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"What the freaking hell is your problem?"
"My problem? MY problem? The hell is YOUR freaking problem?"
Jason stopped, and rolled his eyes. "Robyn, we've been over this a million times."
"And we'll go over it another thousand, until you get it through your thick skull!"
"Robyn." The raven haired girl stomped off down the hallway, turning the corner towards their dorm, ignoring his calls. "Robyn, would you just stop, and listen to me?"
Robyn turned, and said sharply, "No, Mr. I'm-So-Powerful-and-Mighty, YOU listen to ME!" She pointed to herself, and almost crashed into him as she zoomed up into his face.
Two pairs of angry brown eyes glared into one another, two thoughts zapping through at alarming speeds:
You little, ungrateful, arrogant p***k! I spend hours planning how we're going to make the next move on the enemy, do your flithy laundry, train so I can keep up with you, and what do you give me in return? NOTHING. You just go off on your merry way on a solo mission! Without even telling me! What am I, chopped liver? If you're going to be doing this type of thing, why even bother partnering up with me?!
God, she's so stubborn! Can't she see I'm just doing this for the good of both of us? She's not mentally strong enough to kill someone without a good reason! Besides, she should appreciate the paycheck! Look how much she spends on clothes and guns! She should be happy I'm not putting her in danger!
"Look, would you just listen to me, for once?" Jason's fury finally leaked through his calm mask. "My God, you're so stubborn!"
Taken a back, the girl shot back with, "Excuse me? Stubborn! If anyone is stubborn here, it's you!"
"Me? How the hell am I stubborn? You're the one upset just because I went off on a mission!" The man crossed his long arms across his chest.
"I have all rights to be mad! You didn't even tell me you were leaving!"
Rolling his eyes, Jason spat, "I don't have to tell you every little detail of my life. Besides, you don't need to know my personal business." He looked away, reluctantly not looking her in the eye.
A rush of pain caused her chest cavity to constrict. "Fine! Be that way!" Robyn turned, walking towards the dorms again, and she pouted childishly.
Jason looked at her again, and groaned. They weren't going anywhere! Without calling her name, he caught up with her.
"Get away from me."
"Just tell me why the heck you're so mad."
"I'm not mad. Now go away, I don't want to see your face."
Jason rolled his eyes again. Quite frankly, she even smelt mad from where he was standing.
"It's because you wanted to go on that mission to kill Callier, huh?"
Robyn tensed. She stopped storming, and made a face. Did he really think that's the reason why she was mad? To kill some sick, perverted, fifty-five year old man who just so happened to own a multi-million dollar drug trade? Ugh, she would rather be interrogated by Goodmen, their most violent-tempered agent their sector had!
But to Jason, her tense posture meant a full-on YES.
Smirking, the boy walked up to her, and whispered hotly in her ear, "I'm right, aren't I," he chuckled, "Ro-byn."
Robyn mentally snarled. "Just get away from me, you a**. I don't need your useless and completely false comments."
"Yeah right. I'm totally right, huh?"
She glared harshly at him, her brown eyes blackening into pools of deep topaz. "Would you just shut up? I don't need your crap, anymore!" She stalked down the hall, and slammed her dorm's door with a loud clack.
Jason stood there alone, wondering what the hell he did so wrong to make her not want to look at him.
The idea stung a little bit. He had chosen her for his partner; the person he knew he could get along with in any situation. That statement was true in the field, but their personal lives were filled with arguments. This was just one of many.
And he was getting sick and tired of her spoiled attitude.
Robyn slammed the door before sliding onto the ground against her door. She had done it again. She had, once again, said things she didn't mean whatsoever to Jason.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." She slapped her forehead. She looked up, and groaned. Not only was she just cooling down from being mad, she was forced to be cooled by her immediate feelings of regret and hurt and love. She hit her head against the door, making little thud noises.
Every argument ended like this. She would snap, he would take it, and calmly shoot her words back at her. She felt like a fool, not only in the intelligence sense, but in the emotional sense.
