'It's nothing' She said, hm alright. Claire gave a bit of a shrug and looked forward mumbling to herself, if Hayden didn't want to tell her she didn't have to, that was fair she supposed. Claire thought she could probably figure out where the bandages came from anyway, after all she had worn the same kind of wrappings at points in her life as well. They both had been fighters after all.
However, Hayden did surprised Claire by answering her question after a bit of a pause, letting her know that she had acquired her wounds during training as Claire had already suspected. What Claire didn't suspect is that she would contrive some sort of joy from knowing that Hayden still trained, honestly that bit of information should mean nothing to her. But it did.
"Are you training to win, or just training to save face?" Claire asked softly.
To anyone who didn't know her they would think that she was just being an a*****e, but Claire used to always ask fighters this question, her old coach had said that champions trained to win, and that losers only trained to survive in the ring, and to save face with their friends and family by being able to claim that they didn't get knocked out. Claire had never been a loser, and neither had Hayden. But things could change.
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Shortly after her initial reserved answer, Hayden caught herself a bit off guard at the admittance of her wounds from a fight. It was the first time in years that she had brought up fighting in front of the blonde, who she obviously already knew. Quite well. But with even being initially hesitant to even mention the subject after everything that was happening and had happened, Hayden could easily say she wasn’t the least bit regretful for throwing that bit of knowledge at the other if Claire hadn't figured it out already. But the next question really bothered her.
Training to win, or save face?
s**t. Hayden had been doing a fairly, somewhat, decent job of ignoring the other, but the familiar question earned an involuntary reflex of Hayden now giving herself another whiplash. With how softly the other asked the question, Hayden had some trouble hearing the question but had no doubts about it. Opening her mouth to respond with what should’ve been the obvious, the fact that she wanted to win, always, she wasn’t too sure anymore. Yeah, winning was always at the forefront of her mind but it didn’t feel the same anymore. The excitement and previous feelings of both relief and accomplishment were about drained in her last year of school. Beyond High School, dreams of going pro was often entertained but that also mirrored her new devil-may-care attitude life. But this wasn’t anything new, nearly everything she did was a familiar routine.
This set uninspiring routine would’ve been untouched if the girl she was currently staring at hadn’t came back and messed everything up. Thinking back to the question, it held a lot more weight than what she had realized before, even her bandaged hands felt heavier and more of a burden than a proud sign of hard work. Eventually scoffing at the question before allowing her emerald eyes to fall back on the teacher, ”Are you just really bored or trying to make friends?” The girl retorted. "I just asked for your name."
"Guess I'm just bored." Claire said with a shrug, placing a hand on one cheek and leaning to the side, still looking out the window. "Making friends was never easy for me, and you obviously don't want to be mine, so I won't bother with you." Claire added.
"And yes, you just asked for my name, and I gave it to you, and return I asked you a question of my own. Is that so wrong? Or was it what I said? Did I get to you? Eh, Hayden?" She was pushing the envelope a bit here, but Hayden had upset her a bit. She'd admit she was being a bit of a brat picking a fight here. But that was the magic of being jaded as she was, she didn't give a s**t.
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Sighing some strained relief at the other's beginning short answer, that was to be the end of that steadily descending conversation while also taking the attention off of herself. Although brief and followed by an explanation, Hayden took care to hear what the blonde had to say. Whether she liked it or not. Between facing Claire and attempting to show some respect to the man in the front of the classroom, Claire was proving to be much more entertaining than the latter. Turning to face the girl, sporting something of immediate annoyance, her next action would consist of finishing the conversation. But not without some input of her own.
Opening her mouth to reply with a smart-assed comment somewhere along the lines of 'how happy she was to hear that her open dislike of the other was obvious,' because 'No' Hayden didn't want to befriend the other. That was the last thing she wanted to do, at this point. Unfortunately, the dark haired girl didn't get the chance to speak before Claire began again.
