This is what Vince lived for. The moment he entered the room he had a huge smile on his face and he knew that this was going to be the best year of his life. He finally would be able to be around people that understood him instead of made fun of him, so what if they were all girls. Vince couldn't remember having a single guy friend that he didn't end up dating. Because no guy in their right mind seemed to want to befriend the male but that was their own loss.

He ran a hand through his newly dyed hair, since he was starting cosmetology school he figured his hair should be perfect, though it usually was. This time he had his bottom layer black, his middle layer a bright red, and his top layer a perfect bleached white. It had taken him awhile but he had gotten it just perfect that he was excited to start the next day.

He took a seat in the back row and took placed his messenger bag on the floor flipping it open and taking out his bag of tools, his scissors, combs, razors, everything he would need for the class making sure everything was still there and in the right place. He pushed the bag to the corner of the desk once he was sure that everything was were it was suppose to be as he crossed his hands in front of him waiting for the class to start. He surveyed the people in the room looking at who he wouldn't mind being paired up with, a lot of the girls looked promising.

Jordan Fayte was your typical guy, commonly known to his highschool as Fayte. Whistling to the girls as he passed them in the hallway, maybe reaching out to caress a bum. No girlfriends, though. Nope, he was a free bird. And liked it. It made the parties go smoother. Standing at five feet eleven, a nice one hundred sixty five pounds, there wasn't a sport he couldn't play. Fayte was the typical popular guy/jock in his school. The one other's looked up to, and he wasn't exactly selfish or condencending, he just didn't stop to think about his consequenses very often.

He did now, though. The paper stated one hundred seventeen. Fayte took a step back, looking at the tag next to the door. One hundred seventeen. Stepping back into the room, Fayte's hands began digging furiously in his backpack, finally pulling out a crumpled paper. Shifting the bag after zipping it closed, Fayte's eyes frantically searched the paper. He found it, mumbling out loud, "One seventeen...co-Cosmetology...?!" He stood still for a moment, before melting around the twittering females, sliding into a seat next to another male. "Hey, they messed up your sceduale too? Do you know where the teacher is? I wanna get...this...fixed...." Fayte's voice faded off and his smile felt frozen as his dark blue eyes travelled over the male's desk. Obviously not a mistake on his part... "Uhh....Sorry? Do you know where the teacher is?"

((Sorry for taking so long. I was busy and went on a trip to NYC and things finally have slowed down a bit thanks for the patience though X3, next time I'll try to give a warning in advance))

She's too shallow. Her hair is fried. Her make-up is horrible. She looks like a good partner. She...just no. She looks like she wouldn't know what she was doing. Oh my god love her hair! Wait what's a guy doing in here? Vince's thoughts ran through his head as he tilted his head a bit to the side staring at the male that had just walked into the room. The guy was either one of two options; 1. He was a deep closet case. or 2. He totally had gotten lost. Judging by the male's confused expression Vincent came to the conclusion of option 2, though he wasn't ruling option 1 out anytime soon. Most jock's, which the current male looked, were secretly closet cases. Why else would they get sweaty with other men? Vince was surprised when the other male picked him out and started to come towards and slide into the other seat, like Vince was a safety net; one of the guys. Which was surprising because if you looked at his five feet and eight inches slim slightly girly frame. Paired with the fact that his hair was a little over the top and he wore eyeliner. Most guys went running in the opposite direction and marked him as one of the girls.

Vince's surprised look quickly fell into one of annoyance as the jock male talked. His green eyes wide from shock starting to narrow into a glare, as the other male continued to make a fool of himself. Vince was being hostile and he knew it, he had waited too long to get away from the Jocks that had made his life a living hell, to go here where he finally belonged. And there was no way he was going to let this other jock boy ruin this year. He grimaced at the apology and rolled his eyes. "No I do not know where the teacher is. Though the testosterone classes with all your Neanderthal buddies is next door." He said talking about the automotive and welding classes, "Are you sure you didn't just mess up the numbers on your schedule?"

(Alright, glad you are back! ^^ Did you have fun?)

