Friendly Fire
Tagging → Graham Hudson & Sebastian Smythe
Location → Knights practice fields
Time Frame → Friday afternoon; September 19, 2013
General Notes → Sebastian pushes Graham a little too far during lax practice
General Notes II → Because Chris and I said screw the idea of sports seasons. Down with the system.
Sebastian tugged his helmet back on as the coach called for a scrimmage match, grabbing a flimsy blue jersey that probably hadn't been washed in a decade or so and tugging it over his frame. He was glad that lacrosse had started back up -- he had almost missed the ridiculously long practices and getting knocked around a bit. He had been cooped up for far too long and hadn't been able to get a lot of his frustration out and lacrosse was the perfect outlet right now. He was still pissed at Ryan and Graham, but there hadn't been much of an opportunity to do much about it as Greyson and Brittany had quickly shut him up before he could do more damage. There was definitely still unresolved anger there, however, and he had definitely started taking it out on the poor souls that got in the way during practice. He sauntered over to his place on the field, smirking as he realized that Graham was on the opposing team and already starting to formulate a brilliant plan. Playing 'How Angry Can I Make Graham?' seemed like a brilliant idea to him, figuring that if he could rile the other guy up enough and get a few good checks in during scrimmage, he'd feel a little better about himself and the whole Greyson-Finn situation. Not like he really cared that Grey was dating Finn -- he didn't really like the idea of Greyson dating anyone, really -- but the fact that Graham hated it was amusing and infuriating at the same time and Sebastian decided there was no reason for him not to have a little fun with it while he still could. He got into position as he waited for coach to start the game, smirking as Graham crouched down in front of him too. "I heard Grey and Finn had a great time the other night." He commented, smirking around his mouth guard.
Graham had a lot on his plate at the moment. And the fact that a lot of it was honestly, stupid shit, just annoyed him more than his current situation did. His girlfriend was in the hospital, and he had to act like this cool calm collected stong dude, when he wasn't. He was scared shitless that Millie was so fragile and got in a fucking car wreck, and the fact that he would be totally lost without her was brouth to light recently, and he was scared. He shouldn't have been, he wasn't the one in the hospital and going through surgeries, but no matter how much Millie didnt belueve him, he needed her. And risking that... it sucked. And then there was the fact that nothing else was going right. He had been going through artists block, not even sketching very much since the semester started, he barely talked to kelsey lately, and the icing on the cake was his brother dating his best friend. He knew he probably shouldnt have been as big of an ass about it as he was being, but he couldn't help it. It was weird, and the last he heard about it, neiither one of them were going to do anything about it, but all of a sudden they were facebook officall? It was aggravating, the way he was left out of the loop, how he was that guy that people didnt want to give information to, and it sucked that he kind of felt lied too. all of it was bulding up, and honestly he welcomed the distraction of spots. At least then he could toss around guys and get a little bit roughed up and not think about all the other shit going on. LAcorsse was the first practice of the day and he pulled on a red jersey for his scrimmage, just going through the motions for the most part. That is until Sebastian was the one blocking him. At his comment he just rolled his eyes, because he didnt want to hear that shit, and he didnt care about it. He just grunted in response, looking for another position to play, but he was stuck here. He glared through his mask, trying to just focus on the game, but that was obviously going to be hard to do.
Sebastian grinned -- this was going to be way too much fun. "What? Nothing to say? No long, superfluous paragraph about how the world is utterly against Graham Hudson and the world revolves around you? Honestly, people say I'm the one with the god complex. At least I can admit it." He hummed slightly, tipping his chin up. "You know, I bet it's going to be really awkward when you walk in on them. Because, I mean, you know it's eventually going to happen. Let's just hope it's not on your bed."
Graham could only fix his glare upon sebastian because honestly what was there to say? he totally didnt even think of that, but now it was like a real possibility in his head and ew ew ew no. That wasn't ok. "fuck off" he let out, almost lamely, out of a lack of anything else to say. His coach was blowing a whistle, preparing them for the next scrimage plays. He was supposed to check who he could and make his way toward the goal but now his mind was all muddled, he was thinking about everything else, a large chunk of that being his brother fucking someone who mught as well have been his brother and no, that wasn't ok.
Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. "That's all you've got? Shame." He smirked, taking off as the whistle blew. This was going to be way too easy -- and fun -- for him. Sure, he was pushing it farther than it should go and he really should've let it die a long time ago, but he was so bored all the time and he was forced to start making his own drama before he died out of sheer boredom and apathy towards everything. He was just having a little fun -- that's all. Sure, that little fun might get him a good punch to the jaw and a few more enemies, but nothing he couldn't handle. He walked over after they scored, whistling happily. "Something the matter, twinkle toes? You seem a bit grounded -- having a tiny epiphany? I know it's hard to wrap your mind around, but it's not like your bed is sacred or anything. I can't tell you the amount of times Grey and I winded up on your bed instead. It's just hard to tell where you are, you know?" He grinned cheekily, letting his stick rest on his shoulders.
Graham he didnt care if Sebastian thought he was lame or not, honestly he had bigger things to worry about, but the image of Sebastian and Grey in his bed... he knew Grey would never actually be that disrespectful, but fuck, the thought of it was already geting him too upset to function. He was supposed to be in the zone, not getting distracted because of his roommates conquests. He tried his best to ignore it, doing nothing more then shoving sebastian harder than ususal as he rushed past him, but he just kept trying to tell himself that he wasnt worth it, to ignore him, and that he'd eventually shut the fuck up.
Sebastian was having the time of his life. Graham was getting more and more pissed by the second and it only added to his happiness. It was all way too easy and getting a rise out of Graham was a lot more fun than he had originally thought. He wasn't sure when it was all going to end, but he kind of wanted to see Graham storm off the field like a five year old. "But I mean, enough about me and Grey. I'm sure your entire room's going to be filled with their gross emotional sex or whatever dating people call it. Wouldn't it be hilarious if they got married?" He laughed, brushing past him and setting up in front of him again. "You'd break Grey's heart if you weren't his best man, but I'm sure he's going to get quite accustomed to disappointment when it comes from you." He had missed this -- taunting and teasing and getting a rise out of people until they hated his guts. Sure, it was a lonely habit, but at least he got a total high from it all. "It's okay, though. You could always just run away with your paraplegic girlfriend and ignore the problem altogether. I'm sure you're good at that."
Graham it was bad enough that he was talking about grey, that shit was terrible when they weren't exactly on good terms, but millie? seriously, after she had been in that car accident? he had no excuse for what he did next, honestly it was all due to the blind rage his words managed to put him into, but as his lacross stick swung back, all he could feel was a satisfaction as it collideded with sebastians helmet, knocking it clear off. Graham launched forward, tackling him down to the ground, his gloved fists taking advantage and landing blows wherever he could, his smug fucking face, his fat mouth, anywhwere. It was rare for graham to lose control like this, he usually hated it and was never one for violence, but sebatian just deserved it so much, he couldnt stop himself
Sebastian barely blinked and he was on the ground, his helmet somewhere to the left of him and Graham on top of him, attacking him. His adrenaline kicked in, fighting back and throwing punches back at Graham. He was finally getting out of his frustrations from the past few weeks: the whole Grey situation, the Finn thing, Ryan, having to deal with Austin as a roommate now, and not getting any since he stepped foot on campus. And honestly? It felt fantastic. Maybe not the fact that he was getting pummeled into the ground, but the exertion and satisfaction as he landed a few punches in made up for the fact that he could already feel blood in his mouth.
Graham was actually a bit shocked that sebastian had manged to hit him back, he just figured if someone was such a weasel they would go down without a fight. he heard the whistle blowing, and he felt the hands trying to pry him off, but he couldn't stop himself. Honestly, it felt good, getting everything out, giving someone what they deserved. Sebastian was an asshole and deserved to be pummeled into the ground, but once someone got him far enough away from him, he just felt sick. This wasn't how things were supposed to be, he wasn't supposed to feel better after kicking someones ass, especially when he was getting punched back but he felt lights somehow.
