Valerie glared at Danny. "I don't want to talk to you anymore." She turned up her nose, an air of betterness in her aura.
He thought back, desperately. There was nothing he could think of he had done wrong. In fact, he had only done what was right to her, for her. "Don't I deserve an explanation? You've been venting to Tucker – you need to tell me what's wrong."
She flared her nostrils, a 'humph' escaping her lips. "Back off, Danny. Tucker's my friend, too. I can talk to him if I want to."
Danny threw his books on the floor, angry. "You are impossible! I've done everything I possibly could for you! I've been there for you for every stupid problem, even all the ones you created for yourself! I went out of my way to be around you when you wanted me to be! I cleared my plans, and drove way too far way too many times! And now you decide you are throwing me out?! Used tissue syndrome, right? Use him, lose him; is that what you are doing? Fine, if that's how you want it, fine. You don't need me? Fine. I'll freaking get out of your life."
"I didn't ask you to do all that crap! You are so giving me bull, Fenton. I don't even want to hear it. Just go running back to your little pretend girlfriend. If you think that Manson is better than me, I don't care. Get out of my life."
He jammed his hands in his pockets. Danny's mouth tasted metallic and salty, and he realized he was tasting his own blood. He stopped biting his lip, but the bitter sensation stayed as he walked away from her.
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Feelings after me and my best friend had a huge fight. Only instead of me and her, it's Danny and Val. I didn't feel like using Sam though, because I like her too much, even though she would totally fight willingly with Danny. Sorry it's so short. Anyway.