Two days later, Amy seemed as though she had completely forgotten about her failed attempt to have sex with me, and she was back to being her normal, flirty self. At first, I was relieved, but as I thought more about it, she was probably feeling threatened by the idea of a strange, fifteen-year-old girl living in the same house as me.

Either way, I was trying to humor Amy more than ever, even in the classroom. When Tabatha came to teach Elvish, Amy and I conversed in the language, but not on the given subject.

"Your accent is atrocious," I muttered. It was true; I could barely understand her.

"What are you saying?" Amy asked. "You're talking too fast."

"You can't pronounce anything correctly," I said, hoping she'd understand the paraphrasing. Instead, she just blinked absently. Finally, I switched back from Elvish. "Your accent sucks!"

"You're a smartass!" she immediately protested.

"Amy," Tabatha said sternly. Amy pursed her lips, but went back to Elvish.

"Gunie," she said. "Do you and that girl sleep in separate rooms?"

"What the hell?" I blurted out. I sighed. "Yes, we do. I wouldn't want any girl to even see my room, let alone sleep in it." Her question confirmed my feeling of her suspicion.

"Is there something you do in there that's embarrassing?" she asked, leaning forward a little bit. I quickly looked away, knowing right away that she was trying to show me her cleavage.

"Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked. Even though I was barely attracted to her at all, the fact that she was female was undeniable. Needless to say, I was mildly pissed off. Was she trying to embarrass me in the middle of class?

As I averted my eyes, I noticed that Ria and Sebastian were working together. I scowled at first, wondering what kind of person would want to even go near him, let alone talk with him. But then, I realized it: a person who had no idea what she was dealing with. She was obviously naïve and trusting enough to talk to him, a complete stranger…

Who knows what he could do to her? I thought, clenching my fists. She's so skinny, he could break her…and she's a girl, so…

I shut my eyes briefly, wondering why I had thought of something so horrible, but more importantly, why I was feeling so protective of a girl I barely knew!

Amy grabbed my jaw, and yanked my face so we were looking in each other's eyes.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," she hissed.

"S-Sorry," I stammered, attempting to regain my composure. In addition to that, my face was still sore from the other day. "We'd better keep talking in Elvish."

The class went by fairly quickly, and soon, it was time for lunch. As usual, I wasn't really hungry, but I brought my lunch out anyway. Amy and I sat down in our usual spot, but I noticed she didn't even have her celery that day.

"You're not eating?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I'd rather make out."

"Here?" I asked, slightly taken aback.

"Yes, here," she snapped. I thought of protesting, especially when I looked away to see Juniper and Ella playing together, but I didn't need Amy to be mad at me.

"All right," I replied. I put my hands on her waist as she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to her. I was the one to initiate the kissing, but she, of course, started heightening it. I smiled; for some reason, even making out with Amy made me feel a little less stressed out. Endorphins, probably...

"Adorable!" I heard Sebastian yell from his usual spot by the graveyard. "Why don't you just start doing it right now?" My eyes opened in surprise at that suggestion, but Amy wouldn't let me get away, literally, biting down on my lower lip to keep me there. So, I just decided to give Sebastian the finger from afar and let Amy have her way.

Amy finally pulled away from me, and scooted close.

"You're so submissive," she whispered in my ear.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, smirking at her.

"I think you know what it means," she replied. "You whimpered like a sissy when I bit you, and for some reason, I find that really, really hot." I felt myself start to blush.

"You'd be a killer dominatrix," I told her.

"And you'd like it," she said. I almost said that being called a dominatrix wasn't exactly a compliment, but I kept my mouth shut.

Suddenly, Amy turned away from me, and I looked up to see Ria and Sebastian standing right in front of us.

"What do you want?" Amy asked Ria nastily.

"It's not what she wants," Sebastian growled. "It's what I want. Ria, you might want to step out of the way."

I knew what was coming. I should have known flipping him off would be a bad idea! I tried not to show any signs of fear as I stood up, but looking into those orange, evil, demon eyes of his was no easy task. My empty stomach started churning; the pressure was too much.

"Do something!" Amy cried. I looked over at her, trying to nonverbally communicate that maybe fighting wasn't such a great idea. But just as I did, Sebastian punched me in the side of my face that was turned toward him.

I had no other choice but to fight him.

I gave it my all in trying to at least make contact, but nothing worked. For being such a bulky, muscular guy, he sure was fast. Despite my best efforts, though, he still managed to get me pinned against the wall of the school. I tried to get away, but I quickly realized that it would be impossible.

"Say you're a jerk!" Sebastian demanded.

