you can make your demands [chloe]

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

i hate to say it but it has to be said
YOU LOOK SO FRAGILE AS I FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD
i know it shouldn't but it's getting me on

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School. A synonym for school was "torture". A definition could be "place designated for the sole purpose of torturing innocent, or not so innocent, human beings and brain washing them to believe things thousands of years old". Jacoby hated school, he despised it with a burning white hot passion. And it never seemed to disappear no matter how many times he begged for it to disappear. It probably would be fun if the teachers looked like not used up female porn stars instead of old women and men with baggy faces among other baggy places. He shuddred even at the tiniest thought of that. Now, he was passing the time by walking around aimlessly. Whenever Jacoby did decide to come to school, he usually went to class if he felt like it. And the one day he did go to class, they were learning about Greek mythology. He always liked going on those days just to see what if there was ever anything new ideas mortals had. There were never very many though. The minute he walked into the classroom, his eyes were drawn to the board where several supposed Greek symbols had been written.

Only one of the symbols looked close enough to be considered decent but he kept his mouth shut until it started to irritate him. The teacher had looked at him in shock when he corrected her on it. She'd called him, if he recalled correctly, "an ignorant fool who just liked to cause problems". Normally, he didn't rise to the bait of being called stupid or any form of a word that sounded just like it. But when he had a headache from being in school for only twenty-three minutes, Jacoby didn't put up with anything. So he'd propped his feet up on the desk and told her to "Google it". That was probably where his big mouth had gone wrong. He'd been thrown out of class to go to the principal's office but instead, he chose to just walk around and see if anybody would say anything to him. So far, he was safe. Jacoby reached up and ran his fingers through his loose, black hair tiredly. He hadn't bothered with his usual updo of spikey hair and instead had just pulled a beanie on over it. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was wearing pajama pants under his jeans. How embarassing. He walked through the halls slowly, the hood from his black hoodie pulled up over his head. It would probably be best if he found an empty bathroom to sleep in.

A yawn stretched his mouth open and he covered it lazily with his tattooed fingers before closing his mouth. He shifted his satchel on his shoulder before walking out of the hall and outside. Honest to God, these huge New York prep schools were good for only one thing and that was for elluding teachers. Why the fuck did a school need a courtyard? Answer: it didn't. It just made everything look pretty. And pretty was fine with him if it kept him from having to deal with school. The eighteen year old rubbed his nose before dropping the black, leather satchel on the ground by the bench. He lied down on the slightly warm stone and pulled a box of Marlboro reds from his pocket and lit one up. How he was going to survive when he most likely had the lungs of a chain smoker and the liver of fifty year old alcoholic was beyond him. That was the only thing good about daddy dearest, he paid good fucking money to keep his brat of a son in good shape. Only the best exercise equipment, clothes, cars, and alcohol to keep his son from spilling dirty secrets. Jacoby was a firm believer that his dad had a hitman on tab just in case he ever worked up the balls to go to the police about his mother. The police believed that it had been a break in robbery/rape/homicide thing easily. Rich men just didn't murder their wives and then leave their kids there, did they? No, if they did they took everything with them and got the fuck out of dodge.

Jacoby raised the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag from it, dragging the nicotine deep into his lungs. He could feel his skin stretching over his fine cheekbones until he pulled the cigarette from his lips. Slowly, he exhaled and watched as the smoke billowed out from his nose and mouth. He propped his feet up on the armrest at the far end of the bench before resting his head on top of his free arm. The hand holding his cigarette dangled from the bench and occasionally, he brought it back to his lips for another drag or flicked the ash off the end. This was how he preferred to spend his time at school, outside and away from everyone else with a good few cancer sticks and maybe a little booze. It all just depended on what struck his fancy. Jacoby pressed his tongue against the side of his mouth from boredom, glancing around to see if anyone was coming to yell at him. After all, it wasn't hard to figure out it who it was from the black hoodie to the black, ripped up jeans with Snoopy pajama pants beneath that and the black Nike Cortez on his feet. It was Jacoby Kraemer. And yes, he had left his pajama pants on on accident.