Still facing the inattentive girl, regardless of how more attentive she was to the outdoor world, Hayden's eyes narrowed. It was the usage of her name that ticked Hayden off as she felt her hands clench and jaw tighten. No longer caring who was listening or really gawking with fearsome eyes at the unveiling scene being played, Hayden really wished she could sock the other and be done with it. It also soon dawned on her how annoyed she was at how calm the blonde was while Hayden began to see red. <******** off, Claire." Hayden finally managed not wanting to back down but being too pissed to think of any meaningfully, constructive thing to add.
Maybe that hurt just a little bit more than she would ever admit. Being told to "******** off" just like that, felt like she was being dismissed. Washed over and forgotten about, and while she would admit that she had been provoking Hayden a bit, picking at her, trying to get a response from her, it still didn't change the fact that those words did carry a bit more weight than she should have allowed them too. Briefly. Hurt flashed in Claire's eyes. Her hazel iris' seemed to have a bit of an extra shine to them as she looked at Hayden more closely. Reading her anger and wondering just how pissed off Hayden truly was with her. "Is that really what you want me to do? You just want me to ******** off?" Claire asked and the question clearly wasn't rhetorical, she needed an answer now.
"Careful Hayden, you might just hurt my feelings with your answer." Claire added, and she smirked to try and hide the hurt in her eyes, pretend she was just telling some type of joke, but there was truth in her words.
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Hoping her immediate, hot-headed response to be enough because Hayden couldn't handle hearing her neglected name coming out of that cocky mouth, especially now that any suspicions she had about Claire forgetting her evaporated seeing as she hadn't introduced herself, not that she would. Or even the fact that her brain was still unpacking the fact that Claire in the same room as she after all of this time. This was an awful time to be both angry and confused seeing as she had yet to have the time to allow everything to settle. Hardly a second passed before the blonde pounced, figuratively, of course. But the impact just about left the same force as the actual thing. Hayden's sudden shortage of breathe from the impactful question triggered a soon coming reflexive attack. The idea was about the same as being in the ring: take a few jabs, throw an even harder punch right back at 'em.
"Is that really what you want me to do? You just want me to ******** off?"
With the question being impossibly direct and in dire need of a response, it didn't take much thought. 'No'"Was that not obvious?" She responded without missing a beat regardless of her contradicting anger and some borderline, inexpressible feelings towards Claire.
Ignoring whatever it was her eyes seemed to be imagining that they claimed to have briefly seen in the other's features, Claire's possible "hurt" feelings weren't registering as anything of importance in reference to her own muddled ones. Plus, the blonde's convincing outward appearance only served to keep Hayden's rage bright. "Cry me a river." The dark haired girl scoffs aloud, unable to hold eye contact with Claire.
"Heh, yea it was pretty damn obvious." Claire responded with a little shrug. She swallowed the lump in her throat that had formed when Hayden had shot off her answer without even a seconds thought. Usually one would try to argue that Hayden answered to fast, and thus that meant she was lying. But Claire wasn't going to fool herself she knew that Hayden just hated her guts.
"Cry me a river."
That was just the final nail in her pathetic little coffin, Claire turned away from Hayden, a sad expression on her face as she tried to just let that be the end of it. She could just push all thoughts of Hayden out now, this was probably the only class she would have with the girl, she could just labor through this hour long class and be done with it. But after her emotions just nagged at her for a little while. Claire knew she wouldn't be able to make it through this class without a meltdown. You see Claire may look like the tough rocker kid, but emotionally she was a glass ship, one tiny drop and she would shatter. "You know." Claire said with a loud sniff, she ran a hand under her nose, to make sure it wasn't running. "I think I'll go and do just that." She said, referring to Hayden's comment about crying her a river. Claire raised her hand for the teacher to see, and reluctantly he called on her. "May I use the restroom." Claire asked, and she could see by the expression on his face that the teacher wasn't going to let her go.
