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I want to feel your body rock

It would be wrong to say that Jason hated to library, but he certainly didn't like It. His dylexia humiliated him to the extent that he disliked being around looks of any kind. The only reason he was here today was because he was searching for some more sheet-music, and the library was one of the best places. When he was done, he shoved a stack of paper Into his rucksack and stepped out Into the winter air, Jason's hazel eyes scanning before him. His light brown hair fluttered in the wind because he hadn't used enough gel, the eighteen year old not finding the patience this morning. His life was made completely of gym amd music now, to the point where he was too lazy to grab a shower. Unless you can bathing yourself in deoderant and showing you head in the link washing, then Jason hadn't washed in two days.

The girl in front of him dropped her cigarette, hearing her mutter. The corner of his mouth curled up a little, pushing his hair back again before walking forwards. "Clutz." he shot at her as he passed, his Supra sneakers purposely stepping on her fallen ciggerette. "You really should be more careful."

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It took a Jason a moment to realise what had happened, looking down at his sneakers to find a digusting patch of spit marking the expensive fabric. He stopped where he was, his left fist curled around the strap of his backpack as he tried to tame his quick temper. A line pressed between his eyebrows as he frowned, watching the girl as she passed him. "Hey! Do you know how long it took me to work for these!?" He exclaimed, moving forward the grab the girl's arm so she couldn't pass him. He was a nice guy, who had just made a witty remark to the wrong person. Jase tried to calm down, and did, he did; the muscles In his jaw going slack. "Give me seventy bucks." He demanded cooly, holding out his other hand.

He ignored the asshole comment, seeing as she was the one being the asshole. He just looked down at his sneakers again, cussing once more.

ooc; lol Zan

I want to feel your body rock

Both of Jason's eyebrows furrowed when she persisted with pissing him off, although he tried not to let it show too much. He just snorted without humor, not finding her pointless and pathetic remarks funny in the slightest. Jase gave her a look to see If she was on crack or not, not sure where she'd been for the last few years. "Yes; I worked for them. I can't just make money appear out of nowhere." He shot at her, eyeing what was in her purse. What he would give to grab that. "Unlike some people, apparently." His fist curled around the note handed to him,not feeling guilty in the slightest. He had spent ages working for them, and now he wanted her to get him a new pair. "I'm not the only with greasy hair, either."

About to let her go, Jason rethought and jogged down the steps to catch up with her, not satisfied with just the money. "Hey, I still haven't heard an apoligy." He demanded, stopping in front of her.

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An apology was better than none, he guessed, evem If she had continued to be annoying with her choice of words. "Better than nothing, I suppose." He shrugged, forgiving the girl in a way. The problem with Jason was that he trusted and forgived people much to easiy, and therefore believed he was able to rely on this girl. "Yeah, that would be great... thanks." He nodded after a moment, not sure when he would be able to get out of camp next. Jason, after a moment, held out the note for her to take again, smiling a little. The smile held no warmth, but It was better than nothing.

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Hesitant at first, Jason wasn’t sure whether he should just keep the money and leave or argue further with her. His step-father, Brady, was a wealthy man, but having four teenagers, a dog and Jason’s mother in the house along with him meant it was probably difficult to stay on top. It had always done alright though, growing up, and upon moving to New York, Jase had got into the state of mind that if he wanted something he had to rely on himself working for it rather than ringing home and telling them that he needed a little financial help. Jason would just work a few hours in a cafe or, more-successfully, play his guitar out on one of the streets, people dropping dollars into his guitar case as they admired and passed. It was easy for the son of Apollo.

Pocketing the cash, Jase watched the girl walk away, about to duck his head and leave too before he watched her twirl around to walk backwards. He frowned, shrugging before walking to catch up with her. “I don’t think I’m the loser in the equation.” He smirked, walking besides her. After a moment of silence, his looked over at her, his eyebrows raising. “I’m Jason, by the way.” He introduced, not sure what else to say. So, he just flashed her a brilliant grin.