words ;; one zero six nine
tag ;; chloe summers
status ;; FINISHED
lyrics ;; i almost told you that i loved you - papa roach
muse ;; here comes goodbye - rascal flatts
looks ;; sex
notes ;; oh...dang this is shit...
my bad spike :[

[Chloe Summers]

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Chloe rolled her eyes at her biology teacher. It wasn't the first time she was supposedly starting trouble in his classroom. She sat at her science desk alone, yes, it sat up to three people, but she sat alone. She was in an advanced biology class, a grade twelve coarse that she easily sailed through. She sighed as she glanced over at her empty seat next to her, she couldn't believe that that mortals discriminated based on talent and competition. All the girls saw her as a threat and dubbed her unpopular, therefore non of the guys would even talk to her besides their usual insults. Chloe lazily looked up from the empty seat to the screaming teacher infront of her. She hadn't really clued in on what he was yelling at her for yet, but she did know it wasn't her fault. Her classmates enjoyed setting her up or knocking over her equipment just to get her in trouble.

Chloe made eye contact with the middle aged teacher that had just slammed his hands on the desk making her books rattle. She lazily put a hand on her books and swooped them up in her lap as she continued to nod her head pretending to follow what he said. Chloe let her mind wonder a little, she couldn't really help it, the ADHD was always there to he[p her daydream. Chloe couldn't be friends in her advanced classes because she was just as intelligent and even more bright than her classmates. So, she was stuck as the loner in her classes. She liked to think of herself as a disease. They didn't want to knowingly risk their status or well being to be around her. In high school, someone's status was their place on the food chain. She sighed as she looked at the even sadder truth about herself. She was a demigod, but she was a freak even where she belonged. No one would give her a chance to actually be her friend because she was a zeus camper. All she had were her step siblings, and even then they tended to stick in groups by age. So she was stuck with the idiots and the perves. Well, when she though "stuck" she meant she was suppose to be friends with them... suppose to is the key words in that sentence.

Chloe's eyes slowly refocused on the form of her aging teacher. He wouldn't be as bad looking as he was now if he would just take the time to regroup himself. It was clear he didn't have much money from the way that he dressed, which was cheap everything, cheap pants, shirts that were to small for him, the whole clothing thing wasn't working for him. He put on a few (as in a lot) pounds since his not so secret divorce. In high school, once one person knows something, the whole school is updates by the end of the week. His hair was balding way to quickly probably from stress, and he was getting really pissy all the time. Chloe sighed, she was just finishing her reading from the textbook when he had come over to yell at her. She stood up from her seat and smiled sweetly at him which made his yelling pause for a moment. "I am sure I am sorry for the act you think I did." Chloe paused as the room went dead silent as her peers listened in on what she had to say. Not because they cared, but because they wanted to see how much trouble she would get in.

Chloe rose her hand to stop her teacher from talking. His now open mouth slowly shut as she continued her rant. "I know" She paused as she mimicked his voice, which she was really good at with all her practicing. "Get out of my classroom young lady." She rolled her eyes as she tucked her stuff into her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She strut to the door and opened it slowly. As she did she turned to look at him one last time. "Isn't it time for you to start to date already, she sure is." Chloe turned back to the door and slammed it. She paused and closed her eyes. She crossed her fingers in hopes that Chiron would magically appear and say she didn't have to waste her life at school. She opened her eyes and sighed. She knew it wouldn't happen but you could always hope. Chloe started to walk down the hallway, she didn't want to miss her next class, which was business, and she didn't really have anything to do until then. She strode to the courtyard, she never really knew why the school had a court yard, but she didn't really mind so much at the current moment. As chloe walked down the empty hallways she pondered what she had just said to her professor. Chloe regretted it a little, she wasn't really the bad ass some people though she was back at camp. She also knew she went way to far with him, he wouldn't forget what he said. She sighed as she pushed open the courtyard door. She smiled as she felt the sun hit her skin. It wasn't like camp where she had lots of skin showing, but when her bronzed skin was hidden under the preppy uniform dress code she wished she should bring the sun inside the school with her. Chloe opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them in the process of her basking in the sunlight. Chloe squinted from the sheer brightness outside. She could make out shapes and nearby noises.

