I wrestled Falco to the floor and started scratching his goddam back with my claws. He grabbed my leg with his damned hand and twisted it all the way around so that I did a goddam 360 in the air and landed on my ass. Then he got up and kicked me in the goddam face. I fell to the floor, grasping my goddam muzzle and howling with pain.

"You damn well deserved it!" Falco said, angrily. Though I could tell he was a little worried that he'd accidentally busted my skull or some damn thing. I wish he had.. The bastard.. "Fox?" he asked. I just kept laying facedown on the ground. "Fox, dammit. Get the hell up." After a few minutes he left, and I sat up. There was a helluva lotta blood on the goddam floor. I went to the damn can and washed my goddam face before heading downstairs.

There was a fuckload of people down there. Probably on account of the fact that it was goddam pizza night. They always had pizza on Friday nights. Probably so when the goddam students went home to their motherfucking parents for the weekend they could say "We had pizza for dinner."

I wasn't too fucking hungry when I came in, but my damned ears perked up when I saw that girl Krystal sitting down at a goddam table all by herself. On a sidenote, I fucking hate it when my ears perk up. Makes me look like a damn fool. Wish I didn't have ears, like that bastard Falco..

So where the fuck was I? Oh yeah. Krystal. She was sitting there eating dinner all by her damn self. I quickly thought of a damn good pickup line and casually strolled over. "Hey babe." I said, tapping her on the shoulder. "Do you believe in love at first site or should I walk by you again?" Damn, was I good.

The bitch didn't seem to impressed, though. She just looked at me and said "Well, this isn't exactly the first time I've seen you. And if it was, I'd just keep walking if I were you." What the hell? Was that supposed to be some kinda goddam smart ass line? Girls aren't smart. They aren't meant to be, at elast. They're here to be fucked, and the ugly bitches are here to make the hot ones look sexier. Anyone who disagrees is probably an ugly bitch themself. I'm not even kidding.

Anyway, then it dawned on me that the bitch was probably just playing "hard-to-get" so I pulled up a goddam chair and took a seat. She just looked back down at some goddam book she was reading. Who reads well they eat, for chrissake?

"What're you readin'?" I asked, snatching the book from her hands. She just rolled her eyes. "Lylatian Physiology.. Jesus Christ.. You read this bull shit in your spare time?"

"I find it fascinating." She said, coldly, grabbing it back and tucking it out of reach. "Now would you mind? I'm eating here."

"Uh huh.." I said. "Can I see you naked again?"

Before she could respond, some damn ass jerk came up. His name was Marcus. I recognized him from the yearbook. He used to ice skate. Guys who iceskate tend to be flitty. I think he's kind of a flitty guy. He's got no balls, is what I mean to say. Anyway, this bastard comes up right when the conversation was gonna get interesting and he goes:

"Krystal? Krystal Burranetto? Is that you?"

Burranetto for Chrissake? What the fuck kinda name is that? The "Burranetto" bitch turned around and smiled.

"Marcus!" she beamed. "I didn't know you were attending Cornerian Academy, too!"

Marcus made some phony smile. I can always tell when someone is forcing a goddam smile. Jesus.

"How long's it been?" said the jerk. "14? 15 years? Ah, who's your friend here?" He pointed his goddam hand at me.

"He's—" Krystal began in an annoyed voice. I cut her off.

"I'm her goddam boyfriend." I said. I gave him the finger. "Fuck off."

Marcus looked shocked. Krystal turned slightly pink with embarresment. "It's—it's not like that!" she said.

"Uhm.. Yeah. Maybe I'll see you around some other time, Krystal. Nice talking to you." He said. Then the goddam phony walked off. Nice talking to you? Damn proof that he's a phony. Right there, dammit.

Krystal whipped around and glared at me for a few seconds. It looked like she was trying to think up another msart ass remark. Then she just picked up a goddam glass of water and threw it in my goddam face. Then she got up and walked away. She's a crazy bitch. I swear to god.