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There wasn’t really much Jase could say, allowing himself to continue to grin as the girl persisted with making sarcastic remarks upon telling him her name. One minute this girl was spitting at him and he was forcing money off her, and the next he was wanting to give it her back and she was taking him shopping. He just went along with it, knowing that he would rather spend the day with a pretty girl that was probably going to be mean to him rather than his siblings, who were just going to try and get him in trouble or drunk, although they were technically the same things. Jason pushed his hands into the pockets of his red skinny jeans, feeling his phone of the note of money. Other than that, his pockets were empty and warm. “Supra’s, I guess.” He told her, licking his lips. He didn’t really wear any other types of sneakers. He couldn’t ever afford an excessive amount of shoes in the first place.

“You know,” He started, looking over at her as she smoked. “Smoking isn’t...good for you.” He was going to say it wasn’t attractive, but Jase found this girl attractive so he would completely contradict himself. “You’re gonna get yellow teeth and bad hair and...yeah.” Lecture over.

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"Damn. You get them whitened every month. I'd love to be able to do that." He laughed, trying to seem nonchalant. He just wanted to make a passing comment, but you could tell that Jason really would like to have a lifestyle like that. Wouldn't anyone? When he had been staying at college, he had had to share a lot orf things with his roommates, which were guys his age so everything was pretty easy, and back in California he had had to share with his three siblings. If he got a new skateboard or something, you could bet that Harry would've taken it for a spin before even Jason could. "You should still quit. It's...unpleasant." He let it drop, looking down at his sneakers instead. "Haha, not much. Vans sometimes, but normally Supra's."

Jason stopped with the girl when she dug around her handbag, allowing her to pull his arm towards the Mercedes. "Nice car." He admired, Jase raising his eyebrows before getting into the passengers side. The first thing he did was pull down the little sun-shielder thingy, trying to fix his hair in the mirror. Her 'bad hair' comment hadn't really made self-conscious, but he needed to fix it nonetheless. he just smoothed it down, giving up. "How come you're so loaded anyways?" He asked, his brown eyes moving over to watch her. Well, check her out, but 'watch her' sounded less perverted.

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Jase listened to what Charlie had to say, not really processing the information that much, or how she spoke. If he had really been listening he would've been able to notice how she disliked talking about her family just by picking out her tone of voice. He also might've been able to remember who Odd Future were instead of his mind being blank. Of course, he was only thinking about how he was going to embaress himself but flirting in a minute, like he did with every girl he'd ever met.

"No, I haven't." He told her, finally looking away from her to the window outside. After another minute he looked back, his eyes fixed on the side of her face. "So, uh, what else do you want to do in New York? We've got time for anything." and she could interpet that In anyway she liked.

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For someone that had immediately been surprised when Jason revealed that he had had to work for his Supra’s, he was taken back to be told that the girl actually worked also. With money like that, he wondered why anyone would work. Dignity, he guessed. He’d never really been in a good enough position to think of stuff like that, so he didn’t know. “Work? What do you do?” he asked, curious a little. “Deal drugs?” He guessed, looking over at Charlie with a mischievous look on his beautiful, stunning, perfect face that seemed to make his hazel eyes glisten and put emphasis on how amazing and delicious his hair was.

Not really thinking she had understood that he was trying to flirt with her, jase grinned even wider when Charlie had a new idea, feeling more hungry. Ten minutes ago they had been close to ripping each-other’s head-off and spitting at each-other and now they were flirting. Whoa. “Food sounds good.” He agreed, nodding and licking his lips. He drummed his singers on his leg, continuing to look at her instead of at the road. “Secret, got it. I’m good at keeping things to myself, babe.”

