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@ezrascott: 270. @jaxcooper
Once I was 7 years old…
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: and you're willing to go to jail for shooting aiden why
andrea: how is it his fault
ezra: because i don't fucking care i want him dead
ezra: it just is okay i don't feel like explaining everything
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: yeah...
andrea: i'm sure jax would and i'm sure evan would but that's about it
andrea: why
ezra: eh idc im doing it
ezra: because this whole thing is mostly his fault
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: a thing
andrea: she didn't uh
andrea: is that why i haven't seen you guys a lot lately is she alright i mean well obviously not but i mean is she okay now like did they hurt her or anything?
ezra: she'll get better with time i suppose
ezra: do you think anyone would care if i shot aiden
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: zee i really don't know what's going on
andrea: are things still kinda messed up with jax?
ezra: a thing happened to her
ezra: a fucking awful disgusting shitty thing that should never happen to anyone
ezra: and she's not the same as she used to be because of what happened and it's the most painful thing to have to witness
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: zee
andrea: are you alright
ezra: do you really think i'd be alright, all things considered?????
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: just okay?
andrea: how're things with jax?
andrea: i'm alright
ezra: nothing wrong with being just okay
ezra: idk
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: they hung up on me before i could ask -_-
andrea: i'll just find out when i get there
andrea: how are you though zee
ezra: that's rude
ezra: alright
ezra: im okay how're you
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: hrmmmmmm
andrea: if they want me to change the lyrics in drop-dead zone they've got another thing coming idk why they called me
ezra: ask them
text 📨 zee 🌞
andrea: did our label call you
ezra: no
IM CHANGING LANES AGAIN GOD DAMNIT
“Care to lead the way then?” There was nothing more Mr. Cooper wanted to do then talk to the person who runs this school and give them a piece of his mind as to why the two boys who attacked his daughter are allowed to still roam these halls and not in a jail cell where they belonged. The boy currently in his presence was the famous boyfriend Jaxson had blown his ear off about a while back, the Engineering major and drummer who he hasn’t met until now. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he looked different from Jaxson’s previous relationships, he’d only ever liked one of her boyfriend’s but that relationship had ended as soon as it started. He took Ezra’s hand, shaking it firmly before he pulled back, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and dropped it to the floor, smudging it with the tip of his black Armani dress shoes. “Ezra.” He replied with a nod, voice neutral and not annoyed like during his phone conversation, “I presume Jaxson wanted to be alone right now?”
Ezra blinked, because for the longest time he's envisioned Mr. Cooper to be mean and venomous and rip him to shreds, so to see him so courteous is surprising. "Uh – yeah. Yeah, sure, of course, just follow me," he rushed on to say. Ezra began walking towards the main building campus biting nervously at his lower lip. This is not how wanted meet Jax's dad: days after an awful event involving his daughter that he happened be dating but had been in a fight with and in a different country when it happened. In his defense, though, he only found out about it recently. He nodded in response to the question, making brief eye contact before moving eyes front them. "Yeah, um. We – things weren't the best between us when the... thing happened, but we're making progress. So I've been visiting a lot, checking up on her and stuff. She's probably getting annoyed by how often I go to see her but I want to make sure she's okay. Because, like, I wasn't there to protect her so now I – yeah." Fuck, Ezra was awful at this. Even though Mr. Cooper wasn't that much taller than Ezra, maybe two more inches (which made him wonder how the fuck Jaxson got to 5'3) something about him made his brain mushy.
“I told you, Meechum, to cancel everything I have today and for the rest of this week for that matter, alright? No excuses – I don’t give a fuck if Underwood is going to throw a fit, tell him if this had been his daughter –” He blew out the smoke of his cigarette, standing outside the dorm building as he had been on his way to find the Dean’s office but now he stood here, listening to his assistant’s frantic voice giving in to him canceling every meeting he had. “Good, I knew I hired you for a reason, I’m also not taking any business calls alright? You make sure of that.” With that he hung up and turned to the person near him, “Now, can you tell me where the Dean’s office is?”
“It’s in a different building.” Ezra had been making his way through the lobby of the dormitory building when he heard a voice, heading towards the exit , and (shamelessly) listening to his conversation prompted Ezra to take a peek and, yup, that was Jax’s dad. He’s only seen photos and Mr. Cooper, with his 6′4″ stance and his intimidating exterior, was recognizable from Hawaii. But even though Ezra felt like shitting himself because this was Jaxson’s father, it was perfect because he needed to talk to him about a certain thing that couldn’t be avoided, a thing that he didn’t think would happen for another five years. Now facing the man, Ezra held out his hand, greeting a bit too quietly for his liking, “Hi, Mr. Cooper.”
Footie. The field was a mess - all puddle-y and slippery. We tried for half an hour and then got sent home because it was too much.
If the weather stays like this then baseball season’s gonna’ be a fucking mess.