"Ms. Tearis, honestly you were already late to my class, you should have went before you came." He scolded, and he was about to turn around and go back to his lecture, but Claire's sudden outburst stopped him short. "I will piss in this chair!" That got a response, both from the teacher and from the other students in the class, who started laughing. Whether it was at her, or at how red the teacher face had gotten, Claire didn't know, nor did she care. "Alright Ms. Tearis, but you will be seeing me after class. Understood?" Claire stood up, shrugging "Whatever" she thought as she walked towards the front of the class too exit through the front door, pausing near the teacher to make a comment. "We'll see."
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Though the idea had been one that Claire's emotions seemed to be flirting with, she didn't cry when she reached the bathroom, instead she decided to poison herself with more nicotine as she pulled out her pack of cigarette's and lit up. This would only take her a moment, and once she was done. She would go back to class, and just pretend Hayden didn't exist.
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That felt good. That felt awful. It was relieving! It was painful. It was definitely painful and emotionally exhausting. Maybe, the 'crying a river' part was too much. Maybe. But if put in the same position again, Hayden doubted she would have said anything nicer. Hell, she was positive she would have taken it a step further now knowing that the effect would be a distressed Claire. No, what did any of this just solve? It was during these conflicting thoughts that Hayden stressfully ran her fingers through her dark hair while ignoring the desire to tear out her own hair.
It was the loud sniff that got Hayden's attention to which the blonde just had to make the dark haired girl feel worse. This was all her fault. Everything. And here they were both, no doubt, hating each other’s guts. Or at least Claire definitely hated her. She hadn't expected the blonde to react in this way. If anything, she expected a vocal fight. Not this emotional outburst. Was Claire always this way? Hayden always prided herself on how well she knew the blonde and found she could easily pick out her simplest of habits, but this? They truly were strangers.
Missing whatever interaction happened between the livid man and the blonde, all Hayden could do was glare at the retreating figure. Where Claire seemed to have no problem with retreating, Hayden squirmed in her seat, unable to quite conceal her rage. Glancing at the now empty desk besides her, there was a good chance Claire wasn't coming back. Well... it seemed she won this round but there didn't seem to be a point to it, this was definitely her saving face. Hayden could only pray that she'd have a chance to cool down before anymore surprise appearances. Maybe a punching bag during lunch.
Shortly after the untimely, little 'interruption,' as the teacher put it, no one was really paying too much attention to the man for the last twenty minutes of class, it even seemed Hayden was the one getting most of the unwanted attention. Groaning some, this might've been the part where the sarcastic girl would foolishly think, 'Things couldn't possibly get worse from here,' but that would only be asking for more problems.
She was too old to be running away like this. Hiding away in the bathroom so the other kids couldn't see her at her lowest.
It was a hard habit for her to break thought, she had always been a bit of a crybaby, and in the past she had always had Hayden to have her back in all that, but times have changed and she was alone now. Her tears would be her own now, so she decided that she would keep them to herself, as she finished off her cigarette and flicked the burned out bud into the trashcan before exiting.
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When she returned to class she did exactly what she had promised, she sat in her seat, and she ignored Hayden, ignored everyone in fact. The students who were reminded of her outburst by her return, the teacher who had shot her a look when she had opened the door, everything. She pushed it all out of her mind, and kept her eyes forward on the board, though she didn't really see it or the teacher who was lecturing away. She was looking right through both of them.
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Well… she could get back to that nap now. Especially since no one knew what to do with the new tension that was created. It was the door opening that, again, kept the few from enjoying the escape that sleep gifted, even if only for a few seconds of rest. Hayden might’ve found some amusement in the annoyed faces of her classmates and teacher that couldn’t find a break to rest in between the constant interruptions. With the eighteen other heads that made it a goal to note every second of this oh-so-momentous event, surely to be shared later, Hayden had learned her lesson from before and secured the loose leaf sheets of paper firmly beneath her crossed, rested arms that were previously serving as a cushion before delving in the surprise of seeing Claire walking into the room once more.
