Aiden Pierce
Aiden nodded as Regina continued to speak about their project. He was more than happy to get started ton the project, to be honest. It was the blood and violence, and it seemed like Regina wasn't gonna back out of the topic either. Aiden was pretty thankful for that, since most of the time whatever dick he was with halfassed it and whatever bitch he was with the next time chose the bloodiest project so that she could say it was gross and could back out of it by making big, innocent eyes and squeezing out a couple crocodile tears. It made him sick.
"Yeah, just let me know whenever you're open, i'll rent out a camera whenever you've got free time. Here," he took out a piece of paper and tore off the bottom couple lines. Fishing a black G2 pen from his backpack, he clicked the point out and began to write his phone number. He finished writing and shoved the paper in her direction, having written 'Aiden Peirce (207) 1743 81897' [[Extra numbers to protect anyone with a real, similar phone number to what i would otherwise write]]. "Let me know, text me or give me a ring anytime." he said, with a smile. It was nice to talk with Regina.
Then, he heard the derpnamic duo behind them speak up again. He turned to them and rolled his eyes, once when Brian spoke, and once when Megan chimed in. What was with them. Megan said something and Brian would follow like a steer, Brian would say something and Megan would follow along blindly with her goddamn eyes crossed. When she bleached her already blond hair, did it soak into the skin and maybe into her brain? He hoped so - Or knowing that there were truly people out in the world like her would break what little faith he still had in humanity. As Regina jumped up to defend herself, Aiden interjected as well - Having more than a few things to say to the both of them since the teacher was out of the room. After her comment to Megan, he chimed in while Regina helped herself to a piece of Brian.
"You know, girls like you bother the hell out of me." he started, glowering. "Just sit there with your expensive clothes, expensive bags, talking about all the shopping you did and all the nice things they did to your hair at the salons and shit." Aiden wasn't a guy who lived by the 'never pick on girls' rule. If guys were held responsible for the words they said, so were girls. While he wouldn't be as aggressive or quick to anger, a vagina wasn't a freaking get out of jail free card. You weren't automatically more angelic, innocent, and above others just because your chest was convex - No, that wasn't how it worked. "And what the fuck is up with you? Do you have your own opinion? Do you just hear something he says and go 'oh he's always right because he always is i'm just gonna agree with everything he says'." he growled, raising his voice several pitches to mock her tone of voice. "Can you think on your own or do you need someone to hold your fucking hand?"
At that moment, he saw the door open and turned in his seat. He pretended to be tapping his pencil on his desk in thought when he realized that Regina was still going at Brian. Oh no. Then he heard, Mr. Baker begin his outburst in response.
That could not be good.
He watched as Regina left with a tight frown, catching glimpses of Megan and Brian's smug looks in the corner of his right eye. That was so fucking it.
At the end of class, as they Megan and Brian left, Aiden squeezed out in front of them and walked quickly. He made sure to follow them though, going the opposite direction of his next class - Chamber Choir. He continued to walk until they reached the tiny blind spot near the corner you turned to go to the gym. Once he was in the blind spot, he turned around and marched right up to Brian. Brian, of course pushed Megan behind her while she whimpered with the usual 'Oh my goddd, what do you waaaant' with the tone of a begging toddler.
"You think you can pick on Reg like that, then just get her in deep shit from the teacher with me around? No, just cause Reg doesn't beat you down after the first comment, won't think i wouldn't." Aiden was practically chest to chest with Brian, each glaring daggers at one another as they stared at one another - eye to eye. "If you've really got the huge balls you wanna look like you have, then see me in the field next to the parking lot. Today." he barked, pointing out the window towards the grazzy expanse just outside school property. "Don't you puss out on me either, or the whole school is gonna know that you were kind of the blind kid. Yeah, that's right, the blind kid. I said it. It's not like it's wrong." Brian placed his hands on Aiden's chest and pushed, the slightly thinner boy stumbling back but not faltering.
"Alright, let's go, then. Show ya what it's like to take a beating from a guy. But i'm gonna warn ya, i'm gonna go easy." he leaned close to Aiden's face and snarled, his morning breath threatening to knock him out right then and there. "I don't like hitting girls,"
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Aiden carefully moved towards his car, walking carefully. His left leg still hurt each time he put weight on it, especially around his ankle and his knee. Making sure to be careful, he opened the driver's side door and leaned into the car, placing the camera on the passenger's seat in it's case. Slowly, he slid into the driver's seat and placed his hands on the underside of his left thigh, lifting the leg into the car before closing the door. His vision blurred for a moment before he slipped the key into the ignition and turned, hearing the engine roar to life. Carefully, be began to back out when Katie ran behind the car and he slammed on the breaks.
"Jesus!" He rolled down the window with his right hand, despite having to reach across his chest. Leaning out of the window, he turned until he saw his sister walking towards him. "The fuck, Katie!? I could'a turned you into a carpet!" Watching the way Katie twirled her hair around her finger, he knew she wanted something. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back. "What do you want, K."
"Um, i wanna make a little deal." Katie spoke up, Aiden rolling his eyes. "Well, you know how dad told me to swing by the store the other day to pick up some stuff? Well, uh, i didn't. I found out it's for dinner. Tonight. They're gonna see i didn't get it."
"Okay? What do you want me to do?"
"Do you think you could pick up the stuff?" she asked, handing him a slip of paper and a wad of cash. Aiden looked at the sheet of paper for a moment before shaking his head and sighing. "I'll let you use the garage for the whole winter." Aiden turned.
"The whole winter?" Aiden muttered, hearing her confirming response of 'the whooole winter'. After a moment, Aiden turned to her. "Do you promise to scrape your windows? Get all the ice off? I don't want you getting in a wreck." Katie quickly replied with an 'I promise' and Aiden reached out the window, extending his pinkie. She wrapped her pinkie around his and breathed a sigh of relief. "Now the the fuck back inside or i'll really run you over this time - Don't think i'll miss ya." Katie stuck her tongue out at him before going back inside. Rolling his eyes, he made his way to Regina's.
Reaching her house, he opened the door and carefully got out. Driving had been difficult, since his black eye was on his right eye and it had swollen a bit, making it slightly difficult to see. He had bruises on the left side of his face (But not on the blind eye), his right eye was a black eye and seemed to have a small popped vessel on it's left side, and there were lots of other bruises and small contusions on his left shoulder. He hadn't been particularly successful in the fight, but he had knocked Brian about much more than people thought he would. Well, until Brian laid him flat on the field and he lay there until Katie found him and dragged his sorry ass into the car, with some help from a couple of the people he hung out with. He wasn't proud of the outcome, but he was proud of all the snot he kicked out of Brian beforehand.
After getting out of the car, he made his way towards her door. He reached up and rung the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer. He hoped that he didn't scare whoever it was at least. Not knowing if they were filming around Regina's house, he had left the case in the car, just in case he needed to drive her and himself to another location for the shooting. He had done a bit of research, but he hoped that Regina had more to contribute.