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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 29, 2011 14:22:54 GMT -5
If Natalya had known the truth about Joshua rather than just making assumptions, she might have realised that he didn't have it as easy as she thought. In fact, if his family were to know about half the things he had done without their knowledge, Donovan would have kicked him to the curb long ago. He'd already been disowned once for endangering Mum's career with his reckless ways and old gang ties. At school there was less pressure to be perfect because the press didn't usually get involved with the Academy--they were not allowed onto the grounds, so any mention of it would only be in passing. Whenever he was outside the Academy and interacting with his family, he was forced to be respectful or else he got threats and sneered remarks about how much of a disappointment he was to the family name. She didn't know that about him. And he knew nothing about her. Even if he did, he likely wouldn't have cared. Just because you were raised strict didn't give you a right to be a total brat to anyone who would tolerate your company (or, in Joshua's case, was forced into it).
A chilled laugh brushed past his lips as Natalya continued to provoke him. Stupid girl, he thought. "I have no qualms about hitting anyone stupid enough to brag about being better than me when, clearly, they are not." He believed in the equality of gender, sure. But it worked both ways in Joshua's opinion--if a girl wanted to work a job that was supposedly meant for a man, shouldn't she have to endure the hit if she wanted to provoke a man's fight? He wasn't just going to sit here and let her boast superiority when he was fully confident that he could whoop her ass and then some. "If you don't want fights, you shouldn't pick them. It's only common sense." It was rare that Josh instigated a fight, but he wasn't the type to just take a bunch of insults lying down. A single bottle of water to defeat him? It would take much more than that, especially since she wasn't even a water elemental. She could have a water jet dump gallons onto him and he'd be soaked, but not sufficiently weakened. But his fire? He'd like to see her sneer so easily once she'd been enveloped in thick flames.
All the same, he was trying not to get into too much of a heated argument--this was detention after all, so he simply said, "We'll soon see if you're this brave when I'm not half asleep." He laid his head back down on the desk, it was cold against his skin but did nothing to soothe the pounding of his headache. Dear god, why did it have to ache so much? He couldn't take Advil right now either. Hopefully this girl would stop her annoying chatter soon, it was only making it worse. She said something in Russian and he had no idea what it meant, so he just let it sail right over his head. He didn't have enough energy to care whether it was an insult nor who it was directed to. Talking to anyone in a language they didn't understand was pointless. Besides, she was probably addressing Yana, and the woman was also Russian.
[Bleh, short xD]
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