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Chapter 8: Over the River and Through the Woods to Kick Some Butt We Go!
Daphne followed the three men for quite awhile as they marched behind all the attractions. It was hard to keep up at times because of the cords on the ground that were masked by darkness, causing her to stumble over them. When the three men in front of her stopped, Daphne stopped as well, hiding behind the edge of the Ferris wheel's support frame.
Voices were carried back to her and she held her breath tightly, trying to distinguish what they were saying. Daphne strained her ears, listening as hard as she could, but still couldn't make out a word. They started moving again, but this time into the woods.
For a second, Daphne debated on whether or not she should go after the, but she started to lose sight of them, she threw all caution to the wind and hurried to catch up to them. She matched her steps in time with theirs, so she could cover the sounds of crunching leaves she made with each footfall. There was a weird feeling in her stomach-just like the kind of nervous feeling she got before a terrifying ride.
Daphne and the men continued traversing through the forest for at least ten minutes. She began to grow uneasy and she kept looking all around herself nervously. What if we ended up getting lost? she thought. Or if some animal came out of nowhere and attacked me? She swallowed, wanting to close the distance between the trio and herself, but knowing she couldn't afford that. If I was caught...she didn't want to think about what would happen. Daphne had no idea who these people were, besides Mr. Firay.
The man with the short, curly brown hair looked over his shoulder and Daphne froze, staring wide-eyed at him, holding her breath tightly. He made no sign of alarm, so Daphne figured he hadn't noticed her. He turned back to the front and shoved Mr. Firay in front of him roughly. Then the same man put his head near the buzz cut's head, and Daphne hazarded a guess he was saying something he didn't want Mr. Firay to hear.
The blonde, buzz cut nodded to the brunette and suddenly started going to the left, leaving Mr. Firay alone with the curly haired guy. The one leaving crashed through the forest, seemingly uncaring about the amount of noise he was making. Daphne's gaze stayed on him until he was out of sight. When he was, Daphne returned her attention back to Mr. Firay and the other guy, realizing they too were almost out of her field of vision. She hurried after them, going through the woods as fast as she could without tripping.
Mr. Firay and the other man entered a large clearing, and Daphne stopped at the edge of it, hiding behind a conveniently placed tree. Its' trunk was big enough to cover herself and it had Y-shaped branches, so if Daphne stood up on her tippy-toes, she could just barely see through the small hole it made. Her eyes widened when she realized there were now two other men in the clearing along with Mr. Firay an the first. The other two men stood in rigid positions, as if ready to attack. One was completely bald, and the other had fiery red hair. Daphne blinked as she noticed the red head looked to be around only 2 years younger or so than her. He looked even younger with the baby fat on his face.
The brunette one holding onto Mr. Firay led him over to the other two, both of which were shooting daggers at Mr. Firay. He stilled looked calm however, his shoulders relaxed, a bored expression on his face. An idea suddenly hit Daphne.
"...those guys are just stupid. Want to be caught up with the police, again."
Daphne's eyes widened. "Again?" Her teacher was involved with...gangsters?
Gangsters...Were these guys his old gang members? Daphne thought as she took in a sharp inhale of breath. I thought he was joking when he said he was an ex-gangster! He had been telling the truth? He had seriously been in a gang?
"You can't just leave like that!" the bald guy suddenly shouted, making Daphne jump in fright.
She held her breath and shut her eyes, straining to hear everything that they were saying. Mr. Firay's voice was a lot quieter and harder to make out. Whatever he was saying was incoherent to Daphne.
"The boss will be here soon, you really want to deal with him?" the red head demanded, sounding amused.
Daphne opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at him. The boss? Did that mean the gang leader? Were they going to attack Mr. Firay in the woods? Is that why they brought him all the way out here?
Mr. Firay chuckled. It was quiet, but bounced off and echoed around the trees. "He couldn't beat me up in his dreams."
Daphne's hands tightened on the tree bark. What was Mr. Firay doing? Did he want to be killed? She stared at the four men, unable to pull her gaze away. How could her teacher stay so calm when three other men were putting up such threatening fronts?
"I wouldn't be so cocky," the other gangster warned, cracking his knuckles threateningly. "We dragged you out here for a reason, you know."
Daphne shook her head. How could her teacher be so calm...? Then it hit her. He wasn't just her teacher, he was an Everafter. All of these guys are probably humans, and that's why he's so confident he can take them out! Daphne mentally sighed in relief.
"If it was to assault me, I know," Mr. Firay responded calmly. "That's why I came- because I was sure I could handle Twinkies like you."
Daphne snorted quietly. Had her teacher really used the word twinkies as an insult? The smile disappeared from her face when one of the gangsters swung towards Mr. Firay without warning. He took a step back, avoiding it with ease. A breath of relief left Daphne's lips.
The brunette scowled. "What did I say about being cocky?"