"Fuck." Chloe saw the shape of Jacoby take shape on a park bench. She repeated the word over in her head multiple times before she contemplated slowly turning around before he would notice her. Chloe held her breathe and hoped that he hadn't heard her profanity. She doubted the boy who was smoking would notice her. He seemed kinda preoccupied with the cancer stick he held in his hand and inhaled.

Status: Done
Word Count: 1021
Muse: Kicking back and fighting hard
Tag: Jacoby
Outfit: School
Notes:I am not sure if I am happy about this post

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

i hate to say it but it has to be said
YOU LOOK SO FRAGILE AS I FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD
i know it shouldn't but it's getting me on

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Sometimes it was like he had radar hearing for when he heard cussing. You could cuss within fifty feet of him and it seemed like he'd hear the profanity slip from your lips. Of course it was easy for him to overhear you when no one else was outside and listening in. Jacoby craned his neck over, looking towards the steps and seeing someone he'd rather not see. Chloe Summers, Zeus Demigod and someone he honest to whatever God there was did not get along with. They had never gotten along, not even at Camp where their cabins hated each other. And the sex addict in him couldn't help but run his dark, chocolate brown eyes over her body. Immediately he recoiled from the thoughts. She was like his cousin and no matter how possibly attractive she might be, he wasn't real big on incestuous relationships. But the profanity slipping out, well he could never pass up a chance to get onto Chiron's favorite student about not being perfect. A quick, natural grin spread across his face as he looked at her. There was probably another reason he got thrown out of class, Jacoby never wore the school dress code. He didn't find it very comfortable in any shape or form. "What was that, Princess? Did I just hear something profane slip from those lips? Chiron and Daddy won't be happy." Jacoby mocked.

It was second nature for him to be a complete jack ass to anyone he deemed possibly dangerous to himself. He raised the Marlboro to his lips again and took another drag, exhaling slowly in her direction. With a wave of his hand, he sent the annoying cloud of smoke in all directions to go choke someone else. "That outfit doesn't really do you any justice, Chloe. Take a walk on the wild side, wearing a bikini to school." he called. He dug his car keys out of his back pocket and put them in his front one, stretching his leg out where the keys had dug in. He glanced down at the various rips in his jeans, smirking at the fact that he'd forgotten to remove the pajama pants before getting dressed. It was no longer a surprise as to why his pants had felt a little tighter than usual. It wasn't like he'd actually gained any weight though. He kept himself healthy at camp and outside of the camp, well his outward appearance anyways. There wasn't much he could about his lungs and liver right now, though he didn't care. Jacoby turned his gaze back to the blonde-haired young women, watching her quietly while waiting for the angry response that was sure to come. It never failed that she had made some response back to whatever he said. It was what made their relationship so 'special' and 'unique'.

It was no secret that there wasn't any love amongst the Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades campers. But it never failed that Zeus and Poseidon children teamed up against the Hades children ten times out of ten. There seemed to be an especially large rivalry between Zeus and Hades, or rather Chloe and Jacoby. They didn't like each other and they never really got along inside of camp. Outside of camp, it was a little different. They ended up in the same classes occasionally and there was always a banter that they kept up. And it was mostly started by the biggest jack ass in the world aka Jacoby Demetrius Trotter Kraemer. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and took another drag before extinguishing it in the grass beneath the bench. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated, glancing at the number that belonged to his younger sister. She was probably checking in on him to make sure he hadn't skipped yet. And technically, he wasn't skipping so much as he'd been thrown out of class. "Of course I'm in class, mother. Why else wouldn't I be?" Jacoby muttered, rolling his dark eyes. He rubbed his temples, already getting a headache from having to have this conversation right now. She was going to rip him a new one when he got home. Or if he was any luckier, she'd chew him out while he was driving home. And that feat was actually pretty easy for him to handle. His driving was pretty good for a Demigod, which was rare. Though he did put a lot of focus into his driving.

