"So, where did you meet Mindi?" Marcus asked.
"At school actually." She replied for me.
"How long have you two been partners for?" he continued questioning.
"For about two weeks now." I replied.
"You guys seem quite efficient. Haven't seen Mindi as efficient with a partner since-." He began.
"Since dad." Mindi finished.
"I told you to quit." Marcus added, "but you two work together so well." he said, smiling a very white smile.
"Yeah, well did you expect me to listen to you in the first place?" she replied.
"Not really, just a hope." He retorted.
This night, I didn't sleep with Mindi; she went to her actual house with Marcus. I never felt so apart from her, knowing she was literally just a block or two away just made it worse. The fight that night was quite gruesome, I could still picture that guy, his throat slashed out and squirting blood out. Thinking about it made me want Mindi more.
Mindi was lying in her bed, missing Kyle. She never felt this way before, never felt this kind of love. Not the family kind, the romantic love. The kind she thought only existed in those bullshit movies about the happy endings and all that horse shit. This was all strange to her, the kissing, the sex, the word. Love, she never thought it would happen, thought that all she would ever love was going to be seeing her butterfly knives entering a thugs skull or the recoil from her Sig Sauers. Kyle just made her feel alive; made her Mindi instead of Hit-Girl, made her strong when she was weak, picked her up when she was down. She always thought she'd be able to take care of herself, but now she couldn't stand being a night away from Kyle. The only person she ever loved is dead, Big Daddy, her father. This thought made her scared, scared that she might be bad luck, scared that the same thing may happen to Kyle. That thought even proved she had some remnant of a conscience, if Kyle got injured, and god forbid, killed she would be in hysterics. These thoughts occupied her brain for the remainder of the long and lonely night.
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" the guy with the slashed throat said, coming at me with his blood squirting out and onto my costume.
"YOU HELPED THAT BITCH KILL ME!" the guy with the hole through his chin said, stumbling at him. This was something out of a Bee-Movie.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed back, kicking him in the chest. He stumbled backwards and into the guy with the slashed throat. They both fell over, and exploded and replicated themselves. They kept popping up, until there were at least a thousand of them. They all were coming for me, collapsing on me and beating on me. I was helpless, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't speak.
I shot up out of bed, breath prompt and sweating bullets. I waited for my breathing to return to normal, getting out of bed and hopping in the shower. When I was finished cleansing myself I exited the shower door and grabbed my towel. I rubbed myself down with it, walking over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of black boxer shorts, slipping them on and following up with a pair of jeans. I pulled on a maroon Aeropostale t shirt, followed by a white sweat shirt. I grabbed my bag from my desk chair and walked out of my room. I entered the kitchen, my father was at the table with the newspaper, drinking coffee and eating a bagel.
"Good morning." He said, not looking away from the paper.
"morning." I returned, pulling a piece of bread out of the wrapping, throwing it in the toaster. As it toasted, my phone vibrated. I picked it up off the counter and read the text message.
Mindi: I missed you last night. I texted back: I can't express how much I missed you.
Mindi: I can't wait to see you today. Me: I'm counting the milliseconds. The toaster went off and I retrieved my piece, buttering it and taking bites. I was hungry, very hungry.
At lunch, Mindi's head lay on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth from her deep breaths on my shirt, the heat transferring.
"You two are awfully quiet." Lenny said.
"Yeah, usually you guys are repeating you're love for each other over and over." Sam added.
"Makes me wanna stab my eardrums with a couple of ice picks." Ryan continued.
"Shut up." I said smiling. Mindi was smiling too; her eyes were closed though, like she was trying to sleep. I laid my head on hers, quiet wasn't even the word to use. Words weren't necessary, she was silent, I was silent, I wished that Lenny would for once be silent.
"Hey little bitch!" I heard a voice call. I turned; it was the three stooges that pick on Sam.
"fuckbunnies." I muttered. Sam started shaking, Mindi got off my shoulder, and I rose off my seat standing between him and the bullies.
"Get out of my way." The central one stated.
"Go fuck yourself pal." I said.
"I want the kid, not you." He said.
"Yeah, well you aren't getting him unless you can get through me." I said, cracking my knuckles.
"Kyle, you don't have to-." Sam began.
"Sam, shut up." Mindi said quietly to him.
"Why are you protecting him? He's a pretentious mama's boy." The guy said.
"Was that a polysyllabic word I just heard?" the cafeteria was hushed, but began laughing.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"You are further proof that Darwin's theory was correct." I insulted. The cafeteria erupted again into laughter.
"How does it feel to be laughed at, how does it feel to be made fun of?" I asked.
"Fuck you?" he said. He pulled something from his pocket, a switchblade. He flipped the blade out and went to stab me. I caught the wrist just before the blade would have entered my navel. I kicked him in the knee and drove my elbow into his forearm, causing him to drop the knife.
"ALRIGHT BREAK IT UP!" the resource officer said, running in. I put my hands up,
"He attacked first." I said. The cop grabbed him and dragged him away quickly. He looked back at me and I recognized his face. It was Officer Mason.
"Was that-?" Mindi began.
"Officer Mason, yeah." I replied. I sat back down, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"Kyle, you should have let him-." Sam said,
"Survival instinct would say yes to what you are about to say, moral instinct tells me that Sam is wrong. I go with morality." I replied. The Cafeteria was silent.
"Alright, shows over!" Lenny yelled to the students, who returned to their conversations.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged,
"Three bumbling idiots, fuck if I know." I retorted.