"I don't remember," Mr. Firay responded mockingly, a fake frown on his face. "I'm sorry."
Suddenly,Daphne felt a hand over her mouth. Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and she took a sharp inhale of breath through her nose, her heart rate increasing significantly. Daphne struggled in the grasp of whoever had her as an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to her captor. By the feeling of the chest pressed into her back, it was either a very flat chested and bulky female, or a male. Daphne struggled harder, terror filling her veins. She hadn't felt this scared since the Everafter War!
"What do we have here?" a harsh voice whispered in her ear. "A spectator?"
Daphne froze up, her breath shaky. Was this one of the gangsters as well? Daphne looked over her shoulder sightly, recognizing the blonde man from before-the one who had been with Mr. Heywood at first, then went off his way. Daphne figured the brunette had seen her, and had told his companion to follow her. She tried to say something, but his strong hand muffled Daphne's words. The man yanked her away from the tree. Her fingernails scraped against the bark, getting it stuck between the nail and skin as she tried to keep her grasp on the tree. Daphne winced in pain. Ow ow ow ow ow-this is so not gravy-ow ow ow!
"It would be really bad if I let you loose and you told someone about what was going on here," the thug commented, resting his chin on Daphne's shoulder. "We wouldn't want that."
Daphne tried to bit his hand, but only managed to lick it. She made a face as he chuckled. "How did you know I enjoyed that kind of thing?"
She almost gagged. His hands moved to her stomach and her muscles tightened as he rubbed it gently. "You have such a flat stomach. And you're pretty good looking too," the thug commented in a thoughtful voice. "I bet we could have some fun with you."
No. Freakin'. Olive. Way. That's when Daphne snapped. She brought her head back as hard as she could, smashing it into his. He groaned in pain, and Daphne quickly shoved her legs against the ground, throwing them both off balance. The thug toppled over backwards and Daphne fell with him. To save himself from hitting the ground full force, he let go of her, and she quickly rolled to the side and was on her feet in a matter of seconds. Thank God for adrenaline, and thank Ms. White for Bad Apples!
The thug flung out his arm, in aim for Daphne's feet, but she quickly dodged, stepping out from behind the tree. She made to run through the woods and back to the fair, but her eyes roamed to the clearing and gasped. The bald man was creeping up behind Mr. Firay, a bat raised high in his hand. The other two men, the brunette and the red head, were holding onto Mr. Firay's arms, keeping him faced away from the man with the baseball bat.
"Mr. Firay!" Daphne screamed, throwing all caution to the wind.
All four men in the clearing turned to her. Daphne's eyes met Mr. Firay's icy ones. He stared at her, half in horror and half in shock. The bald man moved in again.
"Behind y-ah!" Something hard slammed into Daphne's side, cutting her off, and knocking her to the ground. She fell hard, and her breath was knocked out of her. Daphne's head landed on its side, facing towards the clearing. She watched as Mr. Firay avoided the bat by an inch. She sighed in relief, but it turned into a grunt as she suddenly felt pressure on her head.
"Next time you try that, I'll break your neck," the blonde whispered, pressing Daphne's head into the ground.
Mr. Firay looked at Daphne for a split second, his face in a tight line. The thug with the bat raised it again while Mr. Firay was still focused on Daphne.
"Mr. Firay!" Daphne screamed again, half in a panic and half in annoyance of how he kept looking away from the enemy. He couldn't be that stupid!
A first collided with the side of Daphne's head, and a groan escaped her lips. Her vision went black for a moment, but before she could panic, it returned. Mr. Firay ripped his arm out of the two gangster's grasps, thrusting his elbow into the bald man's face. The thug dropped the bat he was holding and raised his hands to his face, swearing loudly. Mr. Firay turned and swung his fist at his head, striking him down.
Daphne's head throbbed as she watched Mr. Firay turn to the other two gangsters, who were in fighting stances. The red head yelled in a British accent. "You douche!"
Mr. Firay smirked, flattered. "Why thank you, Peter. I now understand why my brother hates you." Daphne gasped as the thought ran through her mind: OH MY GOODNESS! It's PETER PAN! AHH! She wanted badly to bite her palm, but her head still throbbed and she was unable to move.
Mr. Firay swung towards Peter Pan, who avoided it with a block and the brunette on the left swung at Mr. Firay. The fairy dodged, spinning, and sending his fist into Peter's face. The boy who never grew up was then unconscious on the floor. Daphne watched, slightly impressed, slightly awed, and slightly afraid as Mr. Firay proceeded to pummel the two gangsters.
The one pinning Daphne to the ground clicked his tongue and loosened his grasp on her, starting to push himself onto his feet. Daphne took the moment to her advantage. With her head still slightly spinning she rolled out from under him, and swung her leg out, hitting him in his crotch. He groaned, and fell back to the ground.