"No!" I shot back. With that response, he backhanded me across the face.

"Say it!" he said again, but raising his voice.

"I won't do it!" I told him, trying to stay strong. With his free hand, he punched me in the chest, almost knocking the wind out of me.

"Say it!" he screamed in my face.

A part of me did want to say it, and honestly, everyone thought I was a jerk. It wouldn't have changed what they thought about me. But I wasn't about to give Sebastian what he wanted.

"You're...a complete asshole," I said.

I could see his pupils dilate and his eyes narrow, and my stomach lurched. And then, I just felt pain as he kneed me in the groin, making every other part of my body that was hurting seem insignificant. I gritted my teeth, and slowly lowered myself to the ground.

I tried to ignore everything around me, keeping my eyes shut and concentrating on keeping my stomach in check. Sebastian said something threatening, then Anette, and then, it was quiet until Amy spoke.

"Get up, you loser," she spat. I didn't want to speak.

"S-Sorry," I stammered, knowing that if I didn't reply, she might kick me or something. I wasn't really sorry for anything, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Once again," she hissed. "You've embarrassed me."

I heard her start to walk away, and once the footsteps seemed distant enough, I looked up. Unfortunately, my stomach started hurting again, so I tried to get up quickly. As fate would have it, though, I felt dizzy and my stomach actually started to heave. I fell to my knees again, but that time, I gagged, and threw up what little nourishment I had left in me.

I was angry, legitimately angry! I felt so humiliated. Nothing new, but not pleasant. I wiped my mouth, breathing raggedly. Even though I was still mad, I finally decided to get up and go back to class.

I tried to slip back into class inconspicuously, but of course, the second I came in, everyone turned around to look at me. I just looked down, and walked to my seat, and plopped down into my seat. I grimaced, though, upon doing so, since I was still really sore from Sebastian's knee.

For the rest of the school day, I didn't talk to anyone, not even Amy. More than anything, I just wanted the day to be over, so when Anette let us leave at the end of the day, I got up and damn near took off running. Sebastian, however, had the same idea, but Anette had other plans.

"Gunie," she said. "Sebastian, you can't leave just yet." By then, the classroom was empty.

Sebastian turned around almost immediately, and I did so shortly after.

"I'm sure you know why I've asked you to stay," Anette said. I didn't say anything, and neither did Sebastian. "You know, you're going to have to stop this."

"He started it," I blurted out. Great. That was the perfect answer.

"That's really mature," Sebastian muttered.

"I'm going to have to agree with him," Anette said. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook, Sebastian. Your parents will hear from me. You may go." Sebastian turned around to leave the room, making sure to smirk at me before doing so.

Anette looked at me, her face looking a little less stern than it had when Sebastian was in the room.

"Gunie," she said, almost pleadingly. "You really need to-"

That made me mad all over again, and I exploded.

"What do I need to do?" I snapped. "Stop trying to defend myself? The guy insults me, so I flip him off. Then the bastard freaking punches me!"

"Watch your language, please," she said. At that point, I was back to seething in silence. "And you shouldn't provoke him like that. He has issues of his own."

My eyes narrowed, and I knew where the conversation was going. And I sure did not like it.

"Don't imply that I have issues," I said angrily.

"The Sadness is an issue," she said. "And I know you struggle with it. It must be hard, and-"

"May I go now?" I interrupted coldly. Finally, Anette sighed, and got the message that I didn't want to talk about it.

"Yes," she said wearily.

I left the classroom hurriedly, but as soon as I was away from there, I slowed down. I felt like I was going to cry, and I could have sworn I felt some tears. Or maybe my eyes were just watering. I wiped them away, but when I looked up, I noticed Ella and Ria come into my line of sight.

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked. I was surprised, to say the least, but more than anything, I hoped they hadn't heard that conversation.

"We were waiting for you," Ella replied. She looked concerned, so I tried to act like I was fine.

"Well," I said. "You could have left."

"What's the Sadness?" Ria asked suddenly.

My heart started pounding. Yes, they had heard the conversation. And Ria...she would be disgusted if she knew what I did to myself.

"That's none of your business," I snapped. I tried to glare into those blue-green eyes, but for some reason, she didn't budge.

Maybe she actually cares, I thought as we started to walk home.

Even though some part of me wished that could be true, I knew that it wasn't at all. She'd have to be crazy.

Yeah, I updated this one again. Wait...I guess that's kind of obvious.

Poor Gunie...apparently I like torturing him. Sebastian treats him like a punching bag, and his girlfriend treats him like her little uke. Just kidding. Well, about the torturing part, anyway.