He wasn't able to ignore him. It wasn't his fault really. It wasn't his fault that the jerk seemed to have a different idea and chose to sit right in front of him. Currently, said jerk is chatting to his cousin.

Poll watches as Lia whispers to Eujae. It must be a joke or something funny because it made Eujae laugh.

Can't believe a jerk like him has this nice smile. He manages to catch himself before his thoughts totally betray him. Shut up, mind.

Eujae must have sensed him staring because he suddenly glances at Poll. Raising an inquisitive brow, he asks, "Like what you see?"

A scoff. Just what part of this jerk is not arrogant and what part of him is nice?

"Like? Yeah sure," Poll snarls, "I'd like to break that pretty face of yours."

"Why, Apollo, I had no idea that you find me pretty. I'm flattered," Eujae says but his look of scorn is telling otherwise.

Well, Eujae has a pretty face, unfairly so. Not that it changes the way Poll sees him. The face is wasted on that kind of personality anyway.

Just as Poll is about to talk back, he hears Risa mutter, "So... Are they fighting or are they flirting?"

As if the insult isn't enough, Tem and Nick answer with sniggers. Even Cloud shakes his head while smirking.

Do they think it's funny? Poll doesn't think so and he will let them know that.

Pointing his chopsticks to Eujae, Poll grouses, "Why would I be flirting with this piece-of-shit?"

"Stop pointing your chopsticks at me, asshole," Eujae growls, "I had low expectations from your manners to begin with, but still, this is damn rude of you."

"And I told you to stop telling me what to do! Stop talking me down, you dipshit!" Poll hollers, glowering.

"Your creativity with coming up with insults is so impressive. Is that the same creativity you use with your art? Must be filled with profanities too."

That's the last straw that makes Poll's hackles rise. Without considering where they are and the consequence of his actions, he stands up abruptly and throws the wooden chopsticks he's holding at Eujae. "What do you even know about my art?!"

Surprised doesn't even begin to describe Eujae's reaction as the chopsticks hit his face. For a moment, he looks confused at what happened; his eyes are wide while staring quizzically at Poll, but the expression is short-lived as it immediately turns dark. He grits his teeth, jaw tightening as he does, and narrows his eyes at the man in front of him.

A hush comes over their table but the tension is evident. Everyone is dumbfounded by what happened, including Poll. He honestly didn't mean to overreact like that but his anger got the best of him. It was too late when he realized that what he did was uncalled-for.

On his right, Poll feels Nick stand too. His friend gently grabs his shoulder as he whispers to him, "Calm down, buddy." He urges him to sit down.

Poll complies and sits back. He grips his shaking left fist with his right hand as he wills himself to cool out. All the time, he has not taken his glare off Eujae.

Within almost three years of them having squabbles with each other, Poll has seen most of Eujae's reactions. More often than not, the guy is the one who can stay collected in spite of their fights. He usually strikes back with either that infuriating composure of his or the occasional jeers. But he never reacted as he does at the moment.

This is the first time that Poll has seen him like this. It's not a simple irritation anymore. Eujae is mad. He looks like he wants to hit something or hurt someone at the moment. With Poll as his first and only choice.

"Seriously, Apollo, just how old do you think you are that you're still acting like a child?" Eujae hisses, eyes flashing dangerously, voice shaking with ire.

No one dares to speak. It seems like even their friends are not used to this side of Eujae. More than shocked, they all look intimidated now that they see their usually calm friend look dead serious.

Lia, who is sitting beside Eujae, holds her cousin's arm as if to stop him lest he's really thinking to deliver a blow to Poll. She turns to the male Torres twin and sends him a reluctant smile. It is hard to tell if the smile is out of compassion or disappointment, but Poll would not be surprised if it's the latter.

Standing up, Cloud goes behind Eujae. He too taps his friend's shoulder and reminds him, "You too, man. You have to cool down."

Like a stubborn little boy who is being scolded, Poll looks down. He is still mad too but he can't even defend himself this time. He is aware that he went overboard. Be that as it may, he can't bring himself to apologize to his enemy.

He hears rustling in front of him, followed by Eujae's voice.

"I'm sorry, I need to excuse myself first." The restraint in his tone is unmistakable.

Poll flinches when a pair of chopsticks fall on the side of the table in front of him. He blinks. Those are the same ones that he'd chucked at Eujae.

Biting his lower lip, Poll thinks it would have been better if Eujae had tossed it at his face too. That would have made them equally horrible.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a bitter smile. Of course, Eujae had to make it seem like Poll is the only immature person here.

He keeps his head down even when he hears Lia say, "I'll go after him so I have to leave too."

Another dead silence. And Poll can feel his friends giving him a look. Great, they must be also thinking how childish he is.

Ah, he feels like shit right now. He wants to go home too. He wants to stay in his room and do something that will make him feel better.

He wants to sit in front of his computer and play games.

Or maybe he would just grab his sketchbook and pencils, and he would let out his frustrations through them.

Or Gaele. That's right. Gaele. He badly wants to talk to him right now.