I believe you’re a lying tramp. There is no way that fossil did this good on your piece of crap ride. I believe that you’re sticking to your guns to hide the fact that you ditch me -- [i]me[/i] -- for someone old enough to qualify for Social Security.”[/color] He pulled his hand away and somewhat gently shoved her away from him.

As soon as Stephanie felt Colin’s hands pushing her away, her judgment disappeared. Just like when she’d seen Tate’s car slowly drive away without a care in the world, blood was rushing to her blacked-out brain, and the world was now under a crimson lens. In one blink of an eye, Spice’s right hand was balled up into a tight fist. In another, the solid fist was colliding hard with Colin’s nose. Whatever pain came shooting through the girl’s arm after the move was being numbed by adrenaline, and she did nothing but coldly stare at the blood starting to pour down her now ex-boyfriend’s nostrils.

When her fist connected and the blood began pouring out, Colin staggered back against the hood of her car. The back of his shins collided with her shitty bumper and he was positioned like an obtuse triangle as most of his weight pressed on the hood. 

He looked up at the morning sky, wincing every other five seconds, cursing at Spice any chance he got. Some words were lost due to him trying to gather his wits, but every word he could muster was directed at her.

As he grabbed his nose, trying not to further the damage that fist of hers did to it, Colin managed to find enough momentum to swing himself off her stupid car. [color=d9381e]“You crazy bitch! Fucking psycho! You broke my fucking nose!”[/color] His profanity came out in a rapid-fire succession of one another, but it also was in a nasally tone.

[color=C71585]“Maybe now you’ll think twice about putting those disgusting junkie hands on me again,”[/color] she cruelly spat, wasting no time in shoving him hard against the car again, turning on her heel and storming off, the long locks of raven hair flying behind her.

[color=d9381e]“Yeah, well at least I’m not a grandpa fucker!”[/color] Colin made sure she heard him before she was out of range.

And as he saw her push open the doors of the main Rosefell building and completely disappeared from his sight, Colin was left with the aftermath of his own making. He knew what everyone around was probably thinking and he didn’t care. Their opinions and the stares that served as its companion didn’t matter to him. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Stephanie Cross get to him. For all he cared, she could fuck whoever she wanted.

He didn’t give a shit. Not one.

[color=d9381e]“Fuck. Now I gotta see the nurse and get this looked at.”[/color] In a fit of anger, Colin slammed the back of his foot against Stephanie’s front bumper with enough force to dent the front bumper. [color=d9381e]“Fuck that hurt!”[/color] He cursed, limping on one leg as he left her piece a shit car with a reminder of what happened today. 

In the back of his mind, as he limped up the stairs, cursing with every painful step, and walked through the front doors, he remembered he also had to serve as someone’s tour guide too. [color=d9381e]“Just the chocolate shit kiss on what is sure to be a [i]wonderfully-[/i]shittastic day.”[/color]

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