Fayte had paused, his smile vanishing as the other boy spoke sharply to him. When a moment had passed, Jordan lifted his sceduale and shook his head. "No, right room number." He settled a bit deeper into the seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Here he was, in a class with a bunch of girls, and had choosen a fag to talk to.

"It states cosmetology on my paper. Regardless, guess it means I gotta go through this one class." Realizing he was talking aloud, Fayte glanced over the the male again, "No offense." He hesitated once more, holding out his hand, "Jordan. Jordan Fayte. Call me Fayte. Uh, nice to meet you." His eyes refused to meet the other boy's, though, resenting the hostility and obvious sexual preferance of the male.

((^.^ HELL YES!!!! It was awesome. I went with my band class and 80 band kids...stuck on buses for 25 hours lots and lots of fun *sarcasm* lol. But it was still amazing and awesome. New York is just amazing to visit all the time, the food was awesome, we saw Lion King on broadway, got to go shopping (my guilty pleasure) and alot of other stuff. And actually the bus ride wasn't that bad))

Vince pitted the poor person that would become jock boy's partner for the class. But with a glance around the room out of the corner of his eyes, alot of the girls were staring at jock boy like he was a slab of meat. Looking jock boy up and down he had to admit that yes he was hot. In the shirt that jock boy was wearing you could see the defined bicep and tricep muscles and underneath the shirt he probably had nice abs, and thick calves, and....Vince had to stop his train of thought there. So he'd admit that jock boy was good looking, but Vince hated him so to Vince he wasn't attractive at all.

Vince had to restrain himself for rolling his eyes a second time while the boy tried not to insult him again. It was obvious he didn't mean it so why did he try to cover it up and try to soften the blow. He glared at the hand held out to him, "Sorry I'd rather not have to burn my hand off thank you." It took a moment for Vince to realize that he had said that out loud and not just in his head like he had planned. Vince didn't have one of those filters in his brain to filter his sentences, most of the time he said whatever was on the top of his mind. "And if you must know, my name is Vince." he said turning forward in his seat hoping that the teacher would come in and save him soon.

(Lol! I've always wanted to see the Lion King on Broadway! Even with the downsides, I'm glad you had fun! ^^)

Fayte's hand dropped, glaring at the other male. His mouth opened, about to do one of the things Fayte did best-talk shit. He'd back it up, of course, but how dare the little fag talk to him like Jordan was disgusting. His mouth shut quickly, however, as a plump short woman entered the room, quickly writing 'Mrs. Lovette' on the board. She turned to the class, informing them what they would be learning in this elective. The male slouched in his chair, sighing.

He have to suffer through this class. Fayte attempted to look away, only to meet a girl's gaze. Over there, another girl staring at him. They looked hungry...What would happen if Jordan threw an apple down? He snickered, imagining the fight he supposed would ensue. Perhaps a shirt or two would get-The male looked up, the teacher barely taller than him sitting. "Uhh...hi?" He stated rather stupidly.

"Mr..." Mrs. Lovette paused, glancing at a clipboard she held. "Fayte? Would you like to share with the class? What could be funny about mixing your dyes right, hm?" Jordan straightened in his seat, glancing around sheepishly, "Um, nothing, ma'am. I'm just not supposed to be here...my sceduale got messed up." He lifted the crumpled paper, placing an innocent expression on his face. Mrs Lovette gave him a final glare, informing him there was a chance he'd have to remain there, so he'd better pay attention. She finished. telling him to talk to her after class, and moved back to the front of the room. Fayte sighed as she left, dropping the paper on the desk and slouching in his seat again. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

((Its...defiantly odd. The play is awesome but its weird cause you pay attention to the people and the puppets...different but enjoyable. But I think my favorite memory was when our bus turned into a karaoke bus...all I have to say is we are band kids for a reason XD we suck at singing lmao! ))

After insulting jock boy, Vince expected jock boy to say something back but thankfully the teacher walked in before jock boy could get his snide remark in. Vince let out a breathe he didn't even realize that he was holding in. The teacher was a stout short women that seemed like the type that would like you if you did well in her class and paid attention, like Vince. And hate you if you didn't take her class seriously, like jock boy. The male's theory was only proven when Ms. Lovette walked over and stood in front of jock boy and reprimanded him for not paying attention in his class. Vince snickered as a self-righteous smile stretched across his face, happy to see jock boy getting in trouble on the first day of class.

