--*Clash of the personnalities [Jace]

[EVELYN DIOR HOLCOMB]

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Evelyn sighed as she leaned back on the bench. She was undeniably bored. Classes for the day had ended and for some unforseen reason, her equestrian club had been cancelled for the afternoon. Of course, this would’ve been the perfect excuse to go shopping. Except for one thing, her car was nowhere in sight. The new chauffeur was still getting into the role, which meant that of course he took hours to do anything correctly. In fact, this had been the third time that he had left her standing, waiting, as soon as he arrived, he was most definitely fired. If there was one thing that Evelyn couldn’t stand, it was being forced to wait for someone. The only thing that she hated more than that was of course being ignored. Since the moment that she had been born, Evelyn Holcomb had been a star, the apple of her parents’ eye and the centre of attention. She was used to the attention, in fact she loved it. And being the queen of her social circle, it was normal that everyone listened to her every word and did whatever she bid them.

Like right now, her friends were scurrying around, obtaining yoghurt and bottles of water for her consumption. What she was really craving right now was a cigarette. It would be heavenly, to be able to puff her problems away. Looking around for someone who would run the errand for her, she frowned when she saw all her friends all otherwise occupied. Evelyn sighed, really today just wasn’t her day, first she was kept waiting and now she couldn’t even get a cigarette. It seemed like everything was against her today. In fact, just this morning her mother had sadly informed her that there were more stuffy, important, boring events that she had to attend as the Holcomb heiress. Of course, she adored events that allowed her to revel in her status but these events only housed old, self-important politicians and CEOs who preferred to discuss the importance of stocks than shoes, even if they were Jimmy Choos. Just another boring event to add to her busy schedule.

It was times like this that Evelyn regretted that she was so popular, there were always too many things to fit in. This left her with hardly any time to pamper herself; of course she definitely fitted this time in by cancelling on some of the more obscure and boring events. Still sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine how different her life would have been if she wasn’t the popular, beautiful miss Evelyn Holcomb and was instead someone like Sarah Marshall, a B-Grader at best, who was only allowed to grace a handful of the exclusive party. Sarah Marshall was probably a girl who had boundless time to spend pampering herself to make herself pretty, not that the extra time did her much good, Evelyn thought meanly. Shaking her head quickly from her daydreams, she concentrated on the mission at hand. Since she couldn’t in any way get her chauffeur to hurry the hell up, she was determined to get her hands on a cigarette as soon as it was possible.

Looking around for some form of salvation, she spied a scruffy looking young man in the distance. He seemed familiar to her, probably some student that went to FDR though she couldn’t be sure what on earth he was doing in EDR. It mattered little to her however, what rules this boy wanted to break; right now he was her only form of salvation. He looked like the smoker type and with that in mind, Evelyn briskly walked towards him, already envisioning the satisfying relief that would spread throughout her body when she finally obtained the much desired cigarette. Stopping in front of him, she mustered up a fake smile and asked ”Per chance, do you have any cigarettes on you? I’m craving for one.”

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[JACE ANDREW FELTON]

Jace could not stand being around nothing but boys another minute. He had skipped his last class, which was only a study hall anyway, so it wasn't important anyway, and made his way quickly to E. Roosevelt School for Girls. He wasn't looking for anything specifically---no hook ups or even someone to flirt with, although if the opportunity presented itself, he would have a hard time resisting---he just wanted to be surrounded by girls. One of his biggest peeves about the school he attended was the fact that it was not co-ed.

A few girls were scattered outside, but most of them appeared to be freshman judging by the way they giggled and gasped and pointed at him like he was a trespasser---which he really was, but in his head he was just hanging around. It slightly bothered him, the giggling group of young girls, but realized they were probably as deprived of the opposite sex as he was all day and didn't realize that giggling would not get them anywhere.

With a small sigh, he grabbed for his iPod in his pocket and put in his ear phones. Then he sat himself down in the grass and waited for the older, slightly less annoying girls to appear. Of course, he assumed they were just going to be rich snobs, a trait he could not stand---but that really didn't matter when he was just looking. If one of them wasn't a snob, she would come up to him despite his current appearance---his blonde hair a mess and his uniform slightly disheveled looking. The snobs wouldn't do such things, associate themselves with someone that looked a mess.

As the song began to play, Jace closed his eyes as he lay on his back, his elbows now propping him up. This was the most peace he had gotten since returning to New York and he quite enjoyed it. For some reason, this school felt more comfortable to him. He assumed it was just the presence of girls, as they always had an oddly calming effect on him sometimes when they were all together in one spot. It was strange, but it was the truth.

He could overhear some more commotion and speaking even over his music and he cracked his eyes open for a quick moment to see just who was out there. He smiled crookedly to himself as one girl was giving him a stare down and then turned his head around, shutting his eyes once more to block away some of the world. He sighed contentedly and tapped his fingers on his knees as if it were his drumset back at the apartment that sadly never got touched anymore. If it weren't for neighbor's complaints, he would have skipped class to play them---drums had twice the calming effect that girls did on him. He yearned for the day he would be able to play them again, the one thing that made him feel like the world didn't suck as bad as he thought it did.

