Anastasia's P.O.V.-
Kate and I were walking to biology class, making small talk- or not so small talk- along the way. "Did he really try to kiss you?" Kate asked me and I internally hissed. Yeah, not a pleasant memory for me; not at all. "I told him I wasn't interested, period," I stated with finality. Of course, with Kate nothing was ever final.
"What?! Girl, do you know many would love to be in your position?" "Constantly harassed by male herbivores?" "Having hunky men throw themselves at your feet all the frikin time! I mean seriously, you don't even have to try!" "And that's supposed to be a good thing?" I retorted. Yeah, of course it's going to sound glorious when she says it like that. But the reality was much different… It usually is, I contemplated gazing down. "Of course it's a good thing! Do you know how hard it is to get the larger herbivores' attention?" She sighed in a wistful way. Hard? What's hard is getting them to stay away. My head just looked down; my fingers jostled a little. "He has a girlfriend, Kate…."
"Hey, you!" Speaking of which… "Bitch, I'm talking to you!" Kate and I both paused to turn around. Three girls were aggressively standing behind us; a zebra, a lizard, and a horse. The horse was the one who called out for us, or rather me. I think she tried to look threatening with her hands planted on her hips like that. Kate appeared more aggravated than I was, but she's always been protective over me. Everyone's protective over the weak, helpless, adore, little lamb…. I say with no sarcasm at all- insert eyeroll here.
Clarise, I think her name was, took a dangerous step towards us. "Get this straight, lambchop! Stay away from my boyfriend! He's mine, got that?!" "Just ignore them," Kate tugged on my arm to keep walking forward; she was already done with their nonsense. "Hey! We're not done here! Come back and tell it to my face, you slut! Tell me everything you did with MY boyfriend!" Slut, huh? That's ironic; I've never even been kissed before. That word was the exact opposite of what I was. Not that she knew nor cared.
Kate flashed her a warning snarl. "What did you call my friend?" "Are your ears as small as your brain? I called her what she is, a s-l-u-t." Kate growled viciously, and I rested my hand overtop hers. Her eyes rolled over my way and I made sure to grin at her before turning back to Ms. Jealous here. Seeing the misplaced disgust in her face made my smile vanish into thin air. What a creep- no wonder her boyfriend strays. Not that I'd ever condone that kind of behaviour.
"There's nothing I want to tell you; I suggest you speak to your boyfriend. Who knows? He may be honest with you… for once." "Oh, burn!" Kate shouted like this was some sort of victory for us. I merely shook my head and kept on walking, already tired of this unnecessary drama. Clarise, however…. I could feel the hair on the back of her neck swell up from where I was. "Bitch! Pretty high and mighty talk from a weakling sheep!" "Uh, lamb; I'm a lamb, a juvenile sheep," I'll admit, I had fun seeing the look on her smug face when I corrected her. Boy, if glares could kill… And here I thought carnivores were the deadliest animals.
"Listen here, you walking hogget. You'd better pay attention cause I'll only say this once: say the hell away from my man! I don't even know what he sees in you; I'm like a hundred times stronger than you, and we're the same bloody species!" "Oh, give it a rest, long nose. So your boyfriend tries to cheat on you with a purer, sweeter animal that you. Why don't you put on your big-girl panties and just get over it?" Savage, Kate; I leered her way. Clarise's expression was one of shock and mild horror. Spotting an opportunity to get the hell outta dodge, we held hands and walked briskly down the other side of the hall, holding in our snickers until we turned the corner. But before we could, one of Clarise's friends hollered back: "don't think you've seen the end of us! You'll get yours soon, whore!"
"Don't think you've seen the end of us," Kate repeated in a mocking tone once we were out of earshot. I laughed, but it was kind of hollow. What they said…. Yeah, there's definitely a downside to being this way. Not that Kate noticed. "The nerve of her calling you a slut. The bitch; it's a miracle she has a boyfriend in the first place." "Yeah, but to tell you the truth, her boyfriend's no prize either." "He's a stallion, Anny." "He's a cheater, is what he is," my eyes rolled. Ugh, no thank you; she could keep him, as far as I'm concerned.
"Yeah, you're right there. The guy for you has to be loyal and faithful… Wait, are rams intrinsically loyal?" She asked me. "They are, for a time," I shrugged; I wouldn't know much about rams. My father was a moose; would have been nice for him to have shared some of that strength in the family gene pool. "But I don't know if I'll end up with a ram. There aren't any at our school," I then heard myself continue, burying my hands in my pockets. "Really?!" Kate sounded surprised by this, for some reason. "Are you sure you're going to marry a red panda?" I countered to her. Her nodded gave a nod in understand. "Ok, I see your point. But if not a stallion like Bill, what kind of man do you want to date?"
I considered this for a second, probably because I'd never considered it before. What kind of man do I want to date, to be with? It seemed like such an odd question hearing it out loud. So odd that it made me scratch the back of my head. "Good question…." "Come on, Anny. You've turned down five love confessions this year alone." "Those don't count. They weren't in love with me; not really…." "Really? How could you tell?" "Huh, I don't know…." I never thought about that before either. Somehow I could just…. tell.
"Hey, what about Paul?! He's definitely got a thing for you!" Kate's fingers snapped. "Well, I don't know… I just….. it's weird. I don't…." "You don't what?" Her eyebrow rose up. "I just haven't met anyone I'm dying to get into a relationship with, that's all. For now, I'm happy being single." "Oh, really? That's different." "You think so?" "Well, we are in high school, after all. You've never even been on a date before; aren't you curious?" "Not really… I mean, maybe when I meet the right guy I will be." "Boy, aren't you picky." "Hey!" I shot her a look. She grinned and gave my shoulder a playful shove.
"Ah, don't worry; we still have the rest of the school year. You're bound to find someone sooner or later." "You think?" "Sure! Herbivores make up more than half the world's male population. There's gotta be someone out there for you." "Yeah…." I glanced out the window to the meadow down below. Maybe…