Angela is pissed at me. Like, seriously pissed. Her actual words were, "I'm so mad I could slap you."
Well, I guess I should say "was pissed" but I'm not entirely sure she isn't still mad at me. Girls can be weird like that. … Not that I'm not a girl of course. I just mean other girls. In general. I'm not like that. No one ever has to wonder if I'm mad at them. Ya know what, never mind.
Anyway, she came over today, and she started screaming at me about two seconds after I opened the door. She didn't push me or hit me or anything, but she definitely looked like she wanted to. She kept clenching her fingers like she wanted to strangle me actually.
I honestly have no memory of backing up, but the next thing I remember after opening the door and her screaming at me was tripping over the couch.
I really didn't know how to respond to it. I mean, my first instinct was to hit her, but she's my friend and I didn't want to hit my friend. At least, not unless she had tried to hit me. Kinda wish she had. That I could handle. Instead she screamed at me at me for awhile about Dillon. Wanting to know what was wrong with me that I roughed him up over some pictures of us at a festival. How she hadn't even gotten her copies of the pictures yet. How Dillon was a sweetie and or a cutie(she alternated) and how he didn't deserve that.
Marcus just stood there looking amused. Bastard.
So when she finally finished she stood there and asked me what I had to say for myself.
I didn't have much. I mean, I just reacted the way I was trained. No photo's. Destroy any that are taken. I didn't even realize he'd taken so many. I thought I'd avoided him taking pictures of me, so when I saw all the pictures I just... reacted.
Maybe Angela was right and I overreacted. I didn't have to fight with him about it at all. I just... couldn't have all those pictures of me out there. What if someone thought there was a resemblance between Mindy Maccready and Hit Girl and compared them?
Couldn't really say that to her though.
So I just stared at her for a second and said, "Uh...I'm sorry?"
She just said, "Tell it to Dillon." and stood there being pissed for a minute then said, "So, I was actually coming over here for another reason before I found out about what you did."
And that's when she said, "I want you to train me."
My reaction? "What."
She said, "You're in great shape, and you're a gymnast and stuff so I want you to train me so I can make the cheer squad this year."
It took me a second to process that. That she wanted me to train her. To be a cheerleader.
I asked her, "You're serious."
She said, "Yes."
"I train really fucking hard to be able to do what I do. Are you sure you want me to train you? If I do it's going to suck for you really hard."
She seemed slightly less sure of herself then, but she still nodded anyway.
I was already getting plenty of sleep since it was summer, and it couldn't hurt to have something else to do during the day, so I said, "Then sure."
She smiled and asked when we could start.
I told her I'd get back to her on that, since I was going to have to figure that out for myself. Can't really have her training with Dave. He's getting combat training, and I'm not really spending much time on acrobatics with him. His strength lies in his ability to take a hit anyway. (Mine is just being untouchable)
She said she had to things to do today anyway, thanked me, and left.
Before she got out the door though, Marcus invited her to a 4th of July barbeque(First I'd heard of it.). She declined saying her family was having one in the evening, but Marcus said his was going to be earlier in the day and it couldn't hurt to go to two.
Angela said she'd think about it.
So then Marcus wanted to know what she was shrieking(his word, but it fits) at me about, so I told him about how I'd twisted Dillon's arm to get him to delete the photos he took.
He wasn't happy about it, but he seemed more resigned than pissed. He sighed and tried to explain to me about using "Minimum required force". For a second I thought he was going to start lecturing me about my actions as Hit Girl, but he just said he understood how important it was for me to not have photos of me floating around, but I should have ASKED him to take them down first, and only resorted to "physical coercion" if he'd refused.
So that was-
Huh. That was weird. Marcus just came in and wanted to know if I'd killed anybody lately.
I told him I'd had to knife a guy the other night, but he was alive the last time I saw him.
Then he asked if I'd stabbed him more than once.
I told him I hadn't and then asked why he was asking since he usually doesn't want to know what I get up to at night.
He just said to forget about it and walked away.
The hell was that about?
