` got the string around my finger, robbeauuu

[ROBERT MCLEOD]

since forever, robbie had been on a cloud of happiness. the majority of his wounds had healed and as promised, he had gotten his dad involved. mr. mcleod, ever the busy man, made time in his schedule to see his son - in person - and examine the damage done by beau stratus. needless to say, he was not a happy man. no one touched his children violently and got away with it, not even minors. he had set robbie up with the best lawyers he could and promised that his attacker wouldn't get away with it. he then gave robbie a few thousand dollars and jetted off back to los angeles to be with the baby before he started filming the "next great movie". aside from that, he finally had amelia in his grasp. they had gone on their date and everything had been peachy. they had even gone to prom together, and although he had lost track of his main girl while he went out for a smoke, he was happy that things were finally working out in his favour here in canterbury. finally the world would see that he was not a threat to be messed with, and finally the world would see that he could charm the pants off any girl, even the most innocent and pure ones.

after waking and baking, robbie made his way down to the common room for some one on one COD time. he wanted to shoot the shit out of bad guys while people were outside enjoying the weather or locked up in their rooms studying for exams. he laughed at those people; who actually studied for exams? certainly not him. as he expected the room was brightly lit from the sun, but completely empty. perfect. the only way this day would get any better is if beau walked in right now so robbie could pull the court order out of his pocket and see the look of fear pass across his face. he snickered to himself, anticipating that moment. beau wouldn't even know what hit him and it would be priceless. hopping onto one of the sofas, robbie kicked off his nikes and turned on the tv and playstation. what a good way to spend the day.

[BEAU STRATUS]

since now that prom and all of the end-of-the-year festivities were over with, it was time for beau to stop fucking around and study for his finals. he had completed all of the review guides and went over all of his study sheets for all of his classes except one: algebra. arithmetic wasn't his strongest subject and his grade was skating on thin ice. if he didn't get a decent grade on this final, he'd have to be making it up next year. unfortunately, beau's algebra study buddy was no longer around. his ex-girlfriend was his go-to person for extra help in math, and now that the two were broken up, his c+ had quickly descended to a d-. it was hard to focus on trying to find x and y when he could barely keep his mind off of amelia, or the rumors swirling around that robbie mcleod was seeking some form of 'revenge'. beau had heard talk, but as stated, it was just talk. it had been a month since spring break occurred and nothing had happened, so he figured things were starting to slow down. it seemed like what beau did to robbie was finally starting to ease out of peoples minds and beau couldn't have been happier.

after staring at his algebra textbook for what seemed like hours, beau decided he'd had enough of studying for math. he slammed the heavyweight book shut and skeeted off out of his dorm room in search of something better to do. he couldn't call elliot because he was too busy studying, nate was off somewhere with skye, max had locked himself in the music room, and conor was doing…whatever the fuck conor did in his spare time. with a sigh, beau steered himself in the direction of the rec room. maybe there was somebody he knew in there who would be down to play nhl live or something. upon entering the rec room, he frowned when he saw it was empty with the exception of one person sitting on the couch. beau couldn't tell who it was - all he could see was the back of the persons head. as he neared the person, he spoke, “mind if join in?” once he got to the couch and saw who it was, beau froze. robbie mcleod. the last time he had seen this kid, mcleod was sleeping on the floor of the club calypso. beau tried to refrain himself from laughing, but he only snorted instead. “oh fuck, nevermind.”

[ROBERT MCLEOD]

robbie couldn't wait for school to be over; he needed to get out of this small town and go to some major hollywood parties. he needed to skate up and down sunset and smoke a joint poolside in his backyard. he needed to be rid of the stuffy polyester uniform and into his own clothes. for that matter, he needed to buy some new clothes and some new shoes. he was like girl: never enough shoes. robbie leaned forward when he was finally ready to play. time to get intense! it wasn't long before he immersed in the game and robbie heard the door open. he couldn't look until he he stopped being under fire, but quickly nodded and said, "sure. just let me finish." finally the gunfire ended and he was able to see who had so rudely interrupted his alone time. when robbie's eyes quickly deciphered who was standing near him, he was very very unhappy with who was there.

