Title: Spoonful of sugar
Author: Me
Disclaimer: yeah yeah yeah.
Note: I'M SOOOO SORRY!!! i know i know, it's still shorter than my attention span, but bare with me here. I try ok! I try!
Rating: Pg-13...swearing...c'mon swear more!
Now I know that I'm obsessed because staring at her eating cereal isn't supposed to be this agonizing. This is the first time I've actually ever wanted to be a spoon. I bow my head as the tension gets thick when Barbara comes into the room. We're all trying our best to ignore it. I don't think anyone has had an actual conversation since the night before, but the funny thing is that no one knows why we're not talking. I'm not even sure. Helena and Barbara tried knocking on my door and to my attention but since I'm a stubborn, I just stayed in bed. Not even a whisper. Eventually they left and I fell asleep, trying as I could to not think of Helena. But I let myself down. I can't not think of her. I'm shaked out of my thoughts when the angel herself calls my name.
"Huh, wha?" I look at her dazed.
"I asked if ytou were ready for training." She looks at me through hooded eyes. I think she's afraid that she upset me, something that's all kinds of impossible.
Furrowing my brow and giving a small smile, I say 'ok' and leave the kitchen table to get ready.
We're in the training room, both a little out of ourselves. She absently mutters something about agility training and we fall into the same routine of punches and kicks, not saying anything to each other. After a short break, we end up in sparring stances, ready to attack. Looking at her head on, a feeling starts to rise in me that I never thought was possible. Hate. I hate her for being so unattainable and for torturing me like she does. I hate her for being so beautiful, for being so self-destructive. I hate her for being her. I hate her for driving me crazy with everything she does. I hate the fact that of all people, I love her. Right now, all I want to do is kick her ass.
Driving straight into her, the collision is swift, our bodies forced together and then into a wall. Clashing with everything on the way. I hear a scream, I'm not sure whose it is. My arms are flailing and my legs are everywhere at once. I'm not even sure if I hit her or not but I continue slamming into her over and over again. Then I'm on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, breathing rapidly. She's standing near me, yelling words I never knew existed until finally she catches her breath and stops.
"Why won't you just tell us what's wrong. Tell me?" She's hovering over me with those invasive blue eyes, peeling me away. "Dinah," She breathes.
Still stuck in my shell of hate, I stare at her blankly and say very clearly, "Fuck you."
Helena blinks a couple of times, then just asks bluntly, "What the hell is your dysfunction?! We've tried our best to help you, hell for a moment, I thought that I actually liked you! Jesus, I know we all have our issues here but for godsakes, won't you just throw a us fucking bone!?"
I push myself off the ground and stand infront of her, eye to eye. After a long pause, I come to a realization. I can hate her for making me crazy all I want but in the end, despite my suck ass way of showing it, I love her. Annoyed with myself, I stare at her a little longer.
She's angry and frustrated and I really want that look on her face to go away. So I step towards her, my common sense a million miles away, grab her head and pull her down for a kiss. Or whatever you want to call it. It was rough and abrupt and not at all what I imagined what our first kiss would be. I push her away and wait for the twisting feeling rise out of my stomach. I feel torn and disappointed and of all the damn things, disgusted with myself. Half wanting to apologize and half wanting to kill myself, I run away, leaving her alone in the room. I never noticed that I was crying.
a/n: I'M TRYING OK!!
Author: Me
Disclaimer: yeah yeah yeah.
Note: I'M SOOOO SORRY!!! i know i know, it's still shorter than my attention span, but bare with me here. I try ok! I try!
Rating: Pg-13...swearing...c'mon swear more!
Now I know that I'm obsessed because staring at her eating cereal isn't supposed to be this agonizing. This is the first time I've actually ever wanted to be a spoon. I bow my head as the tension gets thick when Barbara comes into the room. We're all trying our best to ignore it. I don't think anyone has had an actual conversation since the night before, but the funny thing is that no one knows why we're not talking. I'm not even sure. Helena and Barbara tried knocking on my door and to my attention but since I'm a stubborn, I just stayed in bed. Not even a whisper. Eventually they left and I fell asleep, trying as I could to not think of Helena. But I let myself down. I can't not think of her. I'm shaked out of my thoughts when the angel herself calls my name.
"Huh, wha?" I look at her dazed.
"I asked if ytou were ready for training." She looks at me through hooded eyes. I think she's afraid that she upset me, something that's all kinds of impossible.
Furrowing my brow and giving a small smile, I say 'ok' and leave the kitchen table to get ready.
We're in the training room, both a little out of ourselves. She absently mutters something about agility training and we fall into the same routine of punches and kicks, not saying anything to each other. After a short break, we end up in sparring stances, ready to attack. Looking at her head on, a feeling starts to rise in me that I never thought was possible. Hate. I hate her for being so unattainable and for torturing me like she does. I hate her for being so beautiful, for being so self-destructive. I hate her for being her. I hate her for driving me crazy with everything she does. I hate the fact that of all people, I love her. Right now, all I want to do is kick her ass.
Driving straight into her, the collision is swift, our bodies forced together and then into a wall. Clashing with everything on the way. I hear a scream, I'm not sure whose it is. My arms are flailing and my legs are everywhere at once. I'm not even sure if I hit her or not but I continue slamming into her over and over again. Then I'm on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, breathing rapidly. She's standing near me, yelling words I never knew existed until finally she catches her breath and stops.
"Why won't you just tell us what's wrong. Tell me?" She's hovering over me with those invasive blue eyes, peeling me away. "Dinah," She breathes.
Still stuck in my shell of hate, I stare at her blankly and say very clearly, "Fuck you."
Helena blinks a couple of times, then just asks bluntly, "What the hell is your dysfunction?! We've tried our best to help you, hell for a moment, I thought that I actually liked you! Jesus, I know we all have our issues here but for godsakes, won't you just throw a us fucking bone!?"
I push myself off the ground and stand infront of her, eye to eye. After a long pause, I come to a realization. I can hate her for making me crazy all I want but in the end, despite my suck ass way of showing it, I love her. Annoyed with myself, I stare at her a little longer.
She's angry and frustrated and I really want that look on her face to go away. So I step towards her, my common sense a million miles away, grab her head and pull her down for a kiss. Or whatever you want to call it. It was rough and abrupt and not at all what I imagined what our first kiss would be. I push her away and wait for the twisting feeling rise out of my stomach. I feel torn and disappointed and of all the damn things, disgusted with myself. Half wanting to apologize and half wanting to kill myself, I run away, leaving her alone in the room. I never noticed that I was crying.
a/n: I'M TRYING OK!!