Arizona's POV

I wish he stayed here. So I could try again. Pierce makes me unusually angry, and I want to show him that I'm not weak.

But that would mean lying.

I'm pretty weak. I've taken mind over matter to the extreme. Being smart is better than being strong. However, through these 10 years of school I've come to terms that if you're fighting someone it will not help to name the base multiplication facts.

You can't get an A in bully prevention.

Maybe that's why I don't care too much about beating Pierce at his own game.

He hates me, and I hate him. There's no game to hatred and he needs to know that. Then again, I was the one talking about beating him at his own game so I should need to know that too.

I just wish he was a bit more considerate! "Could you just" effing... "shut up already?" It's so mean! He needs to get a hold of himself. At least he should stop cussing so much. He called me a… testicular object… earlier too! See how I said that? It was called… sarcasm- you know what, it doesn't matter. My jokes don't matter.

Pierce's POV

For the love of Arceus that girl got on my nerves! Was she just trying to fucking upset me? It's so unholy of that bitch. What was her name again? Oh yeah, that weird ass name, Arizona. But then again I'll admit she did look kinda hot. You see here, I'm what motherfuckers call a 'bad boy'. I'm the maxed out version of this 'bad boy' thing. And I notice shit some guy wouldn't notice. That Arizona chick was totally checking me out!

I don't get why, she seems like too much of a goddamn smartass. She wouldn't be interested in me. Or anyone. She's too busy bitching about some B- than some dick turning her down like most hos in these woods.

She definitely has a thing for this face. Who wouldn't? My snout is downright fucking perfect and my fur is as black as the night. She wants to get with this shit.

But I don't want to get with that shit. That shit that she got? Yeah, it's weird and fucking dumb. Disappointed. Normally it's the sluts in the woods who try getting into my fur, not some dumbass psychic-type goodie goodie.

Arizona's POV

What was I thinking? I walked into the woods to follow Pierce. I'm so stupid I'm surprised my lowest grade is a B-. I would've thought that would be my highest score after today.

The woods were dark, perfect for dark-types. I wish I could tell the time out here. I could be out here for weeks and not find Pierce.
I'd be so late to dinner.

These are some of the biggest woods in the world… Pierce could have gone anywhere. It's upsetting. I want to find him, but I don't actually have a reason why. Crap… What will I say when I find him? He'll be mad… he'll call me a stalker.

I got too deep in thought again. I banged straight into a tree.

The sharp bark caught me off guard. I screeched and immediately heard a bunch of rustling next to me in some bushes. I was less interested in the pain and more in horror as Pierce emerged from the bushes. He was fuming and more intimidating than I've ever seen. His eyes were shining like a flashlight and his teeth bared. I shut my eyes immediately. Blood poured down my face and when I opened my left eye partway I caught a glance of Pierce.

He looked much different.

Shocked.

Confused.

And dare I say…

Worried?

I couldn't believe my giant ears when I heard him whisper some simple words…

"Arizona, you're hurt..."

My eyes shot open. Like the tree, his words caught me off guard. I took about five steps back and panted. He got angry again but I could still see the worry in his eyes. I blinked and could feel the cold, red, blood running down my cheek. I was scared of what Pierce thought a bit less now that I realized how major the situation was. The wound was cut deep. I was terrified and as an instinct I began crying my eyes out.

Pierce's POV

She followed me into the woods? She's a psychic type, I don't remember anything about them crossing into dark-type territory.

I'll admit, I was fucking worried about the poor girl. Her eyes were cut as well as her goddamn cheeks… blood stuck to clumps of fur.

I was not fucking thinking when I whispered the words. I sounded way too fucking worried.

"Arizona, you're hurt..."

Arceus, I sounded like a fuckboy. That was not how I'd treat this good girl. She's not into that sex shit. She just wants to be goddamn valedictorian when she graduates. That's all she cares about.

Realization struck me hard as shit when I realized that she was practically crying blood. Damn… She needs help ASAP. Poor, poor, thing…

I called the woods' nurse. She can deal with this shit, I'm fucking sure of this shit… I really goddamn hope that fucker can help her.

Why am I cussing so goddamn much? She doesn't matter to anyone, I fucking hate her guts. I regretted my next words.

"Never mind, nurse… She's okay!"

I regretted my next actions worse.

I fucking left.

I left Arizona to die in the grass.
I'm such a goddamn fucking dick… But my conscious told me 'Ah, no, if you go back you'll look dumb as fuck, remember your reputation as a bad boy…!'

And I walked back through the woods.