Naturally, Claire was met with probing eyes and unsure expressions of surprise as she made the strangely long trek back to the desk next to Hayden. Hayden was admittedly one of these curious onlookers although, she made the attempt to make herself seem less interested than she actually was. As the blonde returned to her seat, Hayden knew she was being ignored. Again. Well, her and the rest of the class. But this time Hayden obliged, granting the blonde and both her some time to themselves. It was the least she could do. The silence didn't seem so bad anymore. Before too long it was all over.
The moment the bell rang nearly everyone had quickened their pace and wanted nothing more than to get on with the rest of their day. Hayden had also jumped on the bandwagon and was already on her feet at the shrill of the bell signaling the end of first period. Pausing, or rather, hesitating in the first few steps, a tugging at the back of her brain had been nagging her throughout the remainder of class and presented itself stronger at the opportunity to grab Claire’s attention. Her attention at the very least but to offer an… Apology? The immediate question was, ‘for what??’ but she didn't exactly like the other's current state, it was kind of frightening, mostly upsetting. Maybe not an apology but... Awkwardly facing towards Claire while her eyes roamed for something of interest, she cleared her throat. ”I, uh…” She choked with furrowed dark brows.
Claire watched as her classmates filtered out of the room, chatting loudly, not at all hiding how relieved they were that the bell had rung and they were free from the droning lecture. Off too second period they would go, where they could only hope that their next teacher would be a bit less of an a**. Claire snorted at that smiling too herself, she doubted that would work out for them. If they had even half of her luck, they probably end up being lectured by Satan himself next period. Though given how her day was going, she'd probably be behooved to take a period with Satan at the moment, at least she knew his agenda.
Claire sunk deeper into her chair as her thoughts grew more and more depressing. She wished she could just stay home, maybe even get some dead end job somewhere so she could shut her father up and move out. She knew he was just trying to do his best by her, and sending her to this school was his way of trying. He had used a lot of resources to get her a spot, and even though she didn't ask for this opportunity, she knew it would disappoint him greatly if she threw it away. But he just didn't know what it was like for her, being here now with her Claire was pretty sure her father had known Hayden was enrolled her. Probably all apart of his plan to help Claire out.
If only who knew that he was just making things worse.
”I, uh…” Claire startled a bit as she heard a voice beside her not instantly recognizing it because she honestly thought she was alone, but as she turned, her surprise waned and was replaced quickly by this weight in her stomach that she couldn't quite place. Claire looked at Hayden, her eyes saddened because all she could think about while she looked at her former friend, was about how she wished the girl would just leave her alone. She set her sad eyes on Hayden wishing the girl away until the teacher spoke up at the front of the room.
"I'll be seeing you now Ms. Tearis." he called, and Claire found her attention slipping away from Hayden instead going towards the teacher whom she had forgotten wanted to see her. The blonde sighed and stood grabbing her bag and walking towards the front of the room so that Professor Douche could give her a proper scolding. But surprisingly he didn't scold her right away, instead he placed hand on her shoulder. A hand that instantly caused her to stiffen, a grimace crossing her face. Sensing the discomfort he caused, he quickly removed his hand. "Claire," she didn't like the way he had said her name. "I don't like when I have to scold my students so openly in front of the class." He said softly, Claire just closed her eyes and counted the ticks of the watch on her wrist. "I know things have been tough for you, and your father has warned me that you might be a handful, but I think that you could be a very good student if you tried." He said, Claire noticed that he wasn't really respecting her space, and his proximity was starting to bother her. "You're father has told me that if you were too misbehave that I should speak with him, but I don't think we need to involve him do we?" He asked, placing a hand on her elbow. Her fist tightened, and her initial knee jerk reaction was to belt him one. But imaged flashed into her head, of a young girl, on the floor writhing in pain at her snapped leg, these memories caused Claire to stay her hand. "No, sir." She managed through grit teeth. "Good, well see you tomorrow Claire." He said dropping his hand and moving to sit behind his desk as if nothing had happened, getting to some over due scheduling.