Only one gangster was still standing. The bald man, Peter Pan, and the blonde buzz cut were out. Left was the brunette. Daphne watched as the gangster picked up the bat the unconscious one had dropped. She stared incredulously. He was really going to bring a weapon into the fight again when Mr. Firay didn't have one?
"A bat won't help you," Mr. Firay stated, rolling his eyes. "Hell, even if you had a gun, it still wouldn't help you."
The gangster swung at Mr. Firay. Daphne winced as she heard the bat collide with her teacher's arm. When she opened her eyes, she expected to see her teacher holding his arm in pain, but to her surprise, he was smirking at the gangster.
"What did I tell you? Everafter, remember?"
Suddenly, the bat was yanked from the other gangster and before Daphne knew it, the thug was on the ground. Mr. Firay cracked his knuckles and brushed off his hands before stretching. He turned towards Daphne, and his smug face turned into shock.
Daphne looked at him curiously, wondering if he forgot she was there. He started sprinting towards her, his hands in fists again. Daphne stared blankly at him. Why was he charging at me? He got closer and brought up his fist. She screamed, putting up her hands in defense.
To her surprise, his swinging fist missed. Or that's what Daphne thought at first. She heard it smashing against something, and she looked over her shoulder to see the blonde gangster she had kicked earlier falling to the ground behind her. She turned back to Mr. Firay, her face white. He glared at her, putting his hand down on her shoulder, and squeezing it painfully.
"Ow!" Daphne cried, pulling at him arm. "That hurts!"
"What are you doing here" he demanded, his voice seething with anger.
"I saw you with those two suspicious men, so I followed you!" she explained quickly, still pulling at his arm. "Mr. Firay, that really hurts! Olives!"
He let go of her shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you,"
"What did I do?" Daphne demanded angrily. "I'm a Grimm! I'm a curious person! If I wasn't here, you could've been killed!"
"I'm fine on my own!" he snapped. "But look at you." He raised a hand to her face and touched it gently.
Daphne gave him a confused look, and when he pulled his hand away, there was blood on it. Surprised, Daphne raised her own hand to her cheek, and sure enough, something warm and sticky was on it. Nausea washed over her, and she staggered forward, suddenly dizzy. Mr. Firay quickly steadied her, putting his hands on Daphne's shoulders again-this time more gently.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a worried voice. "Did that bastard do anything else to you?"
Daphne shook her head. "No, I'm just not good with blood." Ever since Uncle Jake had been shot with an arrow by Nottingham at the beginning of the war, and had had the arrow taken out, she's been wary of blood ever since.
"Why did you follow us?" Mr. Firay asked, still supporting her. "Daphne, you don't follow quote, unquote, suspicious looking men."
"I thought something bad was going to happen to you," she responded in a small voice, dropping her gaze.
"That doesn't give you reason to follow three men into the woods! Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't came out from hiding when you did!"
"You would've been beaten by a baseball bat!"
"You could've been kidnapped!" he cried, irritation dripping in his tone. "And worse, if you understand what I mean."
Daphne knew what he meant immediately and she bit her lip. Yes, she knew it wasn't a smart idea, but she didn't want to let him just go alone. He could've been killed. "I didn't know you were serious about being an ex-gangster," she admitted, pushing Mr. Firay's arms off her. "I thought you were just joking, so I would've never guess something like this would happen."
"Something like this happens all the time, Daphne," he responded, shaking his head. "It's because I left so suddenly."
"Left?"
"The gang," he told Daphne.
She frowned slightly. "Why did you leave?"
"I'll explain it later," Mr. Firay responded, looking around warily. "First, let's get out of here before any of these guys wake up."
Daphne nodded in agreement, and Mr. Firay started leading her back to the woods. She stepped over the body of the gangster who was trying to sneak attack her, and made sure to tread on his face. She stepped on it a few more times for better measurement. Mr. Firay chuckled slightly.
"You're so immature."
She shrugged. "Your brother's rubbed off me over the past few years."
Mr. Firay winced. "Oh, I wonder what would happen if he and Sabrina were to have a baby-"
"Aww! That be so cute!" Daphne said just as Mr Firay said, "The world would end."
The two stared at each other and snickered. After that, Daphne looked behind them continuously, afraid someone would pop out. Mr. Firay noticed after a few minutes. "Don't worry," he stated, suddenly looking solemn. "If someone comes...I'll protect you." He turned back around, his back suddenly tensed.
Daphne stared after him curiously for a few minutes, frowning the tiniest bit. Her heart thudded in her chest-and it wasn't due to the lack of oxygen.
Why did his words make my heart beat so fast?