She had loved him for years, and she still could not get him to understand, with her getting frustrated with herself, and his careless actions, not taking her into regard.
And yet, Robyn ALWAYS took Jason into regard. Always. Not once has she not asked herself, "Would Jason like this? Would he think I was dumb for doing this? Would Jason stay safe if we took this route again?" Would Jason, would Jason, would Jason. Jason Jason Jason.
But to him, she was only an occsional thought. "I guess Robyn wouldn't mind," or, "Robyn will go my way, or else." Robyn was a person he could rely on, but she was like an animal that would never break, and never change loyalites. Like a wind up toy.
She hated him, and herself for it.
But she knew she had hurt his feelings a little again. She was so afriad -scared beyond all belief- that he'll leave her soon. File for a new partner, or go solo like he has been doing for a good number of months. Robyn wouldn't doubt it. But for all thing Holy, she didn't want him to leave her behind. But she couldn't change the way she felt about him.
Standing, Robyn didn't bother taking a shower; she hadn't done anything all day except argue. It was enough to tire her out. She collapsed on her bed, and thought, A nap won't hurt. It was 3 AM in the morning.
Closing her eyes, she felt tear prickle, and fall quietly. She didn't want him to leave her.
She was spoiled, stubborn, and selfish. She knew that. But she wanted him to accept her insecurities. She wanted him to see past the bad, and to her. She wanted him to love her. But it was obvious her feelings weren't making it to Jason, who only showed her a friend. She wanted more.
She wanted him.
"Dude, what the hell happened to you?"
"Shut it, Aries."
"Whoa, whoaa!" Aries held his hands up in defense. "Let me guess, fight with Ms. Snob again?" Jason's glare burned a hold into Aries's shiny bald forehead.
"Don't you dare call Robyn a snob," he barked. If anyone had the right to call her a snob, it was him; her partner!
Aries rolled his green eyes. "Wow, you seriosuly have it bad, Jay. Everyone in this industry knows Robyn's a snobby little b***h, and you can't deny that."
"Shut up," Jason's eyes almost bit the other male's head off. "Robyn is NOT a snob!"
"My God, how the hell do you do it, man?" Aries rubbed the back of his neck. "Three years... with Robyn the b***h."
Jason gave up. "Shut it, Aries. She's not a snob. She's just doesn't approve when thing on't go her way."
"...b***h in other words."
"Ugh," Jason grabbed a coffee from the lunch lineup, and sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria. He added several packets of sugar and cream; he needed the rush.
Aries sat next to him, and scoffed. "Why the hell don't you just ask for another partner?"
He ignored him. He mentally shook his head.
The problem was that he didn't WANT anyone else. Didn't need anyone. As a matter of fact, he was better off going solo. But there was a part of him that just couldn't let Robyn the Fussy-Spoiled-Somewhat Rotten-Hard-Working-Super girl go. He was too attached.
He was the prodigy of the secotr. Everyone's savior. But everyone viewed Robyn as the weakest link, and often thought the pair of the strongest and weakest was wrong. But he didn't need any other way. he was perfectly fine with Robyn as his partner.
Sure, she was fussy, and made stupid mistakes a lot, but her fussiness makes her Robyn, and she always tries her best to fix the mistake. She dots on him, and take forever to move, but in the heat of gun fire, they moved as one: he went left, she went left. He went straight, she would watch his back. He shot, she fired. Perfect.
Seeing the look of relief and sweat and dirt on her face in the end made every mission worth it.
And when he came back from solo missions, and though they usually weren't directed towards him, he loved coming home to her smile, her laugh. They made this place worth it. She was worth it.
But he hated arguing with her. She made no sense in her arguments! So what if he didn't tell her. He was alive, and well. What else could she want from him?
Jason had money stocked up in the bank for her . He was waiting at the right moment to ask her out on a date -this happened often during partnerships- but the fighting was beginning to get worse. Robyn was looking more and more miserable with every word yelled, and look thrown.
Then again, he must have been too.
 Ukeire · Mon Mar 16, 2009 @ 08:17am · 0 Comments |
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