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Charlie took one hand off the steering wheel and let it hover over the stereo for a bit until she decided she didn't want to listen to music. All she had in this car were Odd Future CD's that she was testing out for her father. They weren't particularly good... or appropriate, either. She had suggested rapping more about weed and less about killing people. Rap audiences liked drugs versus capital crimes punishable by death. Glancing to Jason she replied quietly, "I'm a model." Not pas tense, but present tense. Present tense as in she was still a model. "I model everywhere. You've probably seen a few billboards around New York," her voice was quiet again. It was almost as if Charlie didn't like admitting such things. She couldn't help being so embarrassed of what she was. Most people put an immediate label on her for being what she was. They'd see her as a beautiful, modeling goddess or something and they'd immediately start treating her totally different. Charlie hated it.
"We'll get food after we shop. You'll need the energy for our little secret." Charlie gave her best grin again. Charlie rolled the wheel again when the exit sign came up. "Am I in the wrong lane?" She murmured checking the road signs almost hurriedly. Charlie cursed quietly. She was in the wrong lane. "Hang on to your panties," Charlie shot a wicked grin at Jason and jerked the wheel to her right, hard. The car suddenly went off-roading for a moment, flying over the median and down onto the main exit ramp. Charlie glasses slid down her nose as she gritted her teeth through the landing. Once the car was down on both wheels, she silently hoped no cops had seen that. Her father may have been a lawyer and she may have been able to manipulate the Mist, but even she probably wouln't be able to get out of that one. "Yeah... I think we're good now." She pressed lightly on the brakes as the Benz rolled up to a red light, perfectly unharmed. "If I do say so myself, I'm a really good driver." Charlie slid her ray-bans back up to her eyes and chuckled.

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Jason's eyes lit up a little when Charlie revealed that she was actually a model, as would any guy's In this position. He let out a long whistle to clear the air, finally feeling as If his gaze was too much and looking away. "A model, huh? That's...hot...?" He didn't know whether to compliment her or not, settling with the statement he had clumsily made. It was sort of a compliment, yet not a good one. "I probably have. Hey, out of curiosity, have you ever done any photoshoots for underwear and where could I find the pictures?" He joked, trying to keep his expression serious yet he wanted to grin.

Jason grabbed the side of his seat when Charlie went crazy with the driving, his heart thudding out of adreniline and fear although he wanted to grin and laugh. He honestly though they were going to end up doing a somersault In the car or something, very glad that they were to actually live long enough to twll the tail. When they stopped finally at the lights, Jase left his fists uncurl round the leather, letting out an exaggerettedly relieved breath of air. "Damn, you're a lunatic." He laughed, his eyebrows raising. "I'm driving back, I think."

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Charlie smiled slowly at his question. She was definitely amused with Jase's reaction. It wasn't different than most of the guys she talked to when she told them she was a model, but she couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I did do a photoshoot for Marc Jacobs and his underwear line. He never actually went through with the line, though," she shot a grin at him. "Too bad for you because you won't get to see the pictures." When the light turned green, Charlie stepped on the gas and pushed the Benz forward, plunging into New York's traffic. It wasn't an immediate change in traffic but she knew they weren't about to be going from Long Island to Manhattan in a car. They'd be getting out and walking for the rest of the way after she found a suitable parking garage.
"Yeah, you should probably drive back anyways. I'm not good at driving in the dark." She admitted with a straight face. It was a bit of a joke towards herself regarding the way she drove in normal light. Within a few minutes, traffic began getting heavier and heavier and Charlie began getting more and more annoyed with it. Finally, she just gave up all together and pulled into a random shop's alley. She turned the car off and glanced at Jason. "Give me a minute." And within a minute, Charlie had hopped out of the car and jogged into the store and bribed the owner and gotten back to the car. She tapped on the glass and pulled open Jase's door. "Come on, loser, we're getting a taxi." She left the door open and walked to street curb where she put her toes on the edge and heralded a taxi for the two. It was easy, really. Some people thought getting a taxi in New York was difficult. It wasn't. You just had to carry yourself with a certain arrogance almost.

