Thread: From Bully to Bitch!? | [ChromiumSparks and Aislashu]

Jace Randall Crawford In typical delinquent fashion, Jace strolled up to the main office with his usual effects, a bookbag full of nothing productive towards his day, and other items that he couldn't exactly put a name on. He was in no mood to talk with anyone, and cared little for the stares that he received from administrators and staff that regularly knew him. He certainly was the charismatic character, though he hadn't done anything all year to warrant any referrals, detentions, or suspensions of any kind, it didn't mean he wasn't active, it was only that they were blind, and for the start of this school year he wanted to keep it that, by trying to be a little closer to the troublemakers who didn't catch nearly as much flak as he did. He would turn down a hallway, and immediately strike fear in some of his weakest prey, and this was how he loved it, he loved hearing the gradual crack of bone under his fists when others sought to disobey his rule, he loved the feeling of shoving someone so hard into a locker that a dent would be encased there for the longest, he loved pulling hair, forcing limbs to yank back against his own strength, the yells, and the pleading. He could never fully understand what he got out of physically and mentally fucking with people like he did, but he didn't see a reason to stop since it brought so much enjoyment to him. At this point in the morning though, he seemed to be in a bad mood and couldn't exactly pinpoint why. When some of his weaker victims cowarded away from him in the hallways, they turned their eyes in curiosity towards him as he walked off down the hallway, surprised that he didn't assault them in some manner, and escaping quickly to make sure he didn't change his mind so suddenly. The blonde steadily approached the boys locker room, a somewhat annoyed expression on his face, someone was missing from his usual round of victims. A peculiar redhead who'd been his first victim since practically middle school, and following into high school. Knowing that they'd be going to the same school must have been disheartening to the nerd, and Jace took advantage of his sudden growth spurt quickly. He bet that half the injuries and bruises the boy sustained were by Jace's own hands, his wiry frame was just so easy to manipulate. The thought of which made school worth attending for Jace. Years of this, and it never got old to the teen. He almost wished this would go on forever, as he continued to manipulate people, he had his own little scheme going on where anything he wanted he would get from his would be victims, it was only coincidence that the red-head proved to be the most valuable of them all, considering his talents with computers he could easily make those D's of his change without a thought, this would be the only thing that would save the weaker boy from punishment, but even then Jace could not stop himself. He walked into the locker room, slinging his bag over his shoulder and then grabbing the lock in front of him and turning the dial to meet with it's assigned numbers. 16-32-30 The metal door opened, and Jace put his things inside as planned, from there he pulled out only a folder, and an unsharpened pencil for the day before walking with both in tow to class. Still feeling somewhat shitty, but honestly lurking for his longtime 'Friend .