I'll talk to you later, alright Taylor. We'll go out to eat to that restaurant you like and you can chew me out there. Bye." Jacoby said quietly, hanging up when he finished. There was only person who he'd actually let chew him out and that was his 15-16 year old sister Taylor. Of course he kept her a secret from most of the other Demigods, he didn't trust them and he'd kill them before they ever had the chance to hurt her. That was a damned given. Jacoby glanced down at the screen of his iPhone before the screen went black. If anyone saw the background picture they probably thought Taylor was his girlfriend instead of his sister. The picture was of them, she'd made him take it at like four am on this past Christmas morning. He slid the phone back into his pocket before pulling the slightly dented box of Marlboros back out and lighting a new cigarette. The eighteen year old took a deep inhale of the nicotine, holding it in longer than he probably should. The smoke billowed out from his nose and mouth barely a second later. A cigarette could cure anything.

words ;; one one one one
tag ;; chloe summers
status ;; FINISHED
lyrics ;; i almost told you that i loved you - papa roach
muse ;; afterlife - avenged sevenfold
looks ;; sex
notes ;; --

[Chloe Summers]

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Chloe rolled her eyes, she knew that she was probably stuck with this jackass for the next couple minutes. Most people would walk away when someone they don't really like starts trying to get under your skin... Most people. Chloe stood her ground, she wasn't going to back down or else she would never hear the end of it. She guessed if she backed down the whole camp would find out within a day, and she didn't have enough time to pack all her things and leave within that small time period. She was stuck with him. Chloe took a deep breathe as she marched forward, her blonde hair bobbing as she walked. She knew that she looked scary or threatening, possibly both. She had lots of time to practise her bitch walk, as she liked to call it. It was a mix of a sexy walk and an angry walk. She put on her best scowl, which she was quite well practised in thank so the school she hated with her whole being.

She stopped her strut a good distance from Jacoby, last time they got close enough to touch the other one, they did just that. Except it wasn't as sexual as it sounded, it was more of a "lets see how pissed off we can make each other" and that inculded nudging, power summoning and very big words... Profane words. Chloe cleared her voice as she came up with a comeback or the spoiled brat that lounged infront of her. She opened her mouth ready to pull out her comeback when he spoke again. It didn't take chloe's cheeks tlong to turn a soft pink, sure, people said stuff like that all the time at school... Chloe didn't really see Jacoby as the kind of person to go around asking people to wear bikini's to get in trouble, espicially Jacoby. Chloe shut her mouth quickly only then to reopened it slowly. " I will pass on that one, I don't want to join your little club." Chloe pointed to his pajama pants that he was wearing in disgust. "I am guessing you are president of the retard club?"

Chloe gave a small smirk as she examined what he was wearing. She couldn't really put a word on it... or even a couple sentences for that matter. Chloe snapped her attention back to Jacoby's voice. She was expecting another snappy insult or a good comeback that she would then have to trump with a better one. Chloe was surprised to see him on his cell phone. She tilted her head to the side as her expression turned to a more questioning one, and way less threatening. As soon as Chloe heard Jacoby try and mutter into the phone she knew who it was. There were very few people to that Jacoby wouldn't swear at to get off the phone because he was busy being a jerk. She started to laugh at the timing of the phone call. She doubled over as her laughing increased, she didn't know Jacoby took orders from anyone, especially little sisters. She howled as her laughing still intensified, she could feel tears sting her eyes as she tried to straighten herself out. She stood straight but she had to take a couple of breathes to make sure she wasn't going to laugh again. She raised her left hand to wipe her eyes carefully. They were watering, so they hadn't ruined her makeup yet. She looked at Jacoby and rested her hand on her hip. She looked at him with her questioning look again, excpet there was a hint of danger in her tone. "Really? I expected a little more from the Jerk the whole school cowers from... Even the druggies who you would fit right in with.

Status: Done
Word Count: 632
Muse:It is there
Tag: Jacoby
Outfit: School
Notes: I am sorry it took so long, I am also sorry it is really bad

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

i hate to say it but it has to be said
YOU LOOK SO FRAGILE AS I FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD
i know it shouldn't but it's getting me on

