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Wendy!
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I watched Rory leave, she had lied to me, and when Ace kissed her, I could have retched, it was all wet and fish-like. Disgusting.
I turned to Chris to see him glaring at Ace, Ace was looking at me, it wasn't like he was checking me out, more like seeing how different I looked, how I'd changed rapidly overnight. I ran a hand through my shoulder-length hair, uncomfortable with the attention of Ace's eyes.
"You're a fucking moron." Chris spat at Ace, looking at him like a pile of dirt.
Ace obviously seemed annoyed at and then smirked, "Christopher, surely you learnt years ago how valuable manners are?"
The rest of the Cobras chuckled as Ace rubbed his hands together, cracking his knuckles, I gulped, I'd seen him do that before fights.
"Yeah, well," Chris stated. "When protecting a friend is a case, I don't give a flying fuck about manners."
"Friends, are you sure it's just friends?" Ace claimed looking between myself and Chris. "Can't you just imagine it guys?" He said taking a step back and folding his arms across his chest, "The Duck and Faggot in wedded bliss?" He smirked again.
A small group of students had gathered around us, surveying the scene that was sure to turn into a fight, with unlucky me in the middle of it. I turned back to Chris once again, I could almost make out the smoke coming from his ears.
He stood defiantly in front of Ace, and as if in a guy code, Ace accepted the challenge that I couldn't see, Ace nodded his head and said: "If you want to get rough with the big boys, Chris, you can get rough." He then turned to me. "Duck? Hope you know first aid, you might have to tend to lover boy's wounds."
Ace cracked his knuckles once again and was about to punch Chris in the face when something inside me wanted to do what Chris had done for me.
I pushed Chris aside, he attempted to protect me, and I was going to return the favour. Ace didn't notice the quick movement and preceded with the punch, his fist connected with my face on my right cheekbone, flesh smushed and bone bruised.
The force of the blow knocked my to the ground on my left side, I whimpered as I fell, I still had bruises from my ordeal yesterday with the bookcase. My eyes closed and when I opened them, more people seemed to have gathered around us, Chris was looking at me, he asked me if I was okay as he helped me to my feet, tears gathered and one trickled down my cheek, I choked back a sob.
I glanced at Ace and hitting a woman didn't seem new to him, he looked utterly unfazed, he sighed, "Oh dear, looks like our little duck is turning into a panda."
"Fuck you." I muttered as I brushed any dirt that I may of had on my clothes.
"What?" He said, he emphasized his point by holding his hand up to his ear.
"Fuck you," I repeated. Looking him dead in the eye. "You think you're so great and wonderful, but you're not. You think you're so tough but you're just a little boy, you drive around in your car with your childish gang while putting people down. But you're not tough, the people that are tough are the people that you put down, the ones that you bully, the ones that come to school everyday knowing that they're gunna get shit from you." Tears trickled down my face, and a sensation flowed through my body, confidence was boosted and I felt like I was floating, higher than anyone or anything.
Everyone was looking at me, shocked by my words, no one that I can ever remember had stood up to Ace Merrill before, the guy himself seemed the most surprised.
He was stood there gawking at me, resembling something like a fish was again, he shook his head disapprovingly and rubbed his temples, then lighting a cigarette he looked up at me.
"Duck, Duck, Duck..." He mumbled, "When did you become good-looking enough to be heard?"
I almost fell back from the floaty feeling, I looked at him, for the first time in years, he looked unappealing, like a slimy worm. I slapped him, the noise was heard along with sounds of gasps, I looked at him up and down, "Chris was half right, not only are you a fucking moron, you're a dickless piece of shit too." I turned and walked away, squeezing through the crowds, leaving a fuming Ace Merrill to boil and probably plan my murder.
I jogged slowly to the classroom and heard footsteps behind me, Chris put his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me with concern in his blue eyes.
"Fine, I shouldn't have a bruise for long." I replied my head still looking forward.
"Not that, I mean, you just called Ace Merrill dickless, you haven't been on medication and not told me about it have you?"
I shook my head, "One of the great lessons my brother taught me, 'To insult a guy, mention his manhood in a bad way,'" I smiled proudly.
"Or, in Ace's case, say that he doesn't even have a manhood."
"Yeah, that also works."
We giggled as we continued to walk to the classroom.
#*#Author's Note#*#
Ello' Ello' what's this we 'ave 'ere then? Three chapters in less then two days you say? Yes I do. You do? Yes. Really? Yes. My Golly Gosh, are you absolutely sure, old bean? ::growls in frustration and shoots her other personality, the annoyingly British one:: It is quite shocking though how quickly myself and SophIe have updated, almost disturbing... which reminds me, a small note to my 'ole buddy 'ole pal SophIe:
You haven't by any chance seen my monkeys have you? They were in the cage this morning and I don't know where they are... and ::sobs:: I can't find my little Henry either, you remember Henry - my little munch kin who giggled when you prodded him in the belly... all I can find are his little green pants :wails:: The monkeys could have taken him or eaten him!!!!! Either that or Melanie Blake is playing a really mean joke on mommy.
So a note to the readers, I know what I may have just said has probably freaked you guys out and confused you, but please, pray for my little Henry... he was so young, with his tiny body, shiny little boots, wrinkled eyes and grey beard... ~Promised myself I wouldn't get emotional~ On a lighter note reviews are welcome, much welcome.
Fare Thee Well! - Ye' ugly buggers, you ::shoots down arrogant Scottish personality, then smiles sweetly at readers::
Wendy!
