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Christopher Herondale

"Fuck off unless you're as good as me"

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a character in “Salient Descendants”, as played by catmint

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Full Name: Christopher Lucien Stephen Herondale

Nickname: Kit (He hates it)

Birthday: August 6

Star Sign: Leo

Age: 17

Gender: male

Sexual Preference: opposite gender (Straight af)

Species: Nephilum (Shadowhunter)

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Christopher is 1.7 metres tall and has wavy auburn hair that almost brushes his shoulders. His eyes are a strange emerald green colour with golden flecks through them. He wears his gear jacket and jeans most of the time unless he's going out to some ridiculous party in which case he will be forced to wear a suit or at least non-Shadowhunter clothes.

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He doesn’t have many friends as everyone his age in the Institute considers him a condescending asshole and wants nothing to do with him. He spends most of his time alone or with Church, the Institute’s cat and wants to keep it that way. He believes that anyone who isn’t as good as him, doesn’t deserve a place as a Shadowhunter.

History:
Born in the New York Institute to Clary and Jace Herondale. He was their “accident child” although both parents were very glad to have him (and still are). He’s lived and trained in the Institute his whole life, never interfering with Mundane business or anything of unimportance outside of the Institute’s walls. When Christopher discovered he was an accidental child he was seven and he was heartbroken. Despite everyone saying that they're so glad he was born and they love him, he never really got over the fact that he wasn't supposed to exist. This fuelled his need to be the best at everyone so he could prove to everyone (and mostly himself) that he's here for a reason and wasn't just some mistake waiting to happen, though he keeps this fact to himself.

Christopher's fear of geese originated from a prank that went horrible wrong. He was planning to bring a flock of geese into the Institute to mess the place up but when he went to go and fond some geese, they all attacked him in a swarm. Ever since he won't go within a 5 metre radius of even a baby goose.

Likes:
Church
Fighting
Being left alone to do as he pleases
Being rebellious

Dislikes:
Being smothered
Being called “Kit”
Authority
Following rules

Fears:
Geese

Strengths:
Strong (mentally and physically)
Excels in all weaponry
Extremely seductive


Weaknesses:
Won’t listen to advice
Pretends he has no feelings
Stubborn

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Jonathan "Jace" Herondale - father
Clarissa "Clary" Fairchild - mother
Celine Herondale - sister



Face Claim: Charlie McDonnell (and a random tumblr guy)

So begins...

Christopher Herondale's Story

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I sit on the roof of the New York Institute, dawn approaching quickly. I do this often but not often enough so that people will notice my absence or the occasional thud from my boots as I jump onto the panelled roofing.

I've been doing this for nine years - don't want to ruin it now after this long.

I don't find anything remotely impressive except the sunset and the sunrise. I am an elite race, after all and I find beauty in nothing unless it is at or above my own standard.

Let's just say that standard is pretty fucking high.

Apart from the sunset and sunrise, the only thing I find worth my time is myself. Obviously, judging by the fact I can climb onto this roof when no one else can (or even if thy could, they don't have the bravery to) just proves that I am far superior to everyone else in this damn place. Don't get me wrong, this is my home but I've been living here my whole life. I mean, wouldn't be nice to go somewhere more thrilling sometime?

The first rays of sunshine shine softly against the toes of my black leathery boots. I look onto the road below as each streetlight flickers into darkness, the street filling with sunlight instead of that artificial crap.

I hear a light thud behind me and turn to see Church, the Institute's cat looking a me condescendingly. God knows how he got up here. That damn cat just seems to appear randomly when you'd least expect - not that he surprises me, nothing surprises me.

I guess Church is fairly tolerable. Tolerable than most of the people I live alongside. My thoughts drift to a certain Lightwood.

What an annoying bitch.

Church makes his way over to my side and sits down next to me, watching my movements out of the corner of his slitted eyes. There is a noise from below and we both glance down to see a Mundane woman riding a bike pedal past the Institute without a second glance. It's not as if she can see that it's truly a huge cathedral, she probably sees it as an abandoned pathetic old church.

