Carrick nodded his head that was exactly what he was suggesting. Carrick smirked slightly when Clyde continued to pretend he was all, noble and was above making a quick buck. Kids like that had a tendency to irritate Carrick to no end. Mainly because he never had a chance to do anything other than what he had been doing his whole life. Being in the spotlight had a way of doing that.

”Only illegal if ya get caught eejit.” Carrick said rolling his eyes slightly as he picked up another piece of pizza crust and put it in his mouth only to realize this piece was hard as a rock. ”Booze isn’t for me and they ain’t my friends. Customers really. My friends aren’t really about that life.” Carrick said ignoring the look Clyde was trying to give him. Liz gave the stare down look far better.

The mention of the wallet made Carrick bust out laughing when Clyde said he didn’t take the money. Carrick sadly had a feeling this was true but it didn’t really matter the fact that the incident still upset Clyde was more than entertaining. Once he stopped laughing with the pizza crust in his mouth Carrick pulled it out and over emphasized a wink in his direction, ”What ever you say half-pint, yer secret is safe with me.” the piece for crust was pulled from his mouth and thrown in the direction of the floor on Clyde’s side of the room without much thought.

Clyde shook his head. The nerve of him.

“Quit calling me an idiot. Stealing's bad even if you get away with it. So ah a lot of othah things. I suppose yo mothah and fathah nevah taught you that. And, I'm having a hard time believing yo friends ahn't into that stuff.” What he was also having a hard time believing was that Carrick even had friends. Who would want to be friends with someone as obnoxious as him?

Yet again, Carrick managed to say something very insulting. It didn't stop at that; a pizza crust was also tossed in his direction. This was the very same pizza crust that had been in Carrick's mouth and therefore was coated with his saliva and germs. Disgusted, Clyde kicked it back in Carrick's direction. He wasn't finicky, but he found the other teen's behavior positively repulsive. Throwing something that gross at someone else was a huge sign of disrespect.  Clyde was commonly one the receiving end of such words and gestures, but this was one of the worst.  His temper reached its boiling point.

“WHAT IS YO F***ING PROBLEM?!” he snapped.

If Clyde was a lot stronger, he would have punched Carrick's face in in an instant.

Carrick was slightly shocked by Clyde’s outburst. Carrick stared at him for a long while then smirked and started to laugh, ”My problem eh?” Carrick asked his laugh echoing in the room as he puffed out his chest and put his arms behind his head, ”Ain’t got no ****ing problem here boyo, seems to me yer mother never taught ya not ta cuss.” Carrick said taking a step back laughing some more, ”Makes ya sound like an Eejit.” with that last comment Carrick half expected the kid to cross the room and swing on him. Which was fine by him.

Carrick wasn’t much of a fighter and all the fights he was in in this form he had lost, most of them for the record he didn’t start, he might have instigated but he never started nor finished. Clyde however was smaller than him and unless he planned on growing up Carrick didn’t think of the kid as much of a threat.

”Look kid, I don’t know why yer acting like such a little **** about this, but if you don’t like the situation, there is the door.” Carrick said as he took a few steps closer kicking a few piles of wadded up paper and cans in Clyde’s direction.

The teen calling him out for swearing while swearing himself looked like the real idiot. Clyde hated that smirk. He could yell at Carrick all he wanted, but that smirk would still be there, taunting him.

The now positively enraged teen took a few steps to the side to position himself next to a floor lamp. His fingers tightened around it's metal pole, ready to lift it. His teenaged body was strong enough to carry that out. Yeah, pick it up and beat the jerk senseless with it.

And get into trouble on his first day at the Mansion.

No, it wasn't worth it. Carrick was just another idiot. If Clyde let himself be pushed into smacking that stupid expression of his face, he'd lose. Clyde Lambert did not want to lose to an idiot. He'd rather see the idiot humiliate himself with a loss. Instead, Clyde recalled the one thing he said to make the jerk snap.

“Yo mothah did a horrible job at raising you. I bet she's even worse of than you. In fact, if yo grandmothah is in a grave, I'm sure she's rolling in it right now, ashamed of how much her daughter screwed you up. And if she's still alive, poor her. She has to watch it all happen.  What was you mother paying attention to instead of you, anyways?  Booze?  Drugs?  Men?”

The whole time, Clyde shook his head in mock pity. He was almost daring Carrick to jump him, just so he could have an excuse to smack him with the long, metallic object he still had a hold of.

”Cute,” Carrick said when Clyde try’d to tempt him to start the fight by insulting his mother and his grandmother. It was no secret the O’Connor’s loved beer and whiskey. Carrick didn’t really care much for either but he didn’t really care for how Clyde was trying to dig for something to get him fighting. ”Think about it half-pint, you move in and hit me with a lamp? Ya think that really look good for ya?” Carrick laughed, ”Sure ya’d hit me a few times but then you’d go and call the wrath of the teachers and staff. Or ya hit me hard enough my mutation kicks in and I grow three times my size and peck yer eyes out.” Carrick started to laugh, ”I might be a trouble maker, an a thief. A fighter is one thing I’m not.” the Gryphon was.

Tempted to shift to scare the piss out of Clyde and chase him outta of Carrick’s and Kai’s room he resisted. Looking from the dying plants to his new ‘supposed’ roommate, ”You want to throw fists that’s fine but don’t bring a weapon into it unless you plan on killing me. Then where would ya go?” Carrick got into a few fights at the mansion already but it wasn’t because he was starting them, it was because he was running his mouth.

