it's not me, it's you [o]

the sudden giggles caused him to jump a bit, having been wrapped up with his own concerns and all, "wh-" he began, eyes snapped over to a girl who was suddenly standing close by. if it weren't for the fact that it was still light out, he might've freaked out again, really.

an eyebrow arched as he gave the girl a quick scan through. he vaguely remembered her seeing her around, and quickly figured that she was probably in his grade: she was either a classmate or was someone in another class, right? he wouldn't know, since he only really bothered paying attention to those that he had a reason to care about. and, looking at her... well, blonde hair wasn't exactly an attribute, was it? that would be one reason why he didn't quite care.

"do i look 'okay?'" he questioned, almost with hostility, "as appreciated as your concerns are," saying so, theodore's ungloved hand lifted. his other hand bitterly pointed at the injured middle finger as he practically loomed over the girl. of course, he looked like he was just making rude hand gestures instead, "i think it might be more helpful for you to find a way and stop this bleeding for me instead. you know, before i faint from anemia. that's the first step towards dying from blood loss: incase you need to be educated." not exactly the case at all and the overdramatization was obvious. but, the sixteen-year-old had always been this way since the start.

shaking his head, however, he dropped his hands back to the side, "nevermind. you're actually quite useless, dare i say." with a quick eye roll, he began to flick his gaze elsewhere in search of a sink. when he couldn't locate any, his attention went back to the whitenette, "commoner," he addressed her, the previously arched brow lifted again expectantly, "do you know where to find fresh water in the middle of this no-man's land? fetch some for me, as you were clearly hoping to help by starting a conversation."

theodore blinked, but quickly came to squint at the whitenette. it was unlikely that someone he'd just met would show that sort of submission. he may be sheltered, sure, but he wasn't that naive. reading the atmosphere was what he did best, having been brought up by socialites and all. chandelier parties and chocolate fondues did pretty interesting things to mess with the head, that's for sure.

"know your place, peasant: your sarcasm's unnecessary in this situation," he said loudly, almost sounding as if he was going to scream but not quite. then, when she got handsy and held his hand above his head, the sixteen-year-old instantly felt his eye twitching in annoyance, "excuse me? unhand me, you barbarian!" at this, he quickly yanked at his own hand to remove it from her grasp, "a simple suggestion would've been more than suffice without the need to spread your germs around." an eyebrow arched as he lowered his bleeding finger so he could pat some sort of 'dust' off of that same hand. "the world doesn't need more of that, incase you were unaware."

of course, he could've gotten the same rejection across without this exact attitude. and, the two of them could've also had a better start if it weren't for her need to be a smartass, but... alas.

"i have no interest in befriending you, as your mere presence will only serve to disgust me," hostility still very much in his tone and sickened expression still very much on his face, theodore proceeded to walk off from the girl. she was absolutely useless to him if she wasn't going to get him some clean water. he wasn't here to 'make friends,' and there was no need to force himself to talk to people he had no interest in. not like he was going to take over the family business, anyway, and both of his parents were already more than aware of that.

shaking his other hand free of its glove, the sixteen-year-old dug into his pocket and fished for his cellphone. he was quick to dial the campus security office before holding the device to his ear, "hello? this is theodore massinger. i have injured myself and am in need of a first aid kit. preferably an ambulance, but i think you might have more to worry about now that i have just been harassed by another student. her name is kelli, she said," the leisure club president informed as he took a brief glance over to the whitenette, but shuddered and shifted his gaze away again: as if even the sight of her was enough to make him queasy. "please come to my rescue before she starts to stalk me. i'm quite terrified, really. ah. yes, we're at the farm. thank you!"

an eyebrow quirked and theodore's eyes widened slightly. gaze slid away as a sarcastic smile adorned the corners of his mouth, "ah. so she's still here."

shaking his head, the sixteen-year-old proceeded to walk to the other side of the eco farm. there was no point to continue being there if he was still waiting for the first aid kit. he had already given up on the thought that he would get any free time to himself today, anyway, so he might as well just take it slow. as long as he finished before it turned dark, it technically didn't matter at all. why push himself, right? he would only end up cutting another finger or something.

after digging out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped at a spot on the wooden bench he had reached. then, after leaving the silky fabric on the side, he bent down to pick up his water bottle. he took a sip to temporarily refresh himself, then sat down on the bench as he browsed through his phone.

the whitenette had decided to say something, but due to the distance and his absolute lack of care, theodore had heard little to nothing. probably whining about the fact that he wasn't 'helping.' but technically she could just finish her side and leave his to... well, him. it had absolutely nothing to do with her, since they didn't even get into trouble together.

grey eyes rolled as she kept going with her complaints, which in all honesty sounded more like the teacher from charlie brown, really. and so, he slid out his earphones and popped them into his ears. thumb scrolled through his playlists and quickly picked one. he took another sip from the water bottle, but then blinked.

well, he supposed that he did have 'clean water.' frowning, his upper lip flared in dismay. it was certainly going to make him feel like a barbarian as well but, nevertheless, he pocketed his phone and decided to brave through it (or rather, 'brave through it' in his terms, anyway). with his wounded middle finger held far away from himself, theodore began to pour water over the injury and as soon as the two met, he hissed, "there isn't even any salt in it," he said loudly as he glared at the water, wanting more than anything to toss it away with force but knew that he shouldn't. he just couldn't; it was supposed to last him the whole day (well, along with three other bottles but still), "whoever's messing with me..."

there was a pause when he recalled that, maybe there really was someone 'messing with him.' after all, he did recall there being a certain dark-haired freshman who was, for some reason unbeknownst to him, absolutely fascinated with the unexplainable. she also seemed to be head-over-heels with the idea of bringing him to his downfall (aka scare him to death). eyebrow twitched, and he pulled the water bottle away from his finger, setting it heavily on the empty spot beside him. he definitely should get his side of the field done before the evening. but, just how was he supposed to accomplish that exactly when people couldn't hurry up and bring him a first aid kit?

it was hard being theodore massinger, really.