of fucking course the first person to join him was beau fucking stratus. initially robbie's stomach dropped, but then a grin spread across his face. this was perfect. he could practice his acting skills which was kind of studying right? right. mia would be oh so proud. he sat up a bit straighter and looked at beau. the sight of him made his blood boil and he considered jumping him while his guard was down, but robbie was better than that. he chose not to. instead he paused his game. "fuck you too, but if you want to play, play. you may have anger problems but i'm not a fuckin' pussy," he shrugged, challenging beau. if the guy walked out of the room he was the pussy. robbie would have bragging rights for basically ever, on top of serving beau his papers. it would be a considerably great moment, one robbie could only hope would make the cut so he could watch it over and over again. robbie smirked, waiting. "if you do stay don't expect me to give you anything either, because i've already toked up and people who kick the shit out of me for no reason don't have the pleasure of my premo bud. sorry, bro." the envelope in his pocket was practically burning a hole through his shorts. he wanted to just give them to beau and walk away, but he knew better than that.

[BEAU STRATUS]

beau tilted his head to the side to size robbie up and down. he hadn't seen the kid since spring break, and he could see that the bruises and the cuts were all nearly healed. he grimaced at the sight of a grin forming on robbie's face - what was he so damn happy about? he half expected mcleod to jump him right then and there, but he seemed to restrain himself. if the shoe was on the other foot, beau definitely would've had the kid on the ground by now. he cleared his throat, letting his eyebrows furrow when robbie mentioned anger problems. beau had a bad temper - ever since he was a child, he'd be throwing things or throwing tantrums and he was a bit of a scrapper when he was a kid. but anger problems? that didn't seem very justified. the only problem he had was robbie mcleod. beau legitimately hated the boy for partially ruining anything that was great in his life; he stole his girlfriend away.

adjusting the forest green beanie on his head, beau took a seat on a lounge chair adjacent to the couch robbie was sitting on. he leaned back against the cushion, folding his arms across his chest and staring at mcleod. “i don't want your weed.” beau remarked casually, glancing towards the paused video game on the television. he sucked in his upper lip and remained quiet. he wondered if robbie had heard anything about his sister olivia. he was sure robbie had discovered by now that beau took her to the prom, but did he know beau went to third and a half base with her? he didn't think many people knew the last part - beau had only exclusively told a few of his friends, but he wasn't sure about olivia. beau turned his head back to robbie and smirked, “hey, where's your sister at?” he asked, but cleared his throat again to clarify. “olivia, i mean.” because only god knew how many sisters fucking mcleod had. if he could, beau would fuck each and everyone of them (biological or not) just to piss robbie off. beau stratus didn't want robbie to think he could steal his girlfriend and get away with it unharmed, and he thought he got his point straight across in the bahamas, but apparently robbie needed a little bit more reminding.

[ROBERT MCLEOD]

maybe robbie would have understood why beau was such an angry person had he been at ellison for more than just this year. maybe he would have backed off mia and never even dealt with beau and his aggressiveness in the first place. maybe he would have admired beau even more for being a fighter and a hockey player. maybe he would have actually realized that beau was both physically and mentally capable to beat the crap out of an innocent bystander. that's all that robbie had been that night in the bahamas - an innocent bystander. he still didn't know what he had done to get on beau's bad side, and frankly at this point he didn't care. the sooner he got rid of beau, the better. robbie neither needed, nor wanted, to deal with a psychopath who somehow won over all the ladies just like his dumbass senior friend nathaniel hart or whatever it was. robbie would be happier next year without a person like beau messing with his territory. that was why he wasn't afraid of beau anymore and he couldn't wait to hand those papers to him.

robbie watched beau as he got comfortable on the couch across from him. he was surprised beau had chosen to actually stay in the room. he had placed all bets that beau would leave. "good, 'cause you're not gettin' any." it's funny, because beau wasn't getting any weed or any vag. robbie had both of those things available at the snap of a finger. robbie smirked, fiddling with the control, absentmindedly scrolling through the pause menu. the silence was dreadful, thankfully - or rather unfortunately - beau broke it. why was he asking about olivia? robbie knew, and hated the fact, that they had gone to prom together. he figured it was just beau's way at getting back at robbie, but he wasn't having it. he blocked out all images of them from his mind until now. his cheeks flushed with anger before he realized that he couldn't afford to lose his cool. not now; not when he was so close. he cleared his throat and looked at beau directly. "why don't you stay the fuck away from her. she's out of your league, so it shouldn't be too hard. besides," he paused briefly, "she only went to prom with you out of pity. she would never date a boy like you. olivia likes men." he had no idea if that was true, but it was his story and he was sticking with it. "where's mia? oh wait..." robbie gave a small laugh and smirked again. beau wasn't so tough now, was he?

