Snippet #1268981

"Emerson, would you please just tell me what you're planning on doing?" His mother implored, though not without an edge to her tone that Jack did not miss. As predicted, she was harping on him about colleges again. Honestly, he was only a junior, why the Hell did she care? It wasn't as though he was Isabella or anything; she should stop pretending he mattered even half as much.

"I'm planning on going for a walk," he replied in a deadpan, pulling his coat on. It was a bit chilly out, he supposed, and donned a dark green scarf as well. Best to be prepared; he had no idea how long it would take to cool off from this one. Probably until his parents were in bed asleep.

"Emerson-" his mother started in a bossy tone, but she simply glared and continued walking. In truth, he didn't like making his parents mad, it just seemed to happen a lot. Shooting a quick glance at Rosmerta, the maid, as he passed, he caught the look of sympathy there and was somewhat relieved. Rosmerta was reasonable, and if she was on his side, then it was pretty likely that his mom was the one who needed to lay off it, not him.

The door slammed behind him on the way out, and Jack took note of the fact that his breath puffed out in clouds before him as he walked, picking a random direction and going with it. He knew most of this town better then people who had lived in it their entire lives, simply because he walked so often.

He was broken from idle musings by a shout. "I said no!" someone- a female- cried, and he could not help but think it was familiar somehow. Quickening his pace, Jack rounded a corner to see a car pulled over by the side of the road. One guy was just standing there with a dazed look on his face, as if he didn't quite know what he was thinking, but he appeared to be maintaining a grip on some girl's arm. Who either of them were, he couldn't tell from so far away.

"What the hell's going on here?" Jack broke in, loud enough to be well-heard, and started in the direction of what appeared to be a confrontation.