Brandon's Frustrations

Brandon had left to gather up some firewood in an attempt to get some distance from his now ex-girlfriend. Last night Brandon had tossed the idea of trying to get her back, but after the way she had treated him, he decided against it, not wanting to be some second choice. That being said it still irritated him that Ashley had told him she was leaving him because she wanted someone else. Brandon wasn't really mad at whoever she liked as that wasn't on them, instead he was fuming over the fact that she moved on while still with him.

Brandon had done his best to take his time gathering some fallen sticks and branches, though he, unfortunately, filled his hands a bit too quick, for when he returned to camp, he saw Ashley and Kurt by the fire. His eyes slowly began to flare up, Kurt! Are you fucking kidding me?! She's moving on to that fucking scumbag! He internally screamed while storming over. Brandon began to slow as his anger turned to disgust, then to denial of his feelings altogether, You know what, fuck her. I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of knowing I even care. He ignored whatever they were saying as he approached and dropped the firewood onto the ground, turning away without a word.

Brandon marched into the forest, separate from where Zack and Chloe went, he needed to be alone, at least for a moment. Once he felt that he had enough distance from camp, he let out an enraged yell, releasing his anger. His lips twitched as he took a few deep breaths before shouting again, trying to find a way to get the burning feeling from his chest. Brandon quickly took in a few more panting breaths and reached down, grabbing a branch that lay by his feet. He screamed out while slamming it into a tree, letting the wood snap and splinter in his hands.

"Jesus Brandon, are you okay?" Heather's voice suddenly asked,

Brandon snapped his head back; he glared at Heather coldly, "What the hell are you doing out here?" He barked out,

Heather jumped slightly, not expecting such a hostile response, "I-I saw you leave the camp, you looked mad."

"Mad?" Brandon sneered back, "Is that what I look like to you? Fucking mad?!" Heather's eyes were wide as he took a few steps towards her, "Mad is when I lose a fucking game Heather, pissed is when I wake up late, Livid is what I am, Heather! Abso-fucking-lutely livid!"

"Oh," Heather softly whispered back. Brandon continued to keep his eyes locked on hers, "What's wrong?" She asked after a moment,

"Oh what, you didn't catch the fucking news?!" Brandon shot back, "Little miss gossip queen, out of the loop for once!?" Heather continued to slowly inch her way closer to him, "Well let me fill you in, Ashley, my beloved girlfriend dumped me last night!" Heather looked at him sympathetically but continued to move forward,"And do you know why?" He asked causing her to slightly shake her head no, "Because she's fallen for that fucked cousin of yours!"

"Really, she likes Kurt?" Heather murmured back,

"Enough to apparently find me repulsive!" Brandon spat back, venom hanging off every word. Brandon shut his eyes, trying to gain some control over himself, "What do you want?" He grumbled out to her as he rubbed his brow,

"Like I said," Heather replied as she finally reached him, "I wanted to check up on you."

"Well, congrats, you checked up on me," Brandon grunted back,

"You really do look worked up," Heather whispered out thoughtfully,

Brandon opened his eyes a glared at Heather once again, "What are you doing?" He sharply asked,

"You just look so...angry," Heather replied as she rested her hands on his chest, "And hot,"

Brandon's hands shot out and grabbed onto Heather's wrists, "Heather, I'm fucking upset, not horny!"

Heather had a dreamy expression on her face as she looked up at him, her body almost seeming to be floating, "What do you want to do right now?"

"I want to freak out," Brandon growled back as he let go of her wrists and lightly shoved her back, "I want to beat the holy fuck out of your cousin! I just want to fucking hit something!"

"Fuck me." Heather nearly moaned back as she pushed forward pressing her lips to Brandon's. Brandon reached out grabbing hold of her hair, yanking her back, "It's okay," Heather assured as she tried to push back in, "Just do whatever you want to me."

"What's your fucking deal?" Brandon asked nearly looking disgusted, "Why do you keep trying to make me fuck you!? Why are you suddenly acting like such a fucking whore!?" Brandon barked out,

"Hmm, that's right, I am a whore." Heather moaned back as her hands pawed at his chest, "I'm a slutty little whore who will let you do whatever you want." She started to feel Brandon's hold loosen on her hair, "Tell me again, how do Ashley and Kurt make you feel?"

"L-Livid." Brandon stammered back,

"Yeah, they make you so full of hate don't they?" Heather asked as her hand ran down to Brandon's crotch, "Take that feeling and fuck me like that. Take all that hate for them and just unleash it on my body, Brandon." Heather begged as Brandon stared back at her in a mixture of confusion, anger, lust and maybe even a touch of disgust.