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Jacoby watched as the blonde walked over. Most men would probably take the little angry stomp to her walk as a threat, most men that is. It didn't bother him, it was a little funny in his opinion but that was just Jacoby. Girls didn't intimidate him, most things didn't intimidate him. The only thing that could have him running with his tail tucked between his legs was his mortal father. Of course he'd never admit that to anyone, it just wasn't something he did. The sleeve of his black hoodie fell back and his dark gaze looked at the colorful tattoos that were revealed. There probably wasn't anyone at this school or at Camp Halfblood with this many tattoos. Tattoos were apart of his lively hood, they were things that he enjoyed having done. The gory monsters that adorned his arms had reasons only he knew. Most people thought he liked monsters, which he did, but most people didn't know what they were there for. Hell, sometimes he couldn't even remember what they were there for. Or why he'd gotten the damn tattoos. Taylor didn't like it when he came home with a new home but she was always intrigued to sit what it was. Dark chocolate colored eyes rose to Chloe when she stopped a few feet away. Smart girl. The last time had been...electrifyingly scary. He smirked a little, the corner of his mouth picking up just a little before he leaned back against the bench. His long, muscular arms stretched out along the back, fingers drumming out a simple rhythm on the back.

He mocked a hurt expression when she deigned not to join his little club and then called him the president of said retard club. One eyebrow rose in question as he shifted on the bench, raising his lower body up and adjusting his jeans before sitting back down. The fact that Snoopy was visible through most of the many rips in his pants was not lost on Jacoby. He just honestly didn't give a fuck. "Oh, how you wound me. I don't know how I can go on knowing you think I'm a retard." Jacoby mocked. His dark eyes flashed and his lips curved into a wickedly handsome, yet venomous smile. "I think you're a close second though, love. Seems I'm not the only one here lacking a few brain cells. Though it must suck being a blonde...you know two things right? How to get your legs up behind your head and how to go down right?" The words were uncalled for, rude, and crass. His poor mama was probably rolling around in her grave or waiting for him to come visit the Underworld again. Valaria had tried to raise him right but when you're husband is knocking you around every night and then knocking your son around after making him watch, there's not a lot you can do. His genetics that came from her had old Southern hospitality and etiquette ingrained in them. Jacoby had just smited his dead mother in a sense. He deserved to burn in hell.

At her laughing, his eyes flashed dangerously dark. Long fingers inked with Marlboro curled into fists. Years of watching his daddy beat his mama had put something in him. She did something to make him angry, she should fucking pay. His lips curled back in a snarl as he restrained himself ever so slowly. Hands trembled in anger briefly before a large lungful of nicotine was gulped down deep into his lungs. The shaking stopped and the eighteen year old's body uncoiled, holding onto the combinations of poison until he had to breathe. Jacoby exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air. Her words just glanced off of him, it wasn't like she knew what had happened. It didn't make him want to choke her any less though. It had been in the papers and all over the news for the longest time. Wealthy Tyler Kraemer's equally wealthy wife Valaria Kraemer was found murdered in her bedroom by her son. That made headlines and drew in exactly the right amount of press to make sure Tyler didn't fuck things up. There were parts of the nights after he didn't like to think about. Threats and beatings from his father not to breathe a fucking word about what happened. Jacoby ran his tongue over his lips, feeling how dry they were and nearly flinching when a cut was reopened.

"And it shows that you don't know shit." Jacoby spat out as his stood. He had a good couple inches on Chloe and he outweighed her by enough to make it matter. Not that he would ever attack a girl in broad daylight outside of Camp Halfblood. Too much back lash would be brought in. Of course someone would remember him as the kid who found his dead mom and they'd blame it there. They would say the kid finally snapped. They'd say that after he snapped Chloe's neck. But Jacoby generally tried to not be so violent. He worked better sneaking around and getting people like that when he was outside the camp. It made things more fun for him. "You know they say this school was built on an old, old grave yard. Why don't we find out?" Jacoby asked, tilting his head a little. Only he would find it fun to see if there were dead people underneath the ground. Of course he was also the only fucked up enough to even think like that. He felt his phone vibrating his pocket again and pulled it out, looking at his father's number on the screen. Something like fear flashed in his eyes and across his face for a few seconds before he hit ignore and returned the device to his back pocket. Fuck that man, he was busy right now.

words ;; one one seven three
tag ;; chloe summers
status ;; FINISHED
lyrics ;; i almost told you that i loved you - papa roach
muse ;; so far away - avenged sevenfold
looks ;; sex
notes ;; so so so sorry that
it took so long D: i'm a horrible
person i know. and it's not even
that good....again sorry