Of all the demons and creatures I've encountered over the past seventeen years, I still think of Mundanes as the most useless.

"Stupid things." I mutter under my breath.

Church turns his head and glances up at. It looks as if he's raising his eyebrows (if he had any, that is).

"What?"

He scowls at me and goes back to looking at the street.

"Don't pretend you think differently."

He doesn't move.

Another Mundane walks past, this one has florescent blue and green hair.
"Why do Mundanes dye their hair?" I ask no one in particular. I would probably have the best answer myself anyway. "Natural colours like red are so much better."


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Christopher's stomach growled.
Ugh, 'spose I'd better go and eat something half decent.
All he'd eaten that morning was an apple danish he'd taken from the dining hall late last night, knowing that he'd need something to eat in the morning and hoping that he wouldn't have to endure walking into the dining hall for breakfast. Unfortunately, he needed much more than that to satisfy his appetite.

Church was still beside him, curled up into a ball now. Christopher took one last look at the street below him, more and more Mundanes beginning to walk unknowingly past, and then slid down the panelled roof, grabbed the ledge and swung into his room in one graceful motion, landing almost silently on the wooden floor. Christopher quickly changed out of his sweat pants and threw on jeans, a navy blue t-shirt and his leather gear jacket, leaving the front undone and pulling the hood up so it took the appearance of a black leathery hoodie.

Begrudgingly, Christopher unlocked and opened the door to his room, shoved his hands into his jean pockets and stalked to the dining hall. He walked straight in, not bothering to see if he was interrupting something or even acknowledging anybody that was there besides a quick glance around the room to survey the area that took him less than a second. In his head, Christopher's highly trained Shadowhunter brain did a head count and calculated the risk.

Hazel
Celine
Magnus
Alec

No to low risk


Christopher headed straight to the cabinet that held all kinds of cereal. He opened to find that it was empty.

"Where is all the fucking cereal?"

Alec raised his eyebrows and Magnus shrugged. No reaction came from Hazel or Celine.

Christopher swore under his breath and, much to his disgust, grabbed the rotten tomato from the barren fruit bowl.

"You're not seriously going to eat that." Hazel suddenly piped up from across the room.

Christopher turned to her, glowering. Hoe dare someone as inferior as Hazel Bane speak to him? She wasn't even Angel Blooded!

"I might." He replying, a smirk stretching across his face.

"And why would you do that?"

Christopher looked the warlock up and down, taking his time and letting his eyes rake across her form with a leer. "Well," He began, "It's not like you need the extra calories. Fat ass."

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Hazel felt something tickle her ear, a feather was awkwardly poking up from her awkwardly folded wings. She tried to pull it out but she cringed with pain. Must be infected. She tried to push it down but it just hurt more. Sighing,she just left it. She didn't plan to go out today anyway.

Hazel turned back to her journal when somebody swung the door open. It was Christopher striding in like the pompous ass hole that he was. Even as a kid, she had never liked him. He was just a dick to everybody around him. She tried to turn back to her journal once again but then she was disturbed once again by Christopher yelling out "Where is all the fucking cereal?". Only then did Hazel realise that her dads had walked in. She saw Alec raise his eyebrows and Magnus shrug then turn back to each other. Typical, she smiled and shook her head at them then tried to turn back once again when she saw Christopher pick up the filthy ass tomato from the fruit bowl.
"You're not seriously going to eat that." She asked. What the hell was he thinking, even 'superior' Shadow hunters could get food poisoning. Then he did it, his stupid smirk spread across his ass hole face "I might". "And why would you do that?" Christopher looked her up and down "Well, It's not like you need the extra calories. Fat ass."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Alec perk up like he was about to say something but Magus put his hand on Alec's leg and looked amused at what was unfolding. Hazel sniggered and sarcastically remarked "My apologies. Thank you Christopher for saving me from those horrible rotten tomato calories. With Christopher's life changing ass hole weight loss program I lost pounds!".

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That little whore.
How dare someone as low as her in the social hierarchy insult him. A superior race. a Shawowhunter, at that. Christopher had nothing against Downworlders as long as they didn't interfere with his Shadowhunter affairs.