He cracked his eyes open slightly and saw that there was a shadow cast over him. He debated about whether or not to look up, but shrugged it off and pretended he didn't notice anyone was there. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a well-dressed girl who seemed like she might have the rich snob thing going for her. Still, he couldn't be sure since he didn't really see her face. Jace wasn't positive, but he thought she might have heard her ask him a question. Again, he just shrugged it off and went right on with being lost in the world where he could play his drums in peace.

notes: and cue the angry Evelyn...now. :P
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[EVELYN DIOR HOLCOMB]

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Evelyn stood there shocked for a moment as she watched the scruffy boy shrug off her words. Her! Evelyn Dior Holcomb, the heiress of the Holcomb empire was being shrugged off by this nobody. Evelyn couldn’t comprehend it, never in all her 18 years had she ever been ignored before. It simply just didn’t happen, she was Evelyn Holcomb for crisssakes she was practically New York royalty and everywhere she went, people knew her name, her status and because of that they complied with her wishes and did whatever the hell she wanted. They listened, acknowledged and fulfilled the request. That was the way things were supposed to work. Given Evelyn wasn’t exactly born as a princess, but she pretty much lived the life of one and so she expected for the courtesies that had been bestowed on her since she had been young. And the main one of course was that she had to be the centre of attention, in fact, she demanded that she was. It was expected that being who she was, everyone would listen to her and do whatever she said. Never in all her years had she ever been ignored, it had never happened before.

Of course, in the far, far recesses of her mind, Evelyn knew that not everyone would always end up doing what was right. That was the way of life, there were always certain obstacles that one had to overcome. Still she had assumed that when the day finally arrived if it ever did arrive, it would’ve been the result of some arrogant man who was oozing with power, riches and status. Not some irresponsible, scruffy boy who had just stumbled into the neighbouring girls’ school and who seemed to be apart of the outcasts. No, Evelyn had certainly expected more. I mean if she was going to be insulted by someone having the rudeness to ignore her, she would’ve expected it to at least come from someone who had some semblance of standing to be allowed the mistake of ignoring her. But no, it had to be this insignificant boy. Evelyn had never felt more insulted in her whole life, and she cursed life for presenting her with this problem.

Determined not to let this insignificant nobody put her off anymore, she tried once again to unsuccessfully gain his attention. ”Hello? I asked if you had any cigarettes?” It seemed the boy was in his own little world, lost in the sights of the landscape and the sounds of his iPod. Well Evelyn didn’t care. She didn’t care about this stupid boy or the stupid iPod, all she cared about was that this meagre, insignificant boy had dared to defy and ignore her. And in Evelyn’s mind, no-one was allowed such privileges.

Her day had been horrible enough; she didn’t need attitude from this boy on top of it. No, she wanted things to go right for once today. And that was why she was going to get this boy’s attention even if it killed her. Evelyn loved challenges, but most of all she loved putting people in their place. She would gain this boy’s attention and then discard him as the insignificant thing that he was. Pleased with her plan, she turned once again to the boy intent on making him acknowledge her presence.

Leaning forward, Evelyn quickly yanked his earphones out of his ears. Glaring at him she said loudly, ”Can’t you pay attention when someone asks you something?” Right at this very second she hated this boy. How dare he, this insignificant boy ignore her? ”I asked if you had any cigarettes. The courteous thing to do would be to answer me.” She said in a pointed voice. Her eyes narrowed further, before she said angrily, ”Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

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[JACE ANDREW FELTON]

The voice was getting louder above him, but all Jace did initially was turn up his music. He could sense the rudeness from where he was sate without even needing to look up or hear each word she was clearly snapping at him perfectly. He felt that ignoring her for a bit longer would do her a world of good.

He scratched the top of his nose casually, as if nothing was different, as if she wasn't there at all, and let out a small sigh. He had dealt with something similar before---no one likes to be ignored after all---and while he realized it wasn't the most mature way to handle things, he liked to play around with people. Quickly, however, Jace grew weary of hearing her muffled complaints and turned down the music enough to hear her. Still, he did not so much as glance her way. She was going on about cigarettes and Jace wanted to roll his eyes. He hadn't ever smoked cigarettes because his father had showed him a picture of a lung with cancer when he was young and had scarred him from it for life. If only he had shown him a picture of a liver with cancer; he might have not been so into drinking either.

Deciding enough was enough, Jace finally stopped the iPod and looked up at the girl. She was no doubt gorgeous and also most definitely a "princess" of sorts. Jace had met hundreds of girls like her---and slept with a few---and did not have a particular liking for them. Messing with them on the other hand...why, it was a sport of his.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" the girl had snapped at him. In response, he grinned crookedly, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?"

He was wondering if she was going to blow steam out of her ears or turn bright red like they did in cartoons. Surely, his attitude about the whole thing would only push her to become angrier. He half hoped it would, as unrealistic as it would be.

He got himself up from his place on the ground and nonchalantly dusted off every bit of his body, trying to buy himself some more time to make her more impatient. He even took his iPod and took his sweet time winding up the headphones around it and then carefully placed it in his pocket. Then he looked up at the girl, smiled brightly, as if he were being friendly, and stuck out his name. "Jace Felton, by the way? And who might you be?"

Jace licked his lips and waited for her to just smack him. Generally, one who wanted a cigarette would get rather cranky he found, and he was sure this girl was cranky half the time to begin with. Quite frankly, he believed this girl deserved to be "tortured" by him, at least for the time being. He was running out of people to have a mutual hate relationship with and he thought she might be fun to hate for quite a while.

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