[BEAU STRATUS]

was robbie that stupid as to think that through everything the two had been through, he'd still come crawling back for weed? beau wasn't that reliant upon the substance, it was just nice to have every once in a while. he tried to stop for a while because amelia didn't like it, but when you're stressed out and have a lot on your mind, it's relaxing to be able to smoke all of your problems away (temporarily, at least). trying to make himself more comfortable in the chair, beau watched as robbie fiddled around with the game controller and the pause menu. it was hard to believe that not too long ago, he had thought mcleod was one of the realest guys at ellison. he thought robbie had it all together and was a really fucking class act of a guy. was that how amelia thought of him now? she had said in the past that she thought robbie was a cocky asshole, but mcleod reminded beau of himself a little bit - except he thought he was more toned down than robbie.

beau couldn't help but smirk at robbie getting into defense mode over olivia. people hated beau's smirk, and with good reason. it was just enough to send people into a rage. it was a quirk he developed from playing hockey, and he used it as a tactic to piss off the other players. it was cocky and arrogant and it made you want to tell beau to eat shit. it was kind of cute to see robbie finally able to fight back against beau, though. it was a little refreshing. “that's weird.” beau said, mocking confusion. “olivia didn't seem to complain when i showed her much of a man i was.” the two didn't go all the way, but the less he knew about that, the better. “you should've heard her moaning, man.” he shook his head and tried to suppress a laugh. it was odd talking about olivia like that because she was a good friend, but nonetheless, desperate times called for desperate measures. as beau was going to carry on, he stopped at the mention of mia. he froze in his chair, his face turned to stone. his jaw clenched and unclenched, but he tried to remain cool and composed. licking his lips, beau turned to the television. he wasn't even going to get into another scuffle about amelia right now.

[ROBERT MCLEOD]

to put it simply robbie was disgusted. not only with beau making up lies, but with olivia too because what if they weren't lies? sure beau hadn't done anything to make him believe that he wasn't a liar, but at the same time he had a feeling that his sister, with coaxing, would fall for beau's heinous lies and trickery. the dope only made beau seem like a wizard in his eyes. probably the only wizard for that matter. he probably cast a spell on liv to make her want to suck his uncircumcised dick. robbie couldn't help but giggle at the thought of beau in a wizards robe and hat with an uncircumcised penis that he could only get up with the help of a little blue pill. he stopped when he realized he wasn't alone and it probably made him look like a freak, not that he cared anymore what beau thought of him. beau was a dick and had zero taste. that wasn't robbie's fault.

when he finally remembered what they were talking about - fuck you marijuana - robbie narrowed his eyes at beau. "people can fake. you of all people should know that nig. mia told me she had to fake it all the time with you," of course she did. she didn't have sex with beau. why would she? amelia lindberg had class and frankly beau stratus didn't. nonetheless, he was using mia as bait. he knew that was what got beau the most riled up. he laughed again as he saw beau's jaw clench and his fists curl. if beau even laid a finger he was going to sentenced as an adult. there would be no way he'd be allowed back to ellison. his life would be ruined. robbie almost wanted beau to fuck him up again just so this would happen. the less robbie had to see of beau the better. "what's that? you have nothing to say? i took her on a date you know," he smirked. "i brought her salad. fruit salad. i got her drunk and guess what, oh wait you already know. we went to prom together. know what we did after prom? know what we do every night?" robbie moaned his name in a fake girly voice. "and it's not faked." he unpaused his game, clear that beau wasn't going to grab another controller and began to play again, cackling lightly to himself. he was fucking hilarious.