When that happened, they had
Crossed
The
Fucking
Line.

Christopher, containing his anger so as not to show how much the comment had affected him, calmly took a step towards Hazel, her eyes fixed on him in a cold, hard stare.
"No, no," Christopher began, stepping closer, "I apologise Miss Bane."
He paused, just long enough so the impact of what he would say next would be far more emphasised. Christopher sneered and, his words dripping with venom, he let out his false apology.
"I'm sorry that my top quality weight loss program has failed to rid you of that hideous weight on your back."

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Oh no...
Celine, having hear Hazel and Christopher's entire exchange, knew a vulgar insult was about to emerge from Christopher mouth. She silently slipped under the table and curled into a ball.

"I'm sorry that my top quality weight loss program has failed to rid you of that hideous weight on your back."

There is was.

Christopher had taken things just a little too far...

Celine knew at that moment that she'd be spending a long while under that table. She picked up her book and continued reading, trying to ignore the war going on around her.

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Celine listened absentmindedly to Hazel and Christoper's argument from under the table, attempting (and failing) to read her book - A Tale of Two Cities - in peace.

"Wow good one. What a kind soul you are hey? Tell you what Kit honey, maybe when you get some morals you get back to me... No wonder you have no friends except the cat."

Celine peeped her head just slightly out from under the table, looking at what was happening over one of the bench seats.

"Oh by the way, here is your fucking cereal."

Celine didn't see exactly where the cereal came from but the next thing she knew was that Christopher was covered in it.

Under different circumstances, it would've been hilarious.

Celine watched as Magnus ran after Hazel and Alec looked at Christopher in disappointment, said his name and then also left the room. Christopher angrily kicked a pile of cereal that had gathered at him feet and stormed out, probably going to climb onto the roof to see Church.

Celine had caught him in the act one night when she was young. She'd been chasing Church through the Institute corridors and when the cat had jumped out a window and onto the roof, Celine had heard Christopher talking to him actually calm for once. So she'd left him alone and never said a word about it (not that she would have anyway).

Celine crawled out from under the table, clutching A Tale of Two Cities to her chest. She sighed, even though she was afraid of Hazel, she wanted to apologise for her brothers unacceptable actions. She often wanted to do this but had no idea how because of her excessive shyness and inability to converse with people...

Celine looked down at the cover of her book and slowly, an idea began to form in her head. She headed out of the dining hall and up to the fourth floor where her room was. Celine's bedroom was huge as most of the rooms in the Institute were. When she was little, she'd never known what to do with all the space but as she'd gotten older, Celine had begun to fill the room with bookshelves, collecting as many novels as she could to fill them all. Now, by the age of sixteen, Celine's bedroom was more of a personal library than a place for sleeping.

She had alphabetised all the books by author as she acquired them not a single one was out of place except any that she was reading which all sat in a large stack beside her bed.

No one besides Clary, Jace and Magnus knew about Celine's collection.

She rushed t the stack near her bed, running her finger down until she found what she was looking for: To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It was a copy from the sixties but still in perfect condition. Celine carefully removed it from the stack and, from a notebook lying on her bed ripped out a page and scrawled the word 'Sorry' across the paper. She sat the note on top of the book and hurried to Hazel's room, leaving both sitting just outside the door. She knocked quickly and ran away as fast as she could to avoid any conversations.

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Well thanks Dad. Yeah i know how to make friends with shadowhunters like me. Well im half warlock half shadowhunter. I only bare a warlock mark. But im a shadowhunter. Anyway, i dont really know where im going in this place. I suppose i might as well try finding someone. Walking down the corridors, there is a lot of paintings. Dad loved painting. Woah. Half of these were of angels. But whilst looking at the paintings i run into a guy with really red hair.
"Watch where your going!" The red haired boy said. He looked super pissed off when he looked at me. " Who the hell are you?" He asks.
"Tristan Carstairs. Nice to meet you. And you are?" I ask, trying to create conversation.
"Christopher Herondale, You're a Carstairs? Your dad is James Carstairs?". I nod
"Thats me. Do you mind showing me around? I have no clue where i am going mate?". I politely say.
"Umm. Sure. I need to clear my head anyway. Mighy be a nice way to cool off" he says, with a little laugh.
With that i had made my first friend. Christopher Herondale

