Complicated. Avril Lavigne. Awesome.
Tony's POV:
A son of Mars looked at me, impressed.
"Interesting Child of Venus, I love how you totally mutilate that dummy." He was the instructor, which meant I couldn't kill him, but I was steaming mad.
Why was she always flying away? Did she not like it here? That hurt.
Not only was I hurt I was jealous.
She liked doing things I couldn't.
The ADHD part took over and I found myself aimlessly playing with my brunette hair.
I could just see my eyes turning blue, stormy blue.
They always did that when I was nervous.
I was a living mood ring.
Aster tapped me on the shoulders.
She saw I was nervous by just looking at my eyes.
She sighed.
"You're wound way too tight."
"I know." My turn to sigh.
"You need to loosen up, and not your way of loosing up, which I know includes murdering dummies."
"I just haven't found anything that works for me."
"No excuses my friend."
"It's easy for you! You can fly!" I just about shouted it, but I had a little self control.
"Please leave me alone." I begged, she sighed again, but obliged.
Great, now I was alone with my frenzy.
I'm such an idiot.
He's complicated...