She was crazy and everyone knew it. Just some jealous crazed groupy who would do anything for her sweetheart.
As if I cared what she does, but as always... Girls like her always assume things of that nature.
She say's were too friendly, close even, which wasn't true in the slightest. In fact, I despised him. Hated him even. But if fighting to the death was considered close then I guess we were... at least in her eyes.
So here I was, cornered by this pathetic excuse of an existence. She calls herself a fangirl but most would rather say loony.
She was a tad bit shorter than me, despite that, she attempted to look intimidating. It was sad really. She was weak, blunt, and extremely foolish and I felt pity for such a person. He had her wrapped around his finger and she willingly tied the knot.
So naive... so foolish...
"He's always looking at you and I can't stand it!" She snarled, filled with rage and jealousy. Her knife was pointed towards my neck, as if she thought it would scare me. Hardly... knifes weren't scary and neither was death.
All I could do was sigh. How many times have we repeated this? What would it take to get it through her thick, dense head?
I stayed silent, thinking that uttering a word would make matters worse. Not that I was worried about the situation of course. If staying quiet could diffuse this situation, then fine. I'll do what I must.
"All he sees is you! I've told you many times before! Stay away or else. This is the last warning." Her eyes looked as though they could kill. Dark, hostile, and angry. They burned with jealousy, so much so that it was a tad bit blinding.
How troublesome. This was all his fault. He was always the first at starting things. Whether it was fighting, talking, staring, and anything else that had to do with me, he was always the first at doing it. Was it all in order to provoke this crazed fangirl? To make her fight me... or something else?
I can never figure out what goes through his head. All I know is, I hate him and he hates me. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I told you... it isn't like that." I whispered, something that I've repeated many times to her before.
Ahh, but that set her off again. Just great... I knew I should have stayed quiet.
With a shriek, she lunged at me, blade in hand and ready to kill. As if it were another day, I pulled out mine and lunged back.
Even though I was fighting her, in some way, I felt as though I were fight Jeff. In that moment, I knew... somehow, he was enjoying this, even if he wasn't here. I just knew...
I hate him.