Taking Care of Business {Closed}
Mar 21, 2009 9:40:45 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Preston on Mar 21, 2009 9:40:45 GMT -5
Andrew was beyond pissed as he tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes fixed on the clock on the wall as he waited for the stupid class to be over. He would have taken care of this last night, but small details - like not knowing the guy's room number and having nobody to ask - had forced him to delay his small outburst until this morning. Though now it was nearer to lunch time than morning, and he was definitely getting annoyed and impatient. He couldn't actually remember a time when he'd been this angry, not even after what had happened with Addison, this had been nothing comparing to the anger that was bubbling up inside of him at this very moment. Though he was gonna try and control himself, because getting kicked out of school so near to his graduation was probably not a good thing. He figured he'd settle for a detention, because he couldn't just not do anything. This was beyond him, and he couldn't believe he even had to deal with this. Couldn't believe Cassandra had been this fucking stupid. Honestly, what was her frickin damage?
And now Owen was definitely gonna get it. Knocking up a fifteen year old girl, the fuck was his problem? So he knew Cass probably hadn't been entirely innocent in the whole thing, and he had no clue why she wasn't on the pill yet but he was definitely seeing to that too now. She didn't have parents to take care of her or help her along on some things, so he was definitely gonna take care of it. He was glad when the professor finally announced the class was over and he grabbed his school bag, stalking his way out of the classroom and not even bothering to stop by his own locker. Hopefully, the guy would be there already, because the longest he had to wait, the worse it would get for the kid. He made his way over to the Sophomore lockers, his fingers clenching into fists as he walked. And luckily enough, he apparently wouldn't have to wait, because Owen was standing right by his locker. He made his way over to the guy and swiftly dropped his school bag, grabbing the guy's shirt collar and slamming him back against his locker. "You litlte fucker, if your parents weren't smart enough to teach you how to have sex, I'm gonna put it in your fucking head," he growled.
And now Owen was definitely gonna get it. Knocking up a fifteen year old girl, the fuck was his problem? So he knew Cass probably hadn't been entirely innocent in the whole thing, and he had no clue why she wasn't on the pill yet but he was definitely seeing to that too now. She didn't have parents to take care of her or help her along on some things, so he was definitely gonna take care of it. He was glad when the professor finally announced the class was over and he grabbed his school bag, stalking his way out of the classroom and not even bothering to stop by his own locker. Hopefully, the guy would be there already, because the longest he had to wait, the worse it would get for the kid. He made his way over to the Sophomore lockers, his fingers clenching into fists as he walked. And luckily enough, he apparently wouldn't have to wait, because Owen was standing right by his locker. He made his way over to the guy and swiftly dropped his school bag, grabbing the guy's shirt collar and slamming him back against his locker. "You litlte fucker, if your parents weren't smart enough to teach you how to have sex, I'm gonna put it in your fucking head," he growled.