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I watched Rory leave, she had lied to me, and when Ace kissed her, I could have retched, it was all wet and fish-like. Disgusting.
I turned to Chris to see him glaring at Ace, Ace was looking at me, it wasn't like he was checking me out, more like seeing how different I looked, how I'd changed rapidly overnight. I ran a hand through my shoulder-length hair, uncomfortable with the attention of Ace's eyes.
"You're a fucking moron." Chris spat at Ace, looking at him like a pile of dirt.
Ace obviously seemed annoyed at and then smirked, "Christopher, surely you learnt years ago how valuable manners are?"
The rest of the Cobras chuckled as Ace rubbed his hands together, cracking his knuckles, I gulped, I'd seen him do that before fights.
"Yeah, well," Chris stated. "When protecting a friend is a case, I don't give a flying fuck about manners."
"Friends, are you sure it's just friends?" Ace claimed looking between myself and Chris. "Can't you just imagine it guys?" He said taking a step back and folding his arms across his chest, "The Duck and Faggot in wedded bliss?" He smirked again.
A small group of students had gathered around us, surveying the scene that was sure to turn into a fight, with unlucky me in the middle of it. I turned back to Chris once again, I could almost make out the smoke coming from his ears.
He stood defiantly in front of Ace, and as if in a guy code, Ace accepted the challenge that I couldn't see, Ace nodded his head and said: "If you want to get rough with the big boys, Chris, you can get rough." He then turned to me. "Duck? Hope you know first aid, you might have to tend to lover boy's wounds."
Ace cracked his knuckles once again and was about to punch Chris in the face when something inside me wanted to do what Chris had done for me.
I pushed Chris aside, he attempted to protect me, and I was going to return the favour. Ace didn't notice the quick movement and preceded with the punch, his fist connected with my face on my right cheekbone, flesh smushed and bone bruised.
The force of the blow knocked my to the ground on my left side, I whimpered as I fell, I still had bruises from my ordeal yesterday with the bookcase. My eyes closed and when I opened them, more people seemed to have gathered around us, Chris was looking at me, he asked me if I was okay as he helped me to my feet, tears gathered and one trickled down my cheek, I choked back a sob.
I glanced at Ace and hitting a woman didn't seem new to him, he looked utterly unfazed, he sighed, "Oh dear, looks like our little duck is turning into a panda."
"Fuck you." I muttered as I brushed any dirt that I may of had on my clothes.
"What?" He said, he emphasized his point by holding his hand up to his ear.
"Fuck you," I repeated. Looking him dead in the eye. "You think you're so great and wonderful, but you're not. You think you're so tough but you're just a little boy, you drive around in your car with your childish gang while putting people down. But you're not tough, the people that are tough are the people that you put down, the ones that you bully, the ones that come to school everyday knowing that they're gunna get shit from you." Tears trickled down my face, and a sensation flowed through my body, confidence was boosted and I felt like I was floating, higher than anyone or anything.
Everyone was looking at me, shocked by my words, no one that I can ever remember had stood up to Ace Merrill before, the guy himself seemed the most surprised.
He was stood there gawking at me, resembling something like a fish was again, he shook his head disapprovingly and rubbed his temples, then lighting a cigarette he looked up at me.
"Duck, Duck, Duck..." He mumbled, "When did you become good-looking enough to be heard?"
I almost fell back from the floaty feeling, I looked at him, for the first time in years, he looked unappealing, like a slimy worm. I slapped him, the noise was heard along with sounds of gasps, I looked at him up and down, "Chris was half right, not only are you a fucking moron, you're a dickless piece of shit too." I turned and walked away, squeezing through the crowds, leaving a fuming Ace Merrill to boil and probably plan my murder.
I jogged slowly to the classroom and heard footsteps behind me, Chris put his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me with concern in his blue eyes.
"Fine, I shouldn't have a bruise for long." I replied my head still looking forward.
"Not that, I mean, you just called Ace Merrill dickless, you haven't been on medication and not told me about it have you?"
I shook my head, "One of the great lessons my brother taught me, 'To insult a guy, mention his manhood in a bad way,'" I smiled proudly.
"Or, in Ace's case, say that he doesn't even have a manhood."
"Yeah, that also works."
We giggled as we continued to walk to the classroom.
#*#Author's Note#*#
Ello' Ello' what's this we 'ave 'ere then? Three chapters in less then two days you say? Yes I do. You do? Yes. Really? Yes. My Golly Gosh, are you absolutely sure, old bean? ::growls in frustration and shoots her other personality, the annoyingly British one:: It is quite shocking though how quickly myself and SophIe have updated, almost disturbing... which reminds me, a small note to my 'ole buddy 'ole pal SophIe:
You haven't by any chance seen my monkeys have you? They were in the cage this morning and I don't know where they are... and ::sobs:: I can't find my little Henry either, you remember Henry - my little munch kin who giggled when you prodded him in the belly... all I can find are his little green pants :wails:: The monkeys could have taken him or eaten him!!!!! Either that or Melanie Blake is playing a really mean joke on mommy.
So a note to the readers, I know what I may have just said has probably freaked you guys out and confused you, but please, pray for my little Henry... he was so young, with his tiny body, shiny little boots, wrinkled eyes and grey beard... ~Promised myself I wouldn't get emotional~ On a lighter note reviews are welcome, much welcome.
Fare Thee Well! - Ye' ugly buggers, you ::shoots down arrogant Scottish personality, then smiles sweetly at readers::
