Troubled Teens (Closed)

(Now what?)

(Ooh, yeah!)

(okie)

Daso's eyes fluttered open, first slowly, and then he jolted awake. He felt different, somehow. For a fleeting, amusing moment he thought it was because of Jasper. He blushed at the thought, running a hand through his hair. His hand felt oddly loose, and his wrist felt oddly bare. Slowly, he pulled his arm down to eye level. "Fuck," he whispered, rubbing at his empty wrist. He checked his other wrist, but to no avail. The little rope bracelet, the one weaved with purple and gray, the one that was fraying at the end, the one his sister had reluctantly braided together with the fondest of annoyed smiles, the one that matched the bracelet he'd made her…it was gone.

"Fuck," he said again, casting about for his bracelet. He tore his blankets off, shaking them in hopes of finding it. He checked his pillow, then leaned over the side and checked the floor. It wasn't there, it wasn't anywhere, he was suddenly dizzy and angry and seeing red and he hadn't felt this angry since he'd sent his fist flying into his father's jaw –where is it –who took it –who dared take it away from him?

"The pyro bitch," he mumbled, almost incoherently, as he threw himself off of his bed. He headed towards the door. He had to find her. If she'd burned it, he'd…well, he'd definitely regret what he was about to do.

Jasper groaned loudly as someone roused him from his sleep with their loud footsteps.
"For fuck's sake." He propped himself on one elbow, squinting at the silhouette.
"Daso?"

Declan flinched awake. As usual, his dreams had been too bloody and haunting to deserve the name. He sat up just in time to see Daso leave, his fists clenched. He'd seen that tension before, and whatever had caused it, it couldn't be good. He wrestled a shirt on and half-fell from his top bunk, sprinting out the door.

"Leave me alone, Declan," he said, his voice dangerously low, not even turning as Declan approached him. He was heading towards the girl's cabin. He shoved past Jane, who watched him in surprise, and strode into the cabin.

Cat sat up when she heard someone storm in. Valentina woke up but kept still and quiet.

"Where's Pyro," he snarled to the entire cabin, not caring who was listening. "Where the fuck is she."

"She's in the counselor's cabin but you should probably calm down before hunting her down," She says sleepily.

"Leave me alone, Jasper," he said, his voice dangerously low, not even turning as Jasper approached him. He was heading towards the girl's cabin. He shoved past Jane, who watched him in surprise, and strode into the cabin.

(declan's the one who ran after him sorry i should've put them in separate paragraphs)

"About to get in trouble," he responded, already backing out and heading towards the counselor's cabin. His mind flashed back to the day he'd fought with his father. He still remembered how satisfying, how sickening, it felt to bury his fist into someone else's face. For the first time since then, he craved the sensation.

"Leave me alone, Jasper," he said, his voice dangerously low, not even turning as Jasper approached him. He was heading towards the girl's cabin. He shoved past Jane, who watched him in surprise, and strode into the cabin.

(declan's the one who ran after him sorry i should've put them in separate paragraphs)

(fixed it sorry i was reading too fast)

Declan caught up with him, panting.He tugged at his arm, trying to hold him back. "Daso, don't. Whatever she did, it's not worth it."

"Get out of my way," he said. He could hardly see Declan past the angry red haze in his vision. "You guys all want me to be sweet little pushover Daso, but she crossed a line, and I'm going to make sure she knows that."

Declan made to grab his arms, then remembered Daso's touch aversion. He stepped in front of Daso and held his arms to his sides, barring his way.
"Look, I'm not saying the bitch doesn't deserve it, but you'd be harming your own future in the process. Is it really worth it to get in one stupid punch if you're the one who gets punished? Sent to juvie? We all hate her, and we'll find a way to get rid of her, but not like this."

"My future? What future?" Daso said, his voice still low. "I haven't got one. I'm always trapped, no matter where I go, everyone walks all over me and I'm fine with it but the fucking moment someone threatens Dara or tries to take her away from me–" he stopped, roughly shoving past Declan. "Just stay out of my way."

Adrielle sat on her bunk, the pathetic bravely round her wrist. She stared at it, boredom in her gaze. What was so great about it? It was worthless and ugly, and more suited for the dumpster than her wrist. But if she wanted to piss him off, this was the way.

Declan huffed in exasperation, tugging at Daso's wrist. "How do you expect to save your sister if you're behind fucking bars?" he hissed. "Use your brain, you idiot. This won't solve shit."

(i'll b back in a couple hours)

(okie)
"Don't touch me," he said, yanking his arm away and hurrying towards the counselor's cabin. He burst inside, finding himself face to face with Adrielle. She was wearing his bracelet, her face blank like she didn't have a care in the world. "Pyro."

(Bye!)

Adrielle heard yelling and walked over to the window. She spotted an angry Daso, and another guy, the one who had freaked at the campfire, and scowled. Guess there was another person she would have to eliminate. She waved teasingly to Daso, the bracelet clearly visible.

Adrielle smirked. “Baby.”

He gazed at her for a long moment, before smiling a dangerous smile. "Did I tell you why I got thrown in here? My parents didn't give the real reason, they gave some bullshit reason about me wanting to run. Do you wanna know why I'm really here?"

“Because they saw you as you really were? Worthless, and a waste of space? Or no, was it some dumb sob story about how they mistreated you? Either case, I don’t fucking care. Why would I? You’re worthless, pathetic, and you care too much. And that gets you nowhere in life. So man up, Baby.”

"I wish," he said with a laugh. "They can fuck right off if that's what they thought. No, Pyro, they threw me out because I broke my father's jaw and gave him a concussion. No need to look so shocked. Remind me, what is it you do? Play with matches just to feel something because mommy and daddy never loved you?"

Adrielle’s jaw clenched. “I burn things for fun. I kill and steal and lie and burn for fun. I like when people hurt, when I can watch as they crumble, bit by bit. And you are one of those weak ones. Don’t think I can’t see past your little image. You’re just like everyone thinks: weak. You will never be strong, never be someone people love, never good enough. So don’t try. You think this bracelet is worth something? You think the person who gave it to you really loved you?”

"Stop trying to get in my head," he snapped, but his voice was trembling, just slightly but it was still noticeable. "You don't know anything about me. Why do you hate me so much? I was just trying to be nice to you. See, that's your problem, Pyro. You destroy everything you touch, and you say it's for fun but it's really because you can't stop –no one can ever get close to you and it makes you miserable. I have someone. You don't. I guess I've answered my own question: you hate me because unlike you, I don't destroy everyone I love."

Adrielle laughed. The sound was bitter, grating. “God, you’re pathetic. Did you really think I went through all the trouble of stealing this worthless thing for you? Just to make you miserable? No! Of course fucking not. You’re not that big of a threat. You’re so arrogant, you really think that I hate you? I don’t. I don’t have any feelings about you. I just think that you’re worthless and beneath me.” A dark smile crossed her face. “No, I’m doing this for your precious boyfriend.”