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Anyone would think that with two old brothers and a younger siter growing up, that Jason would be an expert in the art of patience. They were most certainly wrong. He wasn't easily aggravated, to be fair, but this heavy abd excessive anount of traffic was started to frustrate him a little as they couldn't move. He didn't have a chance to ask Charlie where she was going, figuring out soon enough when she returned over at his side. He got out, slamming the door behinddhim before following after the cigarette smoking model.

Getting into the taxi that Charlie had managed to call, Jase positioned himself comfortably at the back of the ugly yellow cab, his arm draped over the back of the seat. He said any clothes shop they would surely sell Supra, wishing to be dropped off before they could either look around longer or grab some food. "So, let me get this straight," Jase laughed as the guy pulled out slowly, facing Charlie, "you're a millionaire, a model, you have nice cars, you smoke. Man...that's just...man...are you a good cook? That would be the icy on the cake." Because everyone loves sexist jokes.

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Charlie had positioned herself in the back of the taxi next to Jason. Finding that the taxi was particularly warm, Charlie shed her acid washed jacket and wore it around her waist. She dropped her bag onto the floor of the taxi and leaned back in her seat. When Jason's hand accidentally grazed her shoulder, she flinched away slightly and repositioned herself a bit further away from him than before. Once she found herself comfortable, Charlie crossed her legs at her ankles and turned to Jason with a bit of a smile on her face. "I learned how to make foreign dishes from my nannies when I was seven or eight. I can't make anything American but I cook lots of Asian dishes." She bit her lip when she grinned.
Charlie did find it slightly funny that Jase thought she was nearly perfect. Well, what he didn't know would probably have made him cringe. Jason could have all the perfect thoughts about her that he wanted. She'd welcome those thoughts. "So what about you, Jase?" She decided that it was Jason's turn to speak. "What about your family, your life, your cars, your parents? It's your turn." Charlie gave him a white smile again. Suddenly, with an overwhelming urge, Charlie felt the need to light up. But, she fought it off with the action of reaching into her bag and holding a pen in her hand instead.

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Although Jase had initially been joking about the whole cooking thing, he found it Ironic that she could also cook. The only thing he could cook was noodles and a mean lasagna seeing as he grew up with his parents sharing out all the cooking for their four children. He scratched his eyebrow his tuis thumbnail as he thought, shrugging as he suddenley became a little different. He spoke more warily of his family, not wanting to say anyrhing that would probably trigger the two year old homesickness.

"Uh..." He started, Jason holding out his fingers to tick off everything he had talked about. "I was born and lived in California with my dad, as in my step-dad, my mom and my three step...siblings and then I went to this like...this sort of music college In New York when I was sixteen." he watched the lunatic as she pulled pen out of her bag, not rewlly understanding why so carrying on. "I don't know; it's not very interesting. I don't own any cars, my mom Isn't a billionaire, my dad's just a normal guy. It's just boring stuff, isn't it really?" He frowned, realising that It all sounded pretty dull compaired to what Charlie had told him.

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The model raised her eyebrows in an amused sort of way. It wasn't that his story or his previous life before was boring or dull, it was just normal. Charlie had always wished her life was somewhat normal, but then she remembered she'd have no money to spend how she pleased so she persisted with the fast lifestyle she had lived. "It's not boring... it's normal," Charlie said thoughtfully, rubbing her arm. "A normal lifestyle would've definitely been good for me so consider yourself a bit lucky to have that," Charlie drummed her manicured fingertips against her arms impatiently. She did find it a bit annoying how people could take their simple lives for granted. She wasn't saying that her life was hard and rough, but she was saying that she would have traded it for a normal life like Jase's.
Charlie twirled the pen and wove it in and out of her delicate, long fingers like a baton twirler. She saw Jason stare at her strangely and she frowned at him. "Would you rather I grab a smoke instead?" Her voice came out harsher than intended and she immediately wished it back. "Sorry, I'm a bit crabby without mass amounts of nicotine in my system," she said with a soft sigh.