My anger grew as hot as lava and I turned red from head to toe.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Tails and Knuckles ran up behind me with worried faces.

I didn't answer. I zipped through the crowd and knocked the orange hedgehog – a.k.a. Will Zackman – to the ground. I took hold of his shirt collar, just hoping to choke him to death! I heard Amy gasp and an object clatter to the floor.

I glared menacingly at the orange animal, who looked so terrified I would have laughed if I weren't so fuming! "Listen here, Zackman!" I growled, "If you lay a hand – no – a FINGER on Amy and you will wish you'd have never been born! Got that !"

All he did was nod

I got off him, but still held onto his collar and dragged him over to Knuckles, "Would you take him to the police? File a report of assault?"

He nodded and took him out of my hands, walking out of the empty building.

I had a feeling we wouldn't see Will Zackman for a long time.

"Are you okay, Amy? This cut looks pretty deep."

I turned and knelt down next to Tails and looked at Amy's cuts. She had one long one down the lower part of her right leg and a small gash on the side of her neck, both of them still bleeding.

Suddenly she had her arms around my neck, not tight enough to kill me, but still tight. "Thank you, Sonic! You saved me again!"

I chuckled, all anger washed away. "Don't I always?" I replied and, without thinking, hugged her back.

"Do you think you can walk?" Tails asked.

Amy and I" let go of each other and she slowly stood up. She took one step and seemed to be fine.

"I think so." She uncertainly answered.

Then she took a step with her cut leg. She wobbled and nearly crashed to the floor. I caught her around the waist, and also wobbled, but soon regained enough balance for the two of us.

"Let's answer that question with a 'no'." I advised.

Tails crawled over to us, stroking and prodding the sides of her foot – long gash. Blood was still gushing out of it, soaking her black flats and staining the tile.

"It's a good thing I have a first – aid kit. But it won't be enough; you're going to need stitches. Could you set her down Sonic?"

This was the moment I remembered I had my arms around her waist. I slightly shook my head at my actions and leaned her backward, picked her up bridal – style, and sat on a blood – free patch of floor, placing her in my lap.

Tails pulled a small red case with a white cross on it from his book bag. He began cleaning her leg and neck with an antiseptic cloth.

"Ow," she quietly hissed, slightly pulling away from Tails hand and closer to me. Tails didn't seem to notice.

I took hold of her hand and gave it a small squeeze of assurance – and the cleaning continued.

"Well, that should hold you." Tails remarked as he finished wrapping the limb in several layers of gauze. There was nothing we could do for her neck except clean and put medicine on it. "But it won't last for long. I'm gonna go get the nurse." And he ran off.

Amy turned her body around in my lap to face me. "Sonic, how did you know?"

"Well, besides the screaming –"she blushed, "– I was on my way to your locker to drop the stuff off you left in class this morning . . . " My voice trailed.

She was staring absentmindedly into my eyes, her lips moving in small movements as if she were trying to silently tell me something.

"Ow!" she put in, rubbing the mark on her neck and looked away.

I could have kicked myself at the moment. It was my entire fault, her injuries. If I had gotten there sooner, she wouldn't be hurting right now. She looked back at me, and her eyes were no longer their usual brightness. I leaned close to her ear, "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."

And then I did something she nor I would have ever never expected.

I kissed (wait for it) from her warm forehead down to her soft cheek. (Mwahahahahahahahahahaha! *cough cough* . . . tee hee. For all of you who like the romance of Sonamy Stories, this ought to hold ya 'til the real thing)

"Oh my!"

I lifted my face from hers to find that Tails and the nurse, Ms. Caroline. She strolled over to us and knelt down in front of Ame's bandaged leg.

I don't know if she saw what I did.

But Tails sure did! I looked up at him and he was smirking, holding a pair of crutches. He gave me a wink and I blushed.

"Alright, dear. Let's get you onto these crutches and down to my office. I've got everything you need!" The nurse took hold of Amy's arms and pulled her onto her feet. I kept my hands around her waist at all times until she was safely on the whatever – you – call – thems.

We all walked a few feet before I saw the knife covered in blood on the floor. My early anger grew back, coursing through my head with so many plots of revenge.

"Sonic?"

Amy pointed her head down the hallway. "Are you coming?"

"Go on." I called, waving a hand for them to shoo. "I'll be there in a minute."

Curiosity struck in her Jade green eyes, but shrugged and went on.

I waited for the three of them to be out of sight before I picked up the red and silver object. I leaned against the lockers, tossing the dagger in my hand.

. - + * + - .

Maybe I did like her. I mean, it could be true, with the way I've been acting and thinking about her lately. And even Tails realized it.

I stared at my hand gripping the sharp knife, glaring at it. My hand tightened around it and the blade fell off, the rest becoming black dust in my hand.

I walked out of the school around midnight after serving more than my fair share of detention. I guess I would have been home sooner . . . if I hadn't been blowing spit wads . . . or throwing paper airplanes . . . or talking – whether it was on my phone or to someone sitting next to me.

"Nea – ha – ha – ha – ha!"

I sighed and shook my head. I knew that voice anywhere.

"Long time, no see, Eggman! Where've you been? Hopefully shaving that hideous, hairy caterpillar you call a mustache?"

"Still got an attitude, I see?"

"You got that right, egg breath!"

"No matter, that manner will turn into respect once I'm through with you!"

"Bring it on, big, fat and ugly!"

"Be prepared to meet . . . Eggxecutioner!"

Then he dropped a tiny robot in front of me.

It didn't talk.

It didn't shoot.

It didn't move.

It stayed still.

I blankly stared at the toy. Was he kidding? Come on, Eggman! You can make better junk that this scrawny thing!

I kicked it and it fell over.

"Oh no! You destroyed my robot! Retreat!" and he flew off without a backward glance.

I slowly began to walk again, confused.

Sometimes . . . Eggman was just plain . . . weird.