Polo, Girleh and... A peanut. :)

"Wha..? Secret? Wait... You've got my-" Leon broke off, not hearing anything she said after 'give you back your phone'. His phone... He had dropped it, and then forgotten. He had never got to send that text to Kimmie... After he had promised he would text her every day! Gosh, he was such an ass! How could he forget...? But wait - the girl had his phone! He glanced up to demand the she return it, only to see her flouncing off and flaunting it in her hand, yelling 'I've got Leon's phone' at the top of his lungs. Damn fans! They would go crazy for that... What if the text he had typed was still on the screen?! Everything would be ruined! He couldn't deal with that. No. Not a chance! With a frustrated growl, Leon thrust himself through the doorway and dashed down the passageway, swiftly covering the short distance between himself and the girl whose identity he remained unaware of. He grabbed her arm as he reached her, dragging her roughly back to his room before slamming the door behind them. It was difficult to ignore the various reactions from the crowd: Heartbroken cries of pain as girls' 'dreams' were shattered in their eyes. Gleeful wolf-whistles as boys encouraged their musical idol in what they clearly thought was some form of intimacy. Ugh. They would be talking about this for weeks... He would have to come up with some kind of good story... Leon sighed, resting his head against the door for a moment, then turned to face the girl. "Give me my phone." He ordered darkly, still making an effort to maintain his impolite exterior.

Leon's face contorted in disgust as he silently mouthed the words 'buddy boy', but then the rest of what she had said began to sink in. "You..." He began, a horror-struck expression on his face. "No way... But- No..." He stuttered incoherently, shaking his head. Though in reality he already knew. If she knew the name 'Kimmie', then she had read it. If she had read that message, his cover was blown. Not only that, but hid pride was deeply wounded. A hot flush coloured his cheeks as he glanced down, glaring at the floor. "That's none of your business..." He muttered weakly, determinedly looking anywhere but at the girl. Yeah, so after the way he had acted he probably deserved this, but still... It wasn't his fault... Well, sure, he had chosen to act like this... But he had his reasons. Then again - didn't all jerks and bullies have their own pathetic reasons? He supposed it was probably unfair to consider himself different. His gaze travelled around the room, soon coming to rest on the guitar hidden in the corner. Leon began to think back to the last song he had played... When he had found out that this girl was eavesdropping on him. She had tried to be nice to him then, yet once again he had simply shunned her and acted like a complete jerk. She had a right to do this to him, all right... But still. He gnawed his lip as the familiar lyrics drifted through his mind. I can't escape this Hell, so many times I've tried, but I'm still caged inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. So what if you can see the darkest side of me, somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me, somebody help me tame this animal. The words caused a shiver to run down his spine, though he was not sure why... Then something else that the girl had said before, something that had previously escaped his attention, jumped to the fore of his mind. 'You don't know enough about me, Buddy-boy that fact will probably kill you.' Kill... Kill him... What was all this reference to killing?! There was something else, too... Before... 'If I could I would kill you on the spot though jack's looped my powers so I can't.' There again! Kill him, kill him... What sort of sick prank was this?! And powers? Honestly. He was hardly a gullible toddler any more. But there was something there... He could feel it. Feel it as surely as the tattered remnants of the music that pulsed through his soul. Hell, who was he kidding? The music was his soul. That was the reason he had felt that impulse to play 'animal' in the first place. Never had he considered that maybe, just maybe, he might not be the only one it applied to.
He bit down on his lip, then gulped nervously and moistened his lips before speaking. "Hey, I... I'm sorry..." He mumbled hesitantly, "Can't you just... Can't you please give that back?" He asked quietly. Well, he had screwed it up now... That was hardly the sort of thing a jerk like 'Leon Hunter' ought to say...

"Thanks." Leon muttered bitterly, snatching up the phone. He glanced up at her again as she began to speak, a molishly stubborn expression crossing his face. "Don't you watch the news?" He asked coldly, "I gave it up. I don't play any more. But then again, I suppose you wouldn't know that, would you? You probably can't even afford a television." Leon jeered with a mocking smirk, instantly reverting back to being a complete jerk, just in case it was not too late to save the reputation he had built. He had the phone now, right? So why not throw around a couple of insults...?

"I'm sorry." Leon murmured as soon as she was out of earshot. He didn't like being so... So awful al the time, but it was the choice he had made. And besides, this was the way he was now. He was a jerk and an ass, and he deserved to be hated! The more people who hated him, the better. Leon coughed slightly before walking over to his bed, sitting down with a subdued sigh. He glanced around, then turned on his sterio, humming along quietly to one of his own songs. And tears that fall from glassy eyes will wash away the sands of time... Leon sighed, ceasing his humming as the familiar lyrics played out in his mind. Hourglass... That had been his frist hit - the song that had first got him noticed as a singer... And now he had thrown it all away. Leon lay back on his bed, a despondent expression on his face as he stared up at the bland ceiling. He was lonely... He couldn't deny it. He had become so used to having so many people around him that now he was on his own it was just so... Different. He did not miss the fans or the paparazzi, he was glad to get away from them, but it was hard to be a jerk all the time...

((Done. ))

Finally, Leon turned off his stereo and got off his bed. He quickly completed his nightly ablutions, then got into bed and turned off the light, quite content to get an early night for once. It was not as though he had anything better to do... He fell asleep with a sigh, the same lyrics still drifting through his musical mind.