Snapping open his wings and lifting his hands up into a guard like he was taught at the circus Carrick smirked, ”Now if you want to throw down we can do this quickly or you can sleep with one eye open for insulting me mother again. I might not be the strongest kid but I’ll make sure you’ll have a very unpleasant stay in me room!”

Carrick was just like the school bullies. School bullies laughed at him for being small and weak. When he tried to fight back, they would laugh at him more. It was like people enjoyed watching him flail. He couldn't win.

“Don't let him get to me don't let him get to me don't let him get to you...” Clyde thought to himself over and over again. Carrick was just another bully, another idiot, another jerk. The world had tons of them. Clyde had to be better than him.

Slowly, he released the lamp from his hold and took a step away from it. Like it or not, he was responsible for his emotions. Beating the living daylights out of Carrick would mean huge trouble for him.

“You know, you ah a terrible human being,” he spoke. “You think stealing from that guy was fun. Sure, you tried to rationalize it, saying it was fine because he had a lot of cash. But this place gives you food and a place to stay. You wouldn't have been suffering without the money you stole. I could just tell the staff about what you did. I'm sure they don't want someone like you heah.”

Telling the staff about Carrick's hobby... Now that was something Clyde wanted to do. Seeing karma catch up to Birdbrain would be a nice change.

”Blackmail?” Carrick asked laughing, ”Maybe you aren’t such a boyscout then!” Carrick said clapping his hands. ”Maybe they don’t but I’m sure they don’t want me to go anywhere else.” Carrick mused walking over to his bed and hopping on it kicking his feet back as he looked at Clyde staring him down.

”How do you think I managed to stay here for so long? I pay to stay here and get an education.” lied Carrick his parents paid for him to go here but Clyde didn’t need to know that. Clyde also didn’t need to know that Carrick was skipping most of his classes due to them being so boring. He was much happier flying.

”Sides, you really want to try blackmailing me?” Carrick asked knowing full well this would only piss off Clyde more, ”You took the money as well. So if I’m a terrible human being what does that make you?” Carrick smirked his tail twitching with annoyance.

Carrick's antics? Not. Amusing. At all. They were immature, rude, and demeaning. Clyde didn't want to see nor hear anymore of it.

Oddly, Clyde had been told he could stay with no charge. Perhaps Birdbrain was lying. It wouldn't be the first time. If he really was paying, it was with stolen money, no doubt. Clyde somehow doubted that Birdbrain took his education seriously anyway.

“It'd be blackmail if I didn't tell the staff. I'll tell them as soon as I get the chance. And I told you I didn't take the money, idiot. Ugh, you ah way too stupid to reason with.”

Clyde would have loved to be the one to put Birdbrain in his place. Sadly, it looked like he would have to get the staff to do that for him. If all else failed, he would have to wait for some bolt of lightning to come along and fry Birdbrain instead. That would be fun to watch.

He could picture it: Birdbrain being dumb enough to recreate Benjamin Franklin's kite and key experiment with disastrous results. A very entertaining mental image indeed. Clyde gave a slight grin as he killed seriously injured Birdbrain in his imagination again and again.

”Ya can say you didn’t but you don’t have any proof you didn’t do ya?” Carrick said with a sly smirk one that has been on his face most of the day even if Clyde had been annoying him. ”Listen here whistleblower, you tell on me I’ll deny it. You don’t have any proof and proof is everything isn’t it?” he put the emphasis on the insult whistleblower hoping that Clyde would get the point. Carrick doubted it though; kid wasn’t as smart as he pretended to be.

”Look, if ya gonna be a lil baby about everything maybe you should find a different room to go to eh?” Carrick asked his foot kicking another ball of paper towards the other bed that wasn’t Carrick’s. It rolled and stopped in the middle of the floor and Carrick smirked, ”I don’t need no Debbie downer here messing up my room. Sides, I already ‘ave a roommate.” Carrick pointed to the tree that was right at the window. ”Don’t think he’d appreciate having a scam artist sleep in his bed.” Carrick said knowing full well that Kai wouldn’t be coming back.

“Don't call me a baby, you jackass!” Clyde yelled. “And I don't plan on staying! I sure as HELL don't want to shah a room with a criminal, which YOU AH, and I'M NOT. As I said, it's mutants like you who make the rest of us look like garbage!” Clyde knew it all too well. It was actions like Birdbrain's thievery that his father loved to take note of and exploit in his articles. And he didn't want to be thinking about that guy, either. He had to get out of there before things got worse.

Heading to the exit with his belongings, Clyde glared at the winged mutant one last time. “By the way, don't EVER talk to me again.” He put up his middle finger before slamming the door behind him. Out in the hallway, he balled up his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

Frickin' Carrick stupid Birdbrain idiot on wings wouldn't listen threw trash called him baby called him idiot and basically did everything to make him so angry! All he'd tried to do was get Birdbrain to listen to him, and this was how he was treated?! Clyde hate, hate, HATED THAT GUY!!!

Mentally exhausted, Clyde slumped against one of the walls. A few tears welled up, which were promptly wiped away with his sleeve. Stupid Birdbrain. Apparently, it didn't matter that this was a mutant school. In the end, there was always a person like Birdbrain who would cruelly taunt him, and that was something he would never be able to escape.