Ms. Lovette made her way back to the front of the class and continued where she left off and Vince sat straight up taking in each of her words like it was the Bible itself, even though all of it was a basic overview and he already knew all this stuff. "So now that we've gone over what we're going to cover this year and the basics I'm going to partner you guys up. For this class you and your partner will be attached to the hip you will work together on all the hands on activities and get the same grade based on your combined efforts." She explained. "After I call of your names I want you to get with your partner and introduce yourself, get to know you each other. You'll have fifteen minutes and then each of you will get up and introduce your partner and tell the class what you have learned about them." She said looking down at the clipboard with the names. "Jessica." Vince watched as the girl with the awesome hair stood up and he crossed his fingers hoping that he would get paired with her. "and Katie." Vince sighed when it wasn't him as he watched the girl who looked like she didn't know what she was doing stand up. Vince pitied Jessica, and Jessica didn't look to happy about who her partner was. "Lexi and Theressa. Rachel and Jennifer." Ms. Lovette continued, "Vincent." Vince perked up when he heard his name being called, "And Jordan."Vince was pretty sure that his jaw hit the floor when he heard who his partner was. There had to be some mistake.

(Lmao, Gawd, I wish I coulda seen that!!!)

Fayte's head shot up as he was called, automatically correcting the teacher on what to call him, "Fayte." He glanced over. Vincent. A boy's name, so it was fairly obvious who he'd be partnered with while he was in the class. The arms crossed over his chest tightened. Not only was he with a fag, but he had a smart ass one too.

Jordan sighed, not bothering to move closer to the male. Hell, the dude didn't even want to touch him, fo fear of 'having to burn off his hand'. But, then again, the teacher had already admonished him once today. Still not looking at the other male, Jordan began asking him questions, "So, where'd you grow up, age, last name." His hand gave a small wave before tucking back under the other one.

((Yeah it was hilarious but by the end my ears were bleeding lol))

Vince closed his mouth as he grimaced. It was best to get this done quickly and painlessly, he turned to face jock boy so they could get this done quickly and peacefully. Only to find that jock boy was facing forward and not even bothering to look at Vince as he asked the questions. And that just annoyed the boy to no return. Vince gave a sigh to open his mouth to answer the questions, but then got a smirk changing his answers last second. “Well I grew up in Candyland, I’m one hundred and forty two, and my last name is you’re a douchebag.” He said with an innocent smile. “Is that enough information for you or do you want more?” he asked sweetly.

(...Maybe I wouldn't want to see that..0.0)

Jordan's mouth opened slightly. This slimmer dude certainly had a mouth! He turned his head, staring at Vincent. Slowly, he moved his desk closer, as if he was simply doing the teacher's assignment. "Listen, you! I didn't do shit to you, so I don't know what the hell is your problem! What I do know is you better learn to shut that little mouth of yours, or I'll shut it for you." Fayte leaned back, not realizing he'd leaned forward. His arms crossed over his chest and he smirked. "Even if you're a girl."

Vince grinned when Jordan finally turned to look at him, Vincent: 1 Jock Boy 0. Vince rolled his eyes at the threat, he had heard threats like that all his life. Most of the time they weren't carried through, even if jock boy carried through with his threat Vince had been in scuffles before. True Jordan was physically stronger, but Vince would get in a few good punches at least.

He feigned mock hurt and clutched at his chest where his heart would be when jock boy called him a girl. "That hurt deeply." He said his words dripping with sarcasm. "What are we in elementary school now? Really you could be more creative and come up with a better insult." He said letting his hands fall to his desk again. "And you wanna know why I hate you?" He asked leaning forward a little towards jock boy. Pausing to think about it. He really didn't have a good answer, jock boy didn't do anything but try to be friendly in the beginning Vince was the hostile one. "Because you're like ever other Neanderthal out there and I'm not going to let you ruin this year. Got it jock boy."