The next morning Leon woke up abruptly as his alarm went off. He got out of bed and dressed in his school uniform, then grabbed his school books before heading off to his first class. He was early, but he didn't care. He had decided to skip breakfast that morning... He simply wasn't hungry. Perhaps that was the reason his well tanned face suddenly held a pinched, greyish look and seemed a little paler than normal. Then again, maybe he had just got a little too friendly with a powder puff or something of the sort.
He walked through the door, pointedly ignoring the teacher as she greeted him. He yawned openly, then plonked down in his seat and took out his MP3 player - listening to music in front of the teacher even though he knew it was against the school rules.

Leon flashed the girl a deviously charming smile as she sat down. "Looks like your luck has changed, my dear." He jeered mockingly, casting her a wink before leaning backwards and rocking on his chair. Soon the rest of the class had arrived, and the lesson began, though Leon clearly wasn't paying attention, until...
"Leon Hunter!" The teacher snapped irritably, obviously annoyed as she had now called his name at least 3 times.
"What?" Leon demanded, letting his chair hit the ground again and raising his eyebrows to stare disrespectfully at the teacher.
"I asked if you could tell me what the chemical formula for ammonia is." She informed him with a dangerously calm tone.
"As if I'd know!" Leon scoffed, "What is this, house cleaning science?! Ha!" He laughed, then leaned back on his chair again, his bright, artificially white teeth glinting with unnatural shine as he laughed at his own joke. There were a few whispers and giggles from behind him as a few of the girls went gaga-eyed over their idol.
"Leon, your lack of knowledge is not something to be proud of." The teacher informed him coldly, before turning to address the whole class.
"Today we will be doing an experiment to identify what elements make up ammonia. Everybody will work with the person sitting next to them. You may begin."
Leon yawned widely, then turned to the girl beside him. "So... Are you going to do this thing or what?" He asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"I don't know how to do this stuff." Leon informed her shamelessly, glancing briefly at the notes before looking up at her again, raising his eyebrows. "This is so lame!" Leon exclaimed loudly, smirking slightly as he heard the girls gathered around him start giggling appreciatively. "So!" Leon said, turning back to the girl beside her. "If this is what I have to do, then what the hell is a Bunsen burner? Wait, don't tell me..." He added, a devious grin splitting his face as he glanced judgmentally at her chest. "It's some sort of chemical that causes buns to disintegrate, and you've already had WAY too much exposure to it, which is why you want me to do the experiment. That must be it." He concluded loudly, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back on his chair again, grinning as a chorus of giggles followed his words once again.

Leon blinked disbelievingly as the gory scene before him as blood spattered his face. What. The. Hell?! He gulped as the girl's body burst into flames, struggling desperately to get a grip and keep his logic in tact. This wasn't possible. No matter how realistic it looked, this was all just an act. He had seen what actors could do... He had seen how real special effects could be. Somebody was just messing with him. As he finally convinced himself of the thought, Leon calmed down so that when she lifted him he simply glared coldly down at him. "Oh, touchy touchy..." He commented, shrugging and glancing unconcernedly away from her. "It seems I've hit a nerve..." He said with a tone of false innocence. "Oh I am just so sorry. I guess I forgot how touchy you actresses can be about your bodies... Even though I was only speaking the truth..." He said, throwing her a sickeningly sweet smile of insincere sympathy clearly meant to mock her. What was she going to do? Cut him with a knife suspended by a piece of fishing gut? Burn him with fake fire? Use fancy lighting to create the illusion of electricty? She couldn't scare him. And besides, even if all this was real... For although it was impossible, and he knew it, Leon still had its doubts... But even if it was real, what difference would it make to him anyway? Everybody died sooner or later... Some sooner than others. What difference did a bit of time make...?

Leon jerked his hand away in disgust, staggering backwards away from the man. "You're a sick freak, you know that?!" He asked, shaking his head and backing away further. "I don't know how you're doing all this, but you aren't going to fool me. This is real life, not some horror film. Give me a break!" Leon hissed, wiping his hand on his jersey before turning his back on the man and walking toward the door. Okay, so he was kinda terrified, but deep down he knew this wasn't real... It was just like a vivid nightmare... So terrifying, yet not truly real... Not truly deadly... Feeling distinctly uneasy, Leon quickly pressed the button to page his bodyguards. He didn't like this... He didn't like this at all...

"Oh nice..." Leon muttered irritably, glaring distastefully down at the unconscious girl before flinging her over his shoulder and walking back to his dorm room. He probably would have ended up cutting class anyway, so it didn't matter. He dumped her roughly in the bathtub, then filled a bucket with water and tossed it casually over he head before stepping back and raising his eyebrows, ready to observe the effects of his 'experiment'.

"Oh, cut the *beep*!" Leon snapped irritably. "Just get the hell out of here before I have you arrested for harassment." He threatened with a low growl. "I don't suffer fools gladly, nor do I take kindly to being treated like one, so drop your pathetic little act and get out of my face before I'm forced to take out a restraining order. I'm not that gullible you know." He concluded waspishly, turning away from her and stalking back into the main part of his room, leaving her in the bathtub as he glared at something through the window. His curiosity was almost burning him, yet he was determined to resist the urge to ask questions. He would not be the gullible idiot to fall for their little 'ghost story' act! He was a realist, and nothing they could say or do could beat that out of him!
At that moment, the little voice in his head that had come to annoy him so much in recent times decided to interject.
Why do you keep helping her, then?

"Well then, need I repeat my insult from that point, because it was rather brilliant, if I do say so myself." Leon mocked with a note of false pity. "Or would that just make you decide to play some sort of sick prank on me again - like trying to convince me that I'd witnessed a murder - or that something supernatural is out to get me?!" Laiko asked in a voice that positively oozed sarcasm. "Oooooh, spooky!" He added, wiggling his fingers as though mocking a kiddy's ghost story. "Now please step away from my poor wall before you break it. I'm not buying any of this *beep*." He conluded icily.