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Christopher made his way around the whole Institute, running through the rooms and corridors to try and calm himself down. When he got in a mood like this though it was difficult for that to happen.
He rounded a corner when he ran straight into a boy that he'd never seen before. This just made Christopher even more furious than he had been.
"Watch where you're going!" He shouted in the mysterious boy's face, then looked him up and down from head to toe, "Who the hell are you?"
"Tristan Carstairs," The boy replied, "Nice to meet you. And you are?"
"Christopher Herondale." Christopher replied and then after deciding that this guy needed further judgement to deem him worthy of his time, "You're a Carstairs? Your father is James Carstairs?"
Tristan nodded. "That's me. Do you mind showing me around? I have no clue where I'm going mate."
"Ugh, sure. I need to clear my head anyway. Might be a nice way to cool off." Christopher chuckled, giving his best performance, luring Tristan in so he could give a clear judgement on him later, even though one thing was already clear:

Tristan would never be up to Christopher's standard.

Just as Tristan began to walk off, expecting Christopher to follow, Christopher lied, "Actually I have somewhere I have to be right now. I guess I'll see you later." and he hurried off down the halls.

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Ugh, glad I didn't have to hand around with that second rate Shadowhunter. 'Tristan' or whatever his name was.

Christopher shoved his hands into his pockets and continued to walk down the corridor before taking a left and going downstairs to the living area.

Why is it even called a living room? You just sit there all day and do nothing or play Call Of Duty if you're Uncle Simon. Should be called a dying room if anything.

He passed by the huge clock with Roman numerals surrounding the edged that hung outside the first floor's 'living room'. Ten already? He thought to himself. Guess time flies when you're having fun. He sneered, thinking back to his episode with Hazel. It faded quickly though, when he saw the replay of Alec's disappointed face in his head. Christopher liked Alec. He was quiet, minded his own business and was a great Shadowhunter. Definitely first rate. Not that he'd ever admit that he thought any of that.

Christopher shook his head, he'd get a headache if he dwelled upon such insignificant issues like this for too long. He was about to open the door to the living room when he heard whispers coming from inside. Christopher grinned mischievously and scrawled a Heightened Hearing rune on his left forearm.

He could hear Savannah and some boy, probably that dumbass of a boyfriend she has. What's his name again? Macho? Some shit like that. Remembering some crappy unintelligent warlock's name just wasn't worth Christopher's time.

"What did you tell your mother?" The warlock boy asked.

"I just told her we were going to talk...and stuff." Savannah's whiny obnoxious voice answered. Christopher almost laughed at her pathetic attempt at flirting but this as far too good to give away his position just yet.

"'And stuff'?" There was a chuckle and a shuffling noise, "What kind of stuff?"

"Well...no one ever uses this room...we could-"

Savannah's voice was cut off by...something. At least I don't have to hear that noise anymore.

Christopher waited a few seconds. Neither one of them were saying anything. Therefore, in the mind of Christopher Herondale, the logical thing to do would be to burst through the doors to see what was happening.

So that's exactly what he did.

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Savannah heard a knock on her door she checked the time 10 pm exactly echo was never late
she opened the door to see his face smiling at her
"hey sexy" he said
Savannah giggled "right back at ya"
"did you manage to avoid my parents on the way up mum knows you were coming but dad would freak out so much that-"
Echo Cut of Savannah, "did you just say you told your mum I was coming don't your folks usually flip when you have me over?"
"well no my dad does but-"
Echo cut off Savannah again "what did you tell you mother?" asked Echo
"I just told her we were going to talk... and stuff."
"and stuff" Echo laughed, "what kind of stuff?"
"well...... no one ever uses this room .... we could-"
Echo leaned in and kissed her he was a great kisser he leaned in closer Echo was almost on top of her
All of a sudden the door burst open Savannah looked up it was Christopher he looked disgusted
"CHRISTOPHER WHAT THE HELL!" yelled Savannah
"I couldn't hear you talking anymore so i thought-"
"so you thought you would just walk in?!"
"yeah he could have done something to you like stabbed you or something" he said gesturing towards Echo
"what the hell man I'm not a bad person just because you hate me you don't have to be-" said Echo
"I don't hate you"answered Christopher
"Christopher you clearly do why else would you walk in?! huh?!"
"I thought you were in trouble but no you were just being a slut nothing out of the ordinary"
"TAKE THAT BACK" yelled Savannah
"why everyone knows its true" he said smirking
"GET OUT CHRISTOPHER I NEVER WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU AGAIN"