The male's mouth dropped once more, and he simply stared at Vincent for a few moments, before he leaned forward as well. "Well, what's my name? Bet you don't even remember my name, hm?" Fayte shook his head, "Even when I realized you were a little fag, I still tried to be nice and polite, but you wanna say I'm just like everyone else? You just jump to conclusions like that?" He have a snicker, "I should stay in this class, just to bug you some more!"

"It's not important." Vince said when Jock boy asked if he remembered his name. Of course Vince remembered his name, he always remembered names well, but it was much more entertaining to call him jock boy. Vince frowned when Jock boy called him a fag, even though he had been called that millions of times before, that word still bothered him. Some days he easily brushed it off, other days it stung. "You haven't proven to be anything different from any other kind of your species. " Vince said. His eyes widened when Jordan threatened to stay in the class. "I swear to God, if you effect my grade in any way I'm going to-"

He was never able to complete his threat because the teacher stood up and waved her pudgy hands in the air trying to get everyone's attention. "Okay now that you've learned about your partner it is now time to share what you've learned with the class." She said looking down at the clipboard, "How about we start with Vincent and Jordan. Vincent please introduce Jordan."

Vince was pretty sure that all the color drained from his face. He hadn't came up with anything to say. He stood up and brushed the red and blonde bangs out of his face thinking in his head of what to say.

"This is Jock Boy aka Jordan." Vince said pointing at jock boy. He remembered that Jordan hated to be called by his first name so he decided to throw that in. "Jock boy LOVES." He said drawing out the word love, "To be called by his first name so please make sure you call him Jordan at all times even if he tries to persuade you differently." He said with a smirk on a roll now. "Jock boy likes to spend his summers abusing poor defenseless animals, and picking on kids weaker them him because it makes him feel superior. He obviously plays sports but secretly he wants to be in theater when he's older." He said coming up with random shit now. "His favorite singer is Clay Aiken, and he's buried deep in the closet." Vince finished. "Yep that's about it." He said sitting down to shocked expressions all around the room. The teacher was shocked into silence. Vince knew that he was going to get in trouble for that, but it was defiantly worth it. Vince 2 Jock boy 0.

Fayte sat in his seat, his own face bright red. His mouth was opened, it seemed to be gaping a lot lately. He stood quickly, moving to the front of the class. As he stood there he seemed at a loss for words, simply staring at the shocked faces around him. His face deepened it's redness, and his green eyes dropped, staring nervously at the floor. He may be well liked, but Jordan was no public speaker, and Vince had just made him even more nervous.

He gazed helplessly at the teacher. What the hell was he supposed to say about that boy? "T-that's Vincent..." He paused, and when he spoke once more, his voice was a bit stronger, although his gaze was still lowered. "As you can tell, poor little Vincent loves boys, and I suppose he's angry because he has such a huuuggge crush on me. Don't cha? It's too bad I don't go for your type..." Fayte shrugged, moving back to his seat. Not much of a comeback, but it was the best he could come up with. As he slipped into his own seat, Fayte glared at Vince. "Can't wait to learn sooo much in this class, even if it means I have to put up with your puppy dog eyes!" He spoke loudly, intending for the other students to hear, yet also letting Vince know he'd be staying now, simply because Vincent didn't want him to. Jordan wouldn't learn anything in welding he didn't already know, anyway.

Vince had a smug smile on his face as he watched Jordan's shocked face and the boy getting up and moving to the front of the room. Looking like a fish out of the water, his cheeks flaming red, and his eyes downcasted. If Jock boy wasn't such a jerk then Vince would pity him right now. Plus jock boy looked cute trying to find what he said finally appearing vulnerable. Wait...did Vince just think that jock boy was cute. No jock boy was the enemy and no matter how hot or adorable the enemy was he was still the enemy. The people that fall for the enemy end up with the short end of the stick. He refused to fall for the enemy.

