All the way to her place, Shandi would not stop talking. The never-ending stream of comments and complaints lasted right until I threatened to stick a metal pole up her ass. After that, she was silent right up to the front door, when she responded with "That would be kinky."
Cyrae, Shandi's older sister, is just a green, slightly taller, much bustier version of Shandi. She was the only person around to raise her young sister, seeing as both parents had died years before. She was the only actual mother figure to Shandi, but the two of us had a rather odd history. I should explain. A few years ago, back when my brother hadn't been around, I was known in my school for being... a good guy, if you will. While I was going around kicking wannabe thugs in the nuts, Cyrae was sneaking around like the cobra she was, seducing people, collecting all sorts of information for us to use. This was the mutual agreement from the moment we met: She would be the smart one, I would be the one who punched people in the dicks and laughed at them. While we weren't trying to humiliate people, we were usually just normal people, sitting around and doing homework. Thing is, when you mess around with popular kids, if they don't lose all of their friends, they will USE those friends to come back at you. This only happened once, but it certainly hurt.
Two boys approached us near the end of the year. One grabbed Cyrae by the shirt and slammed her into a locker, the other slammed me into her. For, like, five minutes they were tossing us around, meanwhile I was kicking and punching with every ounce of energy I had. Cyrae went crazy and nearly ripped some guy's neck out, and got punched in the face for it. Shandi showed up, some other boy showed up, and it turned into an all-out riot, everybody getting slammed into stuff and beaten to dust. It was awesome. Then: "STOP!" We all turned, to find the eyes of Shade L'mani staring back at us. Shade was, and probably still is, the most dangerous girl to ever exist. What happened next is a little demonstration. The two boys who started it got these smug grins on their faces and approached her, starting one of those awkward flirting type conversation. She played along, to the point where one guy tried to kiss her. She obliged, only to where their lips were about to meet. She then suddenly went to his neck and bit down, HARD. Blood sprayed everywhere, the guy screamed, then she punched him in the solar plexus. His buddy tried to hit her, she broke his wrist with one graceful swoosh of her arm. They were both yelling. Cyrae and Shandi were frozen in fear, I was more impressed then anything. She walked up to me, finally noticing I was there. "Well, well... I see you've got yourself in yet ANOTHER mess I had to clean up." She put her hand on my shoulder. "How many more times do I have to hurt people to keep you out of trouble, Dia?" She ran her claws down the side of my neck, making tiny little scratches near my collarbone. "Look, girl, I dunno who you are-" Cyrae started, only for me to wave her off. Shade smiled. "Wise choice. Nobody else needs to get hurt today, but I think you owe me a little something... come meet me at my house after school." She turned on her heel and left. Cyrae and Shandi looked at me quizzically. "Uh... she's a friend." I said, more shakily then I had planned, and for the first time I noticed those little scratches were bleeding.
"DIA!" I opened my eyes to Shandi's hand in front of my face. "You were staring at the wall for like five minutes! What the hell!" I sighed. "I have no idea."