Claire seething as she was, turned on a dime and made a B-line for the door, she could taste blood in her mouth, and she really needed some fresh air.
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Opening her mouth to create the beginning of an unfinished sentence, Hayden wasn’t too surprised to see Claire look so saddened by her current presence, creating some unsettling rejection that was surely to be next. So What? Maybe, whatever friendship and opponent from before was truly lost. She could get over it. She was doing a helluva good job already. She was getting over it. She was working on it. Eventually. She'd keep telling herself in hopes of whatever remnants of a grudge that greatly still lingered would go away. Regardless, this didn't feel right. There was awkward tension but unfortunately there was also the damned old habits being triggered by the familiar. Something has to be said. Anything, to figure out the next few steps. Not necessarily an apology, that would only be saved as the last thing she would offer.
Hayden opened her mouth again, with these questions on her tongue but lacking the courage. ...if any really. ‘I’m sorry, but not really I just don’t want you to leave. Can we talk? Are we supposed to ignore each other this whole day, year? What am I supposed to do?’ Nothing came out. After Hayden had paused in front of the other, she definitely didn’t plan any further steps, evident of the sudden break in speech. Which wasn’t completely due to her lack of planning, because she really didn’t plan on her throat swelling as her palms began to dampen.
If eyes had mouths, the stories they could tell. Opening her mouth once more to delay the silence,--hey! third time is supposed to be the charm-- that chance was lost as both Claire’s and her own attention was directed towards the man in the front of the room. Turning back towards Claire, she deemed this one-sided conversation, if that, dismissed. ”Forget it.” Releasing an annoyed sigh or maybe even relief for dodging a possible bullet, she had no reason to wait around and took her leave with nothing more than a glance at her phone for her next period class. Lets get this day over with and hit the gym.
She might have just broke her hand. Well not exactly, more like she bollocked it up, because it hurt like hell.
How this happened you asked? Well. She vented her anger in the way she should of when the teacher had decided to get all touchy with her. She let her fist fly, unfortunately her fist didn't collide with something as forgiving as flesh, instead her fist collided multiple times with the wall beside the class room door and for the first few strikes she didn't feel the pain, and even when she did. It was almost euphoric. In fact the only reason she stopped, was because she noticed that she was starting to not only draw a crowd, but that she was also leaving blood on the wall.
Taking a deep breath Claire held her hands up to her face, looking over her knuckles. Both were bloodies, the skin red and torn and she could see that they would be swelling soon. She made a face, scrunching up her face as she made a sound of frustration akin to a growl before she began walking down the hallway in a random direction, pushing by anyone who was unlucky enough to stand in her path.
The location she had in mind was the infirmary but being knew she didn't exactly know where that was. But she would find it eventually, that or find the front office and go from there.
She found neither as something more tangible presented itself in the form of a familiar face. Hayden was ahead of her walking with her head down looking at her phone screen. Claire didn't really do much thinking before acting, moving up behind Hayden and clearing her throat gaining the girls attention. She wanted to speak, but words seemed difficult for her now. She bit her lip, chewing nervously at the skin there, before she decided that showing would be better than telling. She raised her bruised and wounded hands for Hayden to see, and hoped that she would understand.
The girl was a fighter herself after all.
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Between opening up the occasional text and scrolling through apps just for the sake of having both her hands and mind busied by her phone screen similarly to other students addicted and terrified of their own thoughts, Hayden was doing pretty good at ignoring the students around her for the most part. Up until her space seemed to be invaded. It was the clearing of a throat that forced her attention. At this point, it was incredibly frustrating at how Claire could easily find her. Granted, Hayden didn't get too far but call it years of pent up frustration.