He scoffed when Jordan pointed out that he liked boys, like that wasn't totally obvious already. What Vince wasn't prepared for was when jock boy said Vince had a huge crush on him. Vince was pretty sure his jaw dropped but he quickly closed it before anyone noticed, thankfully jock boy was looking down at his shoes at that same moment. If Jock boy wanted to play that way Vince could play the part well, he could pretend to have a crush on Jock boy. Maybe that would make jock boy uncomfortable that he'd leave running. Vince was going to make jock boy eat his own words. Once the other had sat down Vince leaned towards jock boy and rested his head on his masculine shoulders. "Oh how am I ever going to keep my hands off you. "He said with a lover's sigh as he batted his eyelashes.

The teacher finally seemed to be able to get ahold of herself, and her ears were turning red from anger. "Vincent. Jordan. Both of you will see me after class!" She exclaimed. "I will not let anyone make a mockery out of my class." She informed the class but staring at Vincent and Jordan. "If you don't want to be here then leave and don't waste my time!" She said crossing her arms.

Vincent sat up straight as the teacher yelled at them. He bit his bottom lip and shrank a little in his chair, shaking his head. "I'll be good I promise." He said crossing his heart for emphasis. He couldn't believe he had gotten in that much trouble on the first day, he was pissed at himself for messing up so badly.

The smirk faded from Fayte's face as Vince laid his head on him. He glared at the other male, jerking away, though he jumped as the teacher called them both. His eyes fell to the floor again, before he raised them to meet the teacher's. Fayte nodded, "Yes ma'am. I'll make sure to behave..." His gaze turned back to Vince, as if to say 'Haha, I'm going to make you pay'.

(Sorry it's so short...If you can post with this little amount, that's cool. If not, I'll be editing this in a bit.)

((Don't worry about it ^.^ Its fine, I'm not really picky about length as long as its more then one sentence I'm good XD))

Vince caught the gaze that jock boy flashed him. He sneered back and turned around to face forward, slouching in his seat with his arms crossed. His lower lip out in a pout as he paid attention for the rest of class sinking lower every time the teacher shot him a glare. Vince was starting to regret what he had said, he wasn't sure it was worth it anymore. The bell rang signaling the end of class. Vince slowly started to collect all his pretending to be totally engaged in his work as the other kids left the classroom so he would see their stares, but he could feel them. He sighed sticking everything into his backpack and he slung it over his shoulder slowly making his way to the front of them room where Ms. Lovette waited for them. He blew away strands of blonde hair away from his face and looked her in the eye waiting to accept any punishment that was sure to ensue.

"I am terribly disappointed in you boys." She started off her long winded speech pointing out everything that they had done to make her disappointed. "I am giving each of you a weeks detention starting tomorrow after class and you're lucky I don't make it longer." She said giving both of them a stern look. "You will still be partners and you guys better learn to start acting like such." She said as she grabbed her purse, and left the two boys standing there.

Vince made his face neutral but inside he was a rage of emotions. He turned to look at Jordan. "I hate you." He said before walking out of the room. It was the first day and already jock boy had ruined everything. Final score; Vince 2 Jordan Won.

(Alright, then...I had to jump off then...)

Fayte had slouched in his chair, his arms still crossed angrily over his chest. The male kept catching himself falling asleep, and would quickly jerk his head up. The teacher hadn't seemed to notice, although she still seemed livid. As the bell rang, Jordan jerked in his chair, glancing around before standing, grabbing the backpack he'd brought. What had Mrs. Lovette been talking about?

With a sigh, he moved to the front, standing next to Vincent. He listened quietly, nodding politely as the teacher spoke. He'd turn to Vincent after she left, opening his mouth to hear the other male tell him he hated Fayte. The boy ran after Vincent, grabbing his wrist as he was moving out the door. He tugged the boy back inside and stood in front of the door, glaring at the other male. "What the fuck?! I didn't start this shit, but I'll finish it!"