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Christopher ran down the hall, away from Savannah, laughing to himself hysterically. That was hilarious! Savannah's reaction was priceless! God, how he loved it when she got angry. Her face went incredibly red - no. Inhumanly red! And her eyes went wide and crazy! It was the funniest thing he'd ever seen, she looked like a complete idiot!

Christopher wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and walked upstairs to the training room. He walked in, taking his jacket and shirt off on his way to the weapon rack that held several seraph blades and throwing knives. He palmed six small throwing knives, three in each hand, and walked to the targets on the far wall.

He pictured Savannah and Hazel's faces on the targets and began to train.

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Savnnah sighed as she had just yelled at christopher
"woh what an ass" Said echo, "anway where were we?' siad echo trying to continue where they left off
"no echo i think you should just go" said savnnah digging her fingers through her hair
"what you;re going to let that asshole get to you........come on baby" he said pulling savannah closer to him
"I SAID NO!"
"fine go hang out with christopher then you clearly want him more"
"NO i fucking don't echo serisouly just leave"
"why you will just go hang out with him"
"WHAT! WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM you know what no... no ..... im done goodbye echo you better not be here when i get back"
Savannah went to leave grabbing the doorknob to leave when she felt echo grab her from behind Savannah grabbed his wrist and swung him pinning him to the ground.
"woh babe-
"DON'T EVER! i reapat ever call me babe again it's over echo... get out of my house!.......NOW!"
Echo picks himself up off the floor and grabs his jacket and starts to leave he is halfway out the door
"you know what you two deserve each other"
"Really so cliche" Savannah says rolling her eyes
"bitch" echo mutters under his breath
Savnnah picks up the closest thing to her and pelts it at him but it's to late he had already left
HOLY SHIT
Savannah thought to herself fucking Christopher Savannah was madder than she had ever been before what gave him the right to storm into her room because of him she had just broken up with her boyfriend

Savannah stormed out of her room kicking things on the way down the hallway all she wanted to do was slap the living ba Jesus out of him. Ba Jesus was a phrase she learnt from the mundanes Jesus to them was like their version of say Raziel.
As Savannah was walking she saw her mum coming out of a room she couldn't deal with her right now

"Savannah sweetie does your father suck at just dance or what"
"I don't really give a shit mum" said Savannah not even turning around to look her mother in the eye
Savannah could picture her mothers face and she knew that she would have to talk about it later sigh but that didn't matter
Savannah pulled out her stele and activated her rune onto her arm ouch she knew that Christopher being Christopher was probably sooking about this somewhere or being extremely cocky about it so she knew he would be making soem sort of lame noise
Watch out Christopher I'm coming for you

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Despite the fact that the air conditioning was on its coldest setting, Christopher still swiped the back of his hand against his sticky forehead. The sweat clung to his fiery hair dripped onto his face but he spun gracefully and flung another dagger at a target. He could feel the calloused skin on his palms beginning to split from gripping the handles of the blades so hard but he did not stop.

Christopher jerked his head, flicking the wet hair from his face and headed towards the target. There were exactly twelve knives lodged viciously around the centre, none further away than the second-to-middle ring.

Not good enough.

Christopher wrenched the knife furthest from the centre out of the target and scowled at it in frustration before shoving it into his belt. He had collected three blades before he heard the door swing open. He spared a glance in the direction of the noise and was almost surprised to see Savannah storming towards him, vengeance burning in her eyes.