[BEAU STRATUS]

was he glared at robbie, his eyes clouded with rage. beau was seeing red at this point, and all he wanted to do was get up from his chair and knock robbie's lights out again. where the fuck did this kid get off talking about amelia like that? wasn't robbie supposed to be putting on his respectful gentlemanly act to try and get mia on his side? saying these things about her wasn't helping him much, and it wasn't making beau happy. he hated to hear people say rude things about mia, even now that they weren't together he still disputed awful rumors about her. his cheeks flushed pink with anger and his cold, hard stare never faltered. uncrossing his arms, beau let them fall to the arms of the lounge chair he was sitting on and he gripped onto them with all of his might. his knuckles were turning white but he never let up. it was the only thing stopping him from getting up and bashing robbie's face in once more. beau let out a deep breath. he knew full well that amelia never faked it in bed with him; mcleod was just making shit up. beau was mia's first, she probably didn't even know how to 'fake it' just yet.

still, the thought of her and robbie having sex made him want to throw up. he couldn't believe she would go and do that with him. what a heinous fucking bitch. he probably didn't even make her feel as great as he did, but he shrugged it off. he supposed going to third and half base with olivia wasn't helping his side of the story much. clearing his throat, beau released his grip of the chair arms. he had to admit - robbie had him good right about now. there wasn't much beau could do or say to retaliate without murdering him, which he was seriously considering. “shut the fuck up.” beau growled, watching as mcleod turned back to the video game. “you're not going to have her for much longer. she's going to see right through you.” mia was smart. she'd have to see that all robbie did was act and pretend like he was worth something. standing up, beau stretched out his back muscles and walked a little bit past the couch robbie was sitting on. “don't bother calling olivia - she'll be busy with me.” busy sitting on his face or s/t like that ~~~

[ROBERT MCLEOD]

seeing beau getting so worked up was beautiful. robbie wasn't even a sadistic, revengeful kind of guy normally, but seeing beau potentially end his life here in canterbury was the best thing he could ever witness. robbie smirked and his eyebrows shot up when beau told him to shut the fuck up. this was too funny. what was beau honestly going to do if he didn't stop? what if he got right in his face and made a mia moan - not that he'd ever heard one because she would let him do that, poor robbie. beau knew he would be pushing his luck if he even touched robbie a second time. robbie was tempted to get up and walk over but he just laughed as beau kept talking. "that's where you're wrong dawg," he replied. "i don't put up an act, ever, especially not around mia, so there will be no 'seeing through' my supposed act. mia will just keep fucking me until she completely forgets about you and your abusive ways." robbie smirked again. now he was going to lie. "you know, she told me that she was afraid you would hit her. i would be too if i were her."

robbie rolled his eyes at beau's attempted come back. as mad as he was at olivia for even getting with beau in the first place, it was comical that beau thought robbie needed to hold liv's hand all the time. well they didn't, and robbie knew that olivia wouldn't be touching beau's dick with a ten foot pole. as beau got up to leave, robbie remembered something. "before you go," robbie stood up and walked directly in front of beau's path. he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the sealed envelope stamped with the court house address with 'beau stratus' in the middle. "i'll see you in court on june first nig." robbie smiled devilishly and shoved the envelope into beau's chest. he embraced for the inevitable hit that beau was going to deliver but it was all going to be worth it. he would laugh seeing beau in court being forced into prison or at least a juvenile delinquent centre somewhere in connecticut, far, far away from ellison and amelia. all he had to do was get mia to testify, which considering things, wouldn't be too hard. time to say goodbye beau!

[BEAU STRATUS]

was beau could feel his fists clench and unclench, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. this kid had a lot of nerve talking about amelia like that, especially in front of beau. but that was what robbie wanted, wasn't it? he didn't really care about mia. he didn't care if he hurt or upset her, just so long as he got beau worked up enough to the point of exhaustion. he frowned to himself. did mia really think beau would try and hit her? elliot mentioned once before in the past that she was afraid of him after his fight with mcleod, but he thought that was just talk. he knew in his own god damn heart that he would never lay an ill finger on his girlfriend. as much as he wanted to turn around and deck robbie across the face, he held himself steady and tried to continue to walk out, but mcleod had already stepped in front of him. raising one eyebrow, the curly haired boy stared down at him. what the fuck was he doing? feeling the slap of the envelope against his chest, he accepted it from the kid's hands and glanced at it. “what the fuck?” beau asked, in complete and utter shock. his eyes grew wide as he realized what was really happening. robbie was pressing charges. he was going to try and send beau to prison. his green eyes flicked from the paper to robbie, who seemed to be ready for a hit. instead, beau shoved himself past him, reaching desperately for his cell phone as he made his exit out of the rec room. amelia lindberg had some fucking explaining to do.

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