Feeling a sense of deja vu from earlier and still being unsure of what emotions she wanted to act on now, the initial Hayden would have left her to fend for herself. Or pointing her to wherever she was asking to go this time. Assuming that's why she was being bothered again. But that didn't make any sense, again, given their previous interaction. Scanning Claire’s face from the golden fringe, shading guarded eyes to the nervous gnawing on her pierced lip, for a probably unnaturally awkward amount of time before blinking her eyes to whatever was supposed to be being presented her. It didn’t take Hayden anymore than a few seconds before a brief flash of revelation registered followed by an initial annoyance with a glimmering hint of humored disbelief. She had seen the girl not even five minutes ago and only a glance was necessary to notice Claire’s newest addition to her fists which caused a very green eye roll. “Damn masochist.” Pocketing her phone and taking the other’s offered hands without any permission in one move, Hayden studied the girl’s result of some, probably, impulsive, venting attack.
Well, she could still point her in the direction of the infirmary but something told her that might not go so well, even if she showed a compassion that wasn’t there before. But then she could take her there herself. Unfortunately, the infirmary gave her the creeps or any medical office, really. She already had her fair share of being stuck in a white walled room. Lastly, she also had her own first aid that would patch the cuts and bruises right up, evident of her own handiwork. That was the blonde’s actual problem and it would only take five minute tops. “Come on.” came a grumble sometime after releasing Claire's hands from her own probing ones.
Hayden kept supplies in her locker room locker along with painkillers for those extraneous workouts and for moments like these. Sort of. Arriving and doing quick work, Hayden tosses gauze and adhesive tape. "Sinks are over there." She signaled lazily in the direction.
"Takes one to know one." Claire managed to get out, she would have smirk while saying it if she wasn't feeling a little apprehensive even as she let her words fly. She didn't know if she would somehow offend Hayden and she didn't want to do that now. Still, at least she still had her sense of humor.
It would be the only thing that kept her from wincing when Hayden grabbed her hands she stayed quiet while Hayden inspected them, now feeling more than a little embarrassed that she had let her anger get the best of her at such a time. She wondered what Hayden thought of her now, in her pathetic state. Not even able to take care of her injuries on her own. Hayden didn't seem to have much to say on the matter and her silence only served to make Claire more nervous, she was going to pull her hands away and perhaps even hide them behind her back but finally Hayden spoke up, though her speech was closer to a growl. She instructed Claire too follow her, though she didn't sound too happy to be helping the girl out. Claire didn't dwell on that she was just happy that Hayden had agreed to help her.
She followed Hayden to a locker room, keeping quiet all the way doing her best to avoid pissing the girl off. Her efforts were probably in vain because the way Hayden was moving stuff around her locker didn't resemble the movements of someone who was in a particularly good mood but she kept that particular observation to herself as well, and instead moved over to the sinks that Hayden had pointed out. She needed to clean her hands anyway. She turned the tap marked C and held her hands under the cool water that flowed out, making a face but keeping quiet otherwise in light of the burning sensation that the water caused. She watched as the water in the basin turned red briefly before going a light orangish before becoming becoming clear again. She turned off the water and shook her hands to dry them a bit before looking at her knuckles, grimacing a bit at how messed up they were, but she should have expected no less after she went all "Gimme yo launch money." on the wall. Sighing Claire shook her head and reached for a brown paper towel from the dispenser, thoughtlessly she began to wipe her hands, but as soon as the rough paper brushed against her knuckles she realized her mistake. Instantly she hissed in pain and dropped the paper. "s**t!" She forced through her teeth loudly, before biting her tongue to keep from making another sound. When the moment had passed, Claire found herself gripping the edges of the sink angrily and glaring at herself in the mirror. If she were alone, she probably would have spat a few swears or insults at her own reflection, but she decided again to bite her tongue, and instead used the gauze that Hayden had tossed her to begin wrapping her hands. "Thanks for this, never thought of you to be one to carry a first aid kit with you.." Claire said trying to make light conversation.