Sebastian panted heavily as Graham was pulled off of him and a pair of arms were heaving him off of the ground, holding him securely in place to restrain him from going after Graham. He glared at Graham, already feeling his face start to swell up. Great, he was going to have to take care of that before his face got too unsightly. He barely listened to the coach as he ranted and screamed at the both of them, swearing and lecturing them about sportsmanship and bringing personal issues onto the field. He was too busy trying to straighten up and smirk at Graham -- he might've been in pain, but he wasn't about to go out without being a little more cocky. He really didn't know when to stop. His eyes shot up as he heard the word 'suspended', suddenly paying very close attention. His heart dropped in his throat, the thoughts of Les Mis and his dance classes shooting through his mind as they were threatened with punishment and ordered to the deans. He regained his composure quickly, not about to let Graham see any sign of remorse for his actions. He held himself taller, tipping his chin up and trying to stare stonily ahead through his rapidly-swelling eye.
Graham felt arms grabbing at his arms and he was just struggling against them, the need to pound Sebastian's face in more, he didn't want to stop, he just really wanted to mess up his face. And his hair. But he was finally tugged off, only to be met by the coach, grabbing the front of his helmet and dragging him off. He was getting yelled at, but he wasn't focusing on any of the words. He saw the smirk out of the side of his eye and it honestly took everything he had in him not to pummel this guys face again, but then he heard the word suspended, and he couldnt help but focus. "Wait, what?" He shook his head, scoffing. "You can't suspend me, not because of this asshole." The coach slammed his clipboard down, screaming about how he won't have two idiots playing on his team. He sighed softly, because being suspended off the team wasnt as bad as being suspended off school, but lacrosse was giving him a good scholarship, he couldn't lose that. "Coach, I-" he was cut off, the coach just pointing toward the locker room.
Sebastian carefully kept the cocky smirk in place, refusing to let it waver as they were dealt their punishment. He could deal with some time off of lacrosse -- he had no idea how long their coach would suspend them for, but Sebastian would say it was totally worth it watching Graham lose it. At least it wasn't off of school -- he could deal with lax, but he would get too far behind if he was suspended from school for any amount of days. Honestly, it could've been worse. Coach was like an angry chihuahua compared to his father when he was angry -- irritating and easily shaken off. He would've taken this over any day back home, but it still stung when he realized that he wouldn't be able to play for a long time. He had brought it upon himself, though, but he could still blame Graham because Sebastian refused to admit that he had committed any wrong. Not like he swung first, after all. He rolled his eyes, straightening and trying not to wince as he made his way back to the locker room, refusing to let his guard down around Graham in any manner.
Graham he wanted to make something happen, say something to make this suspension go away, but he couldn't. There was nothing to say. He went to the locker room, flinging his helmet to the side, fucking frustrated. "Thanks for being a total dick dude." he ran a hand through his hair, putting his lacrosse stick in the proper place, punching a locker as he passed.
Sebastian smirked, setting his equipment back."You're incredibly welcome." He sang, opening his locker and taking out his clothes. He figured he'd shower back at home -- he didn't need Graham jumping him in the shower or something and he really needed to take care of his face before it became too swollen and started changing colors. He ran a towel over his face, wincing a little as it came back with blood streaks.
Graham he shook his head, scoffing a bit. "You know... it's crazy. You get your ass kicked and I still end up being the one that's completely fucked." he tugged off his shirt, trying to not just punch the guy again. "I.... I'm fucked." He thought about it, how much money he was losing, how he was actually going to explain this to his mom, and fuck.
Sebastian rose an eyebrow as he shrugged his shirt off, stuffing it in his locker and grabbing the clean one, tugging it back on. "You should've realized by now that I play with fire and rarely get burned." He hummed under his breath, trying to find his shorts. "Life's got a funny way of screwing you over, hm?"
Graham couldnt help himself as he shoved Sebastian into the lockers. "Look. You're gonna get burned. I have no idea when it is, but it's going to be bad. And I'm gonna be there to watch. Because I don't think anyone else deserves to have the world bite them in the ass, as much as you do."
Sebastian winced slightly as the metal dug into his shoulders, but he managed to smirk up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Kinky, Hudson. Never pegged you as one for sadism, but you learn new things every day. And we'll see about that -- I've been dodging karma long enough that I think she's all but forgotten about me."
Graham rolled his eyes ignoring him completely, shaking his head as he grabbed an extra shirt. "You're really something else dude." he slammed his locker shut. "Your face looks like shit." he tossed over his shoulder, as he walked out of the locker room.
Sebastian straightened back up, narrowing his eyes. "I could say the same to you." He called at his retreating frame, running his fingers through his hair and wondering what he was going to do with himself.
