From: jake_frost	Date: January 5th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Jakob took the insult and the rebuke with a calm smile and a determined sigh. People assumed that he was a harmless fool and he wanted it that way, but the truth was far different. He studied people, like some anthropologists studied primates. This all came about because of his fucked up childhood, Poor little rich boy, he mused. Leon’s behavior was classic, at least to him; his ranting and raving hatred of gays and yet the way he checked Jake out…and he was check Jake out. It takes one to know one, crossed through the Rienzi’s mind, as he stood squarely in front of Leon.

Looking down at Leon, as he fumbled with the ipod, Jake quickly snatched it out of his hands and pulled the plugs from the boy’s ears, “I’ll hold this for a moment”, he stated in a low, calm voice, so as not to draw attention to them, “I’ll give it back when I’ve had my say.” He then slipped the ipod in his front jean’s pocket, knowing Leon would die before he went digging in his pocket out in public. Jake wasn’t afraid to do this either; he was a 2nd dan black belt in Tae Kwon Do, not that he’d use it on Leon.

After making sure the ipod was tucked away snuggly, Jakes eyes climbed back up to lock on Leon’s eyes, “That was pretty good, Leon…”, he spoke in a calm low voice, still, so no one could hear, “…I’ve been insulted and slurred all my life, by my very own brothers.” He waved his fingers, “Come on, don’t stop with fag. get it all out…faggot, queer, poof, cocksucker, fudgepacker, cumjockey, sissyboy, nancy, pansy…come on, give it all to me. Maybe if you call me those names, it will make you feel less gay, right?”

He crossed his arms and just looked at Leon for a minute, “What did you think I was going to do, dude? Take you to my room, lock the door and dance for you in a thong…to some cheesy old disco music?” The visual hit him for a minute and he almost grinned, but he contained it. “Did you think for one second that I might just want to invite you up to talk? Be friendly?” He shrugged, “Man, Leon, you’re cute, but I’m no sleaze and I’m not a rapist.”

	From: mightbeclever	Date: January 6th, 2011 04:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

Leon tensed when his ipod was taken from him, his sleepy brain not even sure what the hell was going on anymore. For most people telling them to piss off and glaring was enough to make them back off and leave him be. He wasn't looking for friends, and he certainly wasn't looking for this. So why was Jakob Frost so damn persistent?

His eyes narrowed, though, as he watched Jake tuck his ipod into his pocket. Crossing his arms over his chest, he arched a brow even, as if the whole conversation had become nothing more than a silly, boring lecture.

"Yeah? Maybe I'm not feeling creative today, mate." Leon said with a near growl. His mood, he realized, wasn't helped by the lack of sleep, but that wasn't Jake's concern. "And I didn't think you'd dance in a thong, you fucking poof. But now that you say it, it is fucking disgusting that you'd even think it up. Give me back my ipod, now, and will go about our merry fucking ways. I'm not looking to be you cocksucking mate, and I'm not gay. So go find some ass-twat to get your jollies off with, and leave me the bloody fuck alone."

He held out his hand, waiting for his ipod to be returned.

	From: jake_frost	Date: January 6th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)

After Leon’s nasty little rant at him, Jake smiled, “That was pretty good, Leon! I knew you could do better than just plain fag.” Crossing his arms and giving Leon a serious look of concern now, Jake soothed, “You can hate me if you want, Leon, but you can’t make me hate you. I’m sorry, but what I see in your eyes, is someone who is a big ball of hurt inside and who is down deep, a nice guy…”, he shrugged, “…granted, you’ve buried that guy very deep with self hatred.”

Looking around to make sure no one was close enough to hear, Jake continued, “Self-loathing will tear you up inside, Leon. I know, okay?” He watched as the wind blew strands of the senior’s dirty-blond hair over his strained and angry face; he wanted so bad to reach out and caress the boy’s cheek gently and sooth away his cares.

Finally, Jake knew he had to know when to say enough. He couldn’t hold Leon out here forever against his will; that just wasn’t right. He sadly reached into his pocket and placed the ipod into Leon’s outstretched hand. “I’m sorry I annoyed you, dude, but if you ever want to talk…confidentially…my room is in the Rienzi House, Room 303.”

	From: mightbeclever	Date: January 6th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Leon felt the anger start to boil. It wasn't that Jake was calm, or had reached out to be a friend, or even remotely made Leon uncomfortable. It was the idea that Jake knew anything about him that pissed Leon off. He already had a therapist, did he really need Jakob Frost to come along and be another one?

"What the fuck do you know about me?" He asked, snatching his ipod up with a growl. "You think you can read a few fucking book, and know all the ins and outs of a person? News flash, cunt, I don't need to talk to you, and I don't need you trying to figure me out. Don't you have little friends run around with? Play tea party with, and all that?"

He scoffed a little, turning finally to walk away. Again he stuffed his headphones into his ears, flipping his ipod around to the first loud song he could find. Maybe he'd stop by Lalaurie's dorms before going up to his own room; see if Sim had anything for sleeping.

	From: jake_frost	Date: January 6th, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Leon thought that Jake was patronizing him, but he wasn’t; Jake had been there. He saw the rage in Leon’s eyes and knew the source, “I’m so sorry, Leon…”, a tear escaped and rolled down his cheek, a tear for the tortured boy before him, not for himself, “…I don’t understand because of any books. I understand, because I’ve been there.”

Jake knew he couldn’t save this situation; he’d totally mishandled the situation and fucked it up royally. He meant to help, but Leon was livid and there was no helping that now. As the angry senior turned, Jake sighed again, “I’m sorry…”

He stood there and watched Leon’s back, hearing the loud music, even through the ear buds; he dropped his head and tried to collect his thoughts, before he went anywhere. He didn’t want to run into someone and get all choked up over nothing when they started talking to him. He sat down right where he stood…he should have never left his room.