RotG: Super Psycho Love Chp. 8

Chapter: 8/10
Word Count: 1176
Pairings: BlackIce, Bed
Warnings: Possible OOC, unbeta-ed, Yaoi/BoyXBoy/Gayness, Angst, Embarrassment

AN: Hai, gaiz~! More postes, and moar sadness. D; Jack’s a bit more ‘himself’, now. 8D I’mma LORD. Holycraps. 8D

AN: oh noes, ze drama llama has returned! Lord Daisy is killing me x3 I meant 'Lord,,, Daisy' xD don't get too excited. ... *starts wailing disney songs*

Chapter Eight: Calling You Brings Apprehension

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It had been weeks, now, since Joey had left, and it had been hard on Red and Buck. Red, often, spent his time sleeping in Buck’s bed, or crying... And it had been grating on Jack’s nerves. The boy had tried all he could to get stupid Pitch to notice him, again, and the man was just... Blowing him off! Even when he went for punishment, it was like Pitch was just trying to drive him crazy. He was going to do something soon...

Buck held Red tight as he sobbed against his chest again, rubbing his back soothingly. Jack was grinding his teeth again beside them, and he shot him a look. He didn't know what the kid's problem was, but it annoyed him to no end. Red was upset, anyone could understand that, but anytime he showed any emotion Jack would glower and cross his arms.

Perhaps it was the simple fact that they were crying over something so very important, something that had been tangible... While he was upset over something that was completely founded on spankings, stolen kisses, and a night of crazy sex. With a huff, he turned to his mushy breakfast, looking up almost too excitedly when Pitch’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

"Johnson, Needam, and Jacobs, report to the front hall. The buses are here to escort you home." That was all the headmaster said before the speaker disconnected.

Jack physically deflated when he wasn’t called, and sighed a little as he pushed his mush around on his tray before doing something he had yet to do the entire three months he had been there; he took a bite. It didn’t even taste like anything more than soggy paper, and he began to shovel it in distractedly, as if it was nothing. Even the other boys at other tables were throwing him funny looks; nobody ate the breakfasts here, most days.

"Uh, Jack? Sorry to tell you, but it's very unlikely you'll die from food poisoning here." Buck said hesitantly, not sure what to make of this strange behaviour.

Pausing a little, he looked up and blinked, before looking down at his spoonful of mush. “A-ah... Uh... Right...” Gulping a bit, he set his spoon down and shoved the tray away, head on his arms in a moment as they folded on the table. He was losing it. He’d have to do something great today...

The day passed slowly until training for Pitch, who didn't have much to do besides get the few kids home for the weekend. The sun was shining brightly on the newest course, almost unseasonably warm. He waited impatiently as the students trudged their way over to him.

Jack was ready for some attention, and hopped up to the front of the line, even abandoning his friends in the process. He hoped to get that recognition; every time they got a new course, he did his best to get the best time there was.

Pitch raised an eyebrow at Jack, who just smiled at him innocently. "Well, since you're so eager Frost, why don't you go first." He said dully, no emotion in his voice.

Off he was like a lightning bolt, sprinting for the course and doing his best to time everything right. However, he was still distracted by Pitch’s blatent neglect that... He tripped through one of the webs and ended up nearly cracking his ankle. Again. Holding it and writhing in pain, he whimpered a little.

"Jack!" Buck shouted in concern. Pitch ignored him and nodded to a few employees who were nearby.

"Take him to the nurses office and make sure he didn't break anything." He said flatly. The men nodded and went to pick up Jack and carry him away.

In the nurse’s office, he suffered alone and in silence, though he did take to howling each time it was prodded; this time, it was a break. He didn’t really enjoy it being touched as much,  and walking was out of the question... Though he knew he had to go to Therapy today, anyway. Which meant stairs... However, the nurse fitted him with a wheelchair and told Jack to tell Pitch to take it up with her if things weren’t going right.

Pitch was sitting boredly, listening to another student drone on about something that happened when he was ten, when Jack rolled into the room, staying at the back of the hall. “Perfect timing Frost, Pince just finished. Care to join us?”

With a bit of a glower in his eyes, Jack wheeled his way forward, but didn’t make an effort to get to the podium. “Could I get the microphone down here, please?” He questioned, raising a brow as he looked up at the other, a bored yet angry expression in his eyes. He’d been carted off the field as though he didn’t matter... And he wasn’t happy about that, not one bit.

With a quirk of hiss eyebrow, Pitch shook his head. "I'm sure you'll survive the climb Frost."

“Fuck you.” Jack responded dryly, eyes narrowed. “Hand me the microphone or I’ll go get the nurse. I’m not supposed to get on my foot, it’s broken.”

"Watch your language Frost, I won't hesitate to discipline you. Plenty of people can do things with worse than a broken bone."

“I can’t get out of the chair, the nurse said to take it up with her if you had any problems.” Jack huffed, crossing his arms.

Pitch snarled something not so nice under his breath before grabbing the mic and all but hurling it at Jack's face, taking out some of his pent up anger.

When he wasn’t able to catch it and it hit his face, Jack snarled back and, without thinking, began to scream, “You insensitive jerk! You’d think after all that happened between us you’d actually give a shit about me! But no, all I am is just a one-time fuck for you, right? You couldn’t care less about me, you just want my ass like everyone else!” Throwing the mic on the floor, he began to leave the room, which was in a shocked silence.

The quiet broke after a few moments, the hall erupting in mutters and whispers. Pitch snarled at Grimm to get them back to their rooms before sweeping out the doors. He caught up to Jack easily, grabbing the handles of his wheelchair and guiding him away from the dorms. "You really need to learn your place Frost. I'll not have my career compromised by your insolence."

“That’s not what you said a few months back.” Jack replied with an angry glare, “Let go of me!” He added, “It’s time for dorms...” He added, though he knew where he was heading; the cabin.

"Shut up boy." Pitch snarled.

This could either be the death of him, or be his savior... He honestly had no idea as he was hauled towards the cabin even further, finding his chair left behind.

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