"What!?" Dee bellowed, blinking his eyes rapidly. He looked at Diana, trying to see if the younger girl was pulling his leg or not, but the look she sported told him she was being absolutely serious.
"I swear!" Diana said, putting her hands on her thin hips, "I overheard him talking under his breath and at first I thought he was talking about one of those slutty cheerleaders, but..."
Diana paused, knowing that Dee was seething; his face was red and she could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.
"I'm sorry," Diana said, as if it were her fault or something; she just couldn't help feeling bad for being the rearer of something like this.
Dee waved a hand, "it's not your fault, dolt," he muttered, turning away the blond.
Sighing, Diana bent down picking up her backpack. She then rushed for first period.
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Dee strolled down the hallway, with a purpose in mind. His arms were at his sides, his fist clinched.
People that saw him coming their way, quickly stepped out his way, perturbed by the look in his eyes.
If looks could kill, any one of those students would be dead; Dee stared at each and everyone, his gaze never wavering.
"Yo, buddy," Some brave soul said, walking up to Dee; the teen patted him on the back, "what's eating you?"
Looking at the teen, Dee took a deep breath, "what are you talking about, Kyle?" He asked, sounding confused by the other's words.
"I mean, you look ready to go of at any moment... I was sorta scared to approach you," Kyle admitted.
Dee grinned a eerie smile, making a chill go up Kyle's back. "I was looking for Berkeley; you seen him?"
"That dimwit?" Kyle rolled his eyes. "Last I heard, he and the other football goons were in the locker room..."
"Thanks," Dee said, leaving Kyle confused as he sped walked toward the Gym Room.
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"Bad, bad, bad," Diana groaned, holding her head. Drake and JJ walked up to her, being lovey dovey as ever; holding hands and giving each other 'those' kinds of looks.
With a sigh, Diana turned to the boys, "this morning I told Dee I overheard that fat ass Berkeley talking about Ryo and now I'm sure that Dee is going to beat him up or something..."
"When you say 'talk'-" Drake started.
"Did you know Berkeley is bi?" Diana said, not at all surprised when she saw the shocked looks on the lover's faces. It was no secret that Berkeley Rose bad mouthed anyone different then him; gays, jews, people with disfigurements and disabilities, so hearing he was bi, well...
"What a lowlife hypocrite!" JJ spat.
"Yeah," Diana said, "and when I say 'talk' I mean he was totally talking about Ryo like the guys a piece of meet..." Diana crossed her arms. It really, really upset her that someone she actually superficially liked was such an ass. Why couldn't he be just as ugly as his personality?
"He's only fifteen, so thank God he has time to grow up a little," Drake muttered.
"For the sake of the person he ends up with, I hope he grows up soon," JJ said, giving Diana a sidelong look. When he looked away from her a little sadness could be seen flashing before his eyes.
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Berkeley glared at Dee, blood running down his lip, where Dee had haled off and hit him without even a warning.
"What in God's name is wrong with you, Dee!?" The blond yelled, rubbing his lip. He picked himself off the ground, then started to advance toward Dee, anger in his eyes.
"Ryo is mine!" Dee spat, grabbing Berkeley by the shirt. "So stay away from him, or next time I hit you, I won't be so gentle."
"You call that gentle!?"
"Oh yes," Dee smirked, "I held back so much for my own sake. It wouldn't look good for me to become a murderer, now would it?"
Berkeley visibly paled, sensing just how angry Dee actually was.
"Another thing, grow up. You don't know how your crud actions affect people who actually like you..."
With that, Dee let go of Berkeley and strode out of the locker room.
With a confused look on his face, Berkeley blinked. Who liked him?
A/N Please review. Sorry for such a short chapter.