Vince had expected to leave the room wallowing in his self pity when someone, aka jock boy, grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the room. And then proceeded to stand in Vince's way blocking the door. Vince's self pity quickly turned to anger, he hated being manhandled, especially when it was against his will. "I dare you to try." He said narrowing his eyes when jock boy made the threat. He advanced towards jock boy and stopped right in front poking him in the chest with each word. "Because at the end you'll be the one begging for mercy." He ended looking up at Jordan, even though there was only a two in height difference it seemed much more. "Now if you so kindly could move," He said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unlike you I have a life so there are places I need to be." He said crossing his arms in front of his chest waiting for jock boy to move out of the way. Otherwise Vince was going to be late to his job.

The male shook his head, giving a small sigh and fixing his gaze behind Vincent before running a hand through his hair and speaking. "Fine. I'll finish it. I'll see you in class tommorrow." Fayte turned, throwing Vincent another smirk. "Wonder how much damage I could do then..." He grabbed the door, opening it and slipping into the hallway. Best to forget about the slightly shorter male. Maybe Fayte could get sommat to eat, or go shopping today. Jordan perked at the thought, before he noticed the shopping made him sound like he was gay. Which brought his thoughts back to Vince. Which destroyed Fayte mood all over. The boy had made it out to the parking lot, ramming his key into his eclipse. He climbed in the car, throwing his pack into the pack seat. He sat there a few moment, staring at the steering wheel. He'd won, hadn't he?

So why'd he feel like shit?

Fayte let off multiple curses, punching the steering wheel a few times, and ignoring the horn that blared loudly from his actions.

Vince gave a sigh of relief when jock boy backed down and left the room without a fight. He was afraid that maybe jock boy would actually use his muscles and then Vince would be screwed. He waited a good thirty seconds before he left the room just to make sure that he wouldn't run into jock boy on the way out. He walked outside and easily found his piece of shit car. It was basically a junk car and had been passed down in his family to way to many people. Now the car was rusted and a lot of the paint was flaking off. When Vince got the car the radio wasn't working so he had to spend his cash to buy a new one because there was no way in hell he was going to drive with no music. He stopped in front of his car as he started to dig around in his bag for the car keys, of course it took him a few minutes because they were at the bottom of his bag. He jumped hearing a horn blaring and looked around but with so many cars in the parking lot he had no idea where it came from. Vince shrugged as his fingers finally wrapped around his keys and he pulled them out. Of course the car was so old it didn't have automatic locks so he had to unlock the car by hand and open the door which squeaked loudly, everything in his car squeaked, the engine made weird sounds that was a cross between a squeal, a squeak, and a screech. Hence he had nicknamed his car squeakers. He got in and closed the door behind him turned the car on, flinching at the loud noise it made once it started running. He turned the music on so loud that it drowned out any of his thoughts and headed off to work.

He got stuck in traffic and by the time he got to work he had a minute left to spear. His aunt was waiting by his desk as he entered she was looking at her watch and looked up at him the moment you entered. "You are so lucky." She warned letting her wrist fall. Vince might work for his aunt at her saloon but she made sure to treat him like any other employee, she was even harsher most of the time. He just nodded not even bothering to make any excuses because she didn't want to hear them. He just sat down at his desk and opened the programs on the computers to start. He took care of being the secretary and sometimes the money. "So how was your first day at school?" She asked starting up a conversation, he figured the day was slow if his aunt had time to bother him.

"Ugh it sucked." He said rolling his green eyes and looking at her. "There's this other boy in class-"

"Oh how exciting." She cut him off.

"No not exciting. He's a total jock boy whose schedule got mixed up so he's in the cosmetology class. And he's such an ass! He's super annoying and he acts all high and mighty-"

"Someone sounds like they have a crush." His aunt said cutting him off once again.

Vince made a face and pretended to gag. "Puh-lease." He over exaggerated. "Sure I'll admit that he is a hunk. But he's a jack ass so that brings his attractive meter down to about, negative one hundred."

"Sure." She said rolling her eyes. "Whatever you say. Now get back to work." She said turning to boss mode and walking away.

"Bitch." Vince mumbled, turning to the computer starting to type away.