If it had been anyone else she might have looked close to scary.

Christopher turned and opened his mouth to blurt out some offensive, yet witty remark but was met with a smack and then blinding pain shooting through the left side of his face.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, reaching up to touch his face, "Holy shit! You crazy bit-"

Slam!

The door swung shut with a deafening bang and Savannah was gone.

Christopher spat in disgust and red liquid splattered into the floor. He took his hand away from his cheek and watched in detached wonderment as crimson dribbled between his fingers. He's be surprised if that wasn't a fractured cheek bone.

He was mad. So, so mad. But, in the back of his mind, he also thought, That was an impressive hit.

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Savannah after opening a few to many doors and seeing things she wish she could unsee and hearing things that she was sure the people hoped no one else would ever hear as she struggled to find Christopher the rage inside her was building up inside her.
Savannah heard grunts coming from the training which she could only assume were from Christopher on the account of how cocky they sounded
She started to plan inside her head of how she was going to do it yell at him try and talk some sense into him tell him what happened after he left but she decided against it she stormed in the room and saw his idiotic smirk
Savannah swung her fist at Christopher as hard as she could she felt the crack of his jaw under her hand
HA
Savannah swung her hair and stormed out that felt so good ... why did that feel so good. Savannah stated to head down the hall and felt her hand thumping the adrenaline of her hit had worn of and she now felt it. In her rage Savannah had forgot her form he technique and had dislocated her wrist
"FUCK"
she carried her wrist down the stairs and eventually found herself in the kitchen why was she in the kitchen she thought to herself
she stood up onto her tippy toes and grabbed a glass from the top cupboard
and poured herself a glass of water and went and sat at the table.
why did i slap Christopher
Savannah thought she knew this would make for one awkward conversation with Christopher later on. why did he always have to do things like this.She always complicated things she was such a drama queen. Savannah knew this had to stop. she hated this about herself. If she didn't stop doing things like this she was going to ruin things between her and everyone in the institute damn. Maybe not the whole institute she thought but maybe just the herondales
Savannah slammed her head against the table again ana again that it starts to give her a headache
"hi..." says a quiet voice behind her
Savannah turns around oh god a herondale
"hey..."

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Christopher hissed in pain as he drew an Iratze into his forearm. Hopefully that would heal his fractured cheek bone and stop the blood from getting all over his clothes. Shadowhunting could be a messy business sometimes. Honestly, that good for nothing Lightwood was so infuriating.

Someone had to teach her a lesson.

Christopher shoved his stele into his belt and cracked his knuckles; this was going to be fun.




He found Savannah wandering the corridors, chatting with Celine, who looked surprisingly at ease.

"Hey, you." Christopher growled.

Celine looked up, her eyes wide. He knew that his sister was well aware that he wouldn't let this thing with Savannah go until she gave in. He smirked at her and shrugged. You know I can't help it, Sis.

Savannah scowled at him. "Ugh. What do you want Christopher?"

Christopher grinned menacingly at her, "We have some unfinished business, do we not?" Celine shrunk back and started backing down the corridor.

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Christopher, I'm not going to fight with you."

"Well that just makes it easier for me, doesn't it."

By this point Celine had disappeared around the corner from whence she came, clearly not wanting anything to do with whatever feud Savannah and Christopher had gotten themselves into.

Savannah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Christopher stepped towards her until their noses were mere inches apart. He grit his teeth, "You smashed up my face. A lot of girls would be very angry if they found out that you'd damaged this."

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Look, I'm going to go." Savannah turned to leave.

"Hey! I'm not done with you!" Christopher reached out and harshly grabbed Savannah's wrist.

"Argh!" She yelped, pulling her arm away. She turned to look at Christopher. There was a scowl etched on her face but Christopher could have sworn that. for just a second, he saw her eyes glisten with tears.

"Are you hurt?" He asked suddenly, not even thinking about the words coming from his mouth.

Silence. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment.

Christopher suddenly snapped back to reality, "Serves you right for busting up my face." He turned and stalked away without another word.