Jordan had gone home, throwing his pack down in the entryway before climbing the stairs to his room. He booted up his computer, and began looking up different aspects of cosmetology. It was a while before he had made a list of things he'd need. If he was going to stay in that awful class, he'd need the supplies for it. With a sigh, Fayte's green eyes roved the paper, then the male shut down the computer. Ripping the paper out of the notebook, he moved down the stairs, ignoring his mother's voice, calling to him.

Climbing back in the car, Jordan deposited the paper in the passanger seat, making his way to the nearest saloon. He drove rather recklessly, a vice he had. Bad mood=bad driving. With a screech, Fayte pulled into the parking space, ramming on his brakes. He sat there a moment, staring a the steering wheel and biting his lip. He was gonna look so queer doing this...

Fayte grabbed the paper, and stepped out of the car, his hands automatically checking for his wallet. He opened the door, ignoring the little ding. Without looking around or raising his gaze, the male stepped to the counter, setting the paper down and nervously stating, "I, uh, need this stuff...Not sure where to get it, b-but I thought it would be a good idea to check here...d-do you sell it?"

((Salon: Place where people get their hair cute Saloon: Place where people get drinks Me: *facepalms* OMG I'm so stupid and my spelling sucks sometimes XD lol))

Vince checked behind him and all around to make sure that his bitch of an aunt was no where around as he clicked open programs and opened a game a minesweeper, his game addiction. His aunt had caught him playing it so many times she threatened to fire him next time she caught him, and he wasn't sure if she would follow through with her threat or not. He was having the best game and was going to beat the record when he heard the little bell on the door ring he cursed under his breath but put a smile on his face as the customer walked up to the desk. "I'll be with you in a moment." He said speeding up the rest of the game, getting down to the last two. It was a fifty fifty chance and he clicked one which ended up being the bomb. He frowned but covered it up remembering there was a customer. He x-ed out of the game and grabbed the paper that was set down not even looking up at the person. He looked at the scribbles and tried to decipher them. He nodded, "Yeah we can get this for-" He paused when he looked up to see who it was. Vince was sure his jaw dropped. "What the hell are you doing here." he hissed quietly so only jock boy could hear him. The words slipped out before they even processed in his mind.

(Sorry, my spelling sucks too, so I just copied from your previous post...XD Shoulda caught it, my bad...)

As Vince began to talk, Fayte's gaze lifted. He narrowed his eyes, but waited impatiently for Vince to be done. Well, this would turn into a wonderful shopping trip. He had almost smiled and raised his hand in greeting when the other male looked up, as suprised as Jordan was. He flinched away, actually taking a step back at the venom in Vincent's voice as the other male questioned him.

"Nice to see you to, why yes, I'm having a wonderful day. And how is yours? I hadn't noticed you worked here, Vincent." Fayte spoke mockingly, before raising his hand to the paper and jabbing at it. "Just get the shit, alright? If Im'ma be in your lame ass class, I'll need to get the shit, right?" His hands went into his pockets, and Fayte averted his gaze, looking anywhere except the gay boy. This wasn't school, and Fayte had a feeling it wasn't going to be too pretty.

((haha thats why I blamed myself because I was the first one to type it X3))

Vince's eyes narrowed at jock boy as he bit his tongue. Since he was working he had to be polite and courteous and set aside any grudge he had against jock boy while on the job. "I apologize for what I said." Vince said between gritted teeth even though he didn't mean what he said. "I'll go and collect the stuff right away." He said standing up and leaving jock boy standing there. Stopping in front of his aunt. "I need you to open the storage closet we have another cosmetology student looking for stuff." His aunt paused her work as she fished the keys for the storage out of her pocket, and handed it over to him. Vince said a quick thank you as he unlocked the back storage room and started to collect the unopened the supplies and wrapped them putting them into a bag. He took a second bag and put some more tools in it that wasn't on jock boy's list but he'd need. Vince left the room with two bags and locked the door behind him sticking the key in his back pocket for now. "Here." he said putting the two bags on the front desk. "This bag is the one with the stuff you asked for." He said pushing the first bag forward, "The second bag is stuff you're probably going to want." he said pushing the second bag forward. "Though its up to you if you want just the one or both." He said with a shrug crossing his arms in front of his chest.