*•*•*
When Daphne finally saw the lights of the fair, she rose her eyebrows, slightly impressed. She wouldn't have ever been able to find her way out of the forest. Mr. Firay seemingly knew these woods like the palm of his hand. He even told her were there were dips in the ground so she wouldn't trip. While the lights distracted Daphne, her foot got tangled in a root, and she plummeted to the ground face first. Her already pounding head smashed against the hard ground, causing her vision to go black for a few seconds. Surprised, she tried blinking a few times, trying to regain her vision.
"Are you okay?" a slightly amused voice asked from above her.
"I can't see!" Daphne cried, scrambling to push herself to her feet.
A strong pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled to her feet before she could, she reached out to find something to support her. One of the hands on her waist disappeared, and seconds later something warm enveloped her outstretched hand.
"Stand still," Mr. Firay ordered in a soothing voice. "Your vision will come back in a second."
Daphne did as he commanded, trying to slow her racing heartbeat. With her eyes shut, she concentrated on her breathing for a few moments, and when she opened her eyes, she could see. Dizziness swept over her, and she staggered a little. The hand on her waist quickly became an arm wrapped around it.
Daphne's cheeks blazed from the gesture. "Let me go," she said, trying to escape from his hold.
"No," Mr. Firay ordered. "You'll end up killing yourself."
"Let go!" she reiterated.
She was very aware of his arm wrapped around her waist, too aware. Her body was growing hotter by the second. She avoided looking at his face as she continued to struggle to break out of his grasp. He's my teacher. I shouldn't be blushing because he had an arm wrapped around my waist. Albeit, he was a young, and very handsome teacher, he was still a teacher. It was wrong. And yet, here his touch was embarrassing Daphne. She liked his touch.
"If you don't stop struggling, I'll have no choice but to carry you," he warned, holding onto me tighter.
Daphne ground her teeth together, and tried again to yank herself free once more. She couldn't flat out tell him what he was doing to her. That would be incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. But Daphne wasn't used to guys touching her, so maybe that was it. It wasn't just because Mr. Firay was the one with his arm wrapped around her. She tried once more to pull herself away, but only ended up tripping over her own feet.
Mr. Firay sighed and put his other hand on her waist again. "You asked for it." Suddenly, Daphne found herself hoisted up in the air and over his shoulder. She opened her mouth in shock but nothing came out. He adjusted her slightly, and placed a hand just above my bottom. Blood rushed to Daphne's face and she tried to get away again.
"Don't move or you'll fall, and I'm not sure how much more damage you can take to your head without dying."
Daphne stopped moving. She didn't really wanted to take that chance. Sometimes, she wished she was like Mr. Firay-not having to care about dying so soon. Mr. Firay started walking again, and she bounced with his each stride. He didn't even seem affected by taking on an extra hundred and ten pounds full of food.
"Aren't I heavy?" she asked in a quiet, embarrassed voice.
He snorted. "Yes, you are."
Daphne kicked her feet, hoping to land a strike on his face. He chuckled and readjusted Daphne on his shoulder. "I'm joking."
"It wasn't funny," she responded, bringing her hand down to slap him. Right before her hit landed, she stopped her hand, realizing she was about to smack his butt. A small breath of relief left her lips. How awkward would that've been? Stretching her arm lower, she began to pound her fist in the lowest part of his leg that she could reach. It didn't even affect him. He just chuckled again. Scowling, Daphne hit him harder and repeatedly, which only made him laugh more.
"Two can play at that," he let her know, amusement in his tone.
Daphne paused for a second, confused, until she felt a slap to her butt. For a second, she was shocked speechless, her face growing warm. She opened her mouth in outrage, but couldn't say anything coherent. "W-why did you smack my butt?" she finally demanded, still blushing furiously.
"Easiest place to reach."
She struggled against him now, trying her best to be let go. She didn't care if she fell on her face at the point, as long as she was away from this perverted fairy...teacher...whatever he was! He started chuckling again, and placed his free hand on Daphne's waist, hoisting her off his shoulder, and onto the ground. Daphne took a step away from him and glared at the man. "You didn't have to slap my butt!"
Mr. Heywood rolled his eyes. "What? Should I have waited and smacked your head?"
"No! You shouldn't have hit me!"
"You were hitting me," he responded in a mockingly whiny voice.
"But I didn't hit your butt!"
"You were thinking it."
Daphne's face grew hotter, if that was even possible. Mr. Firay smirked. Daphne shook her head vehemently at him. "I wasn't!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, okay. I can tell when you're lying. You're really bad at it."
Daphne scowled at him. How could he read her so easily? She stared at the ground in embarrassment. Her eyes were starting to burn and she blinked rapidly to stop her eyes from watering. Why did he always embarrass me? It was seriously unfair and un-Pucktastic.
Mr. Firay sighed. "You really have zero experience with guys, huh?"
She glared at him. "So what? I'm sorry I can't help it if guys don't like me! I'm sorry I'm not used to guys touching me! I'm sorry I'm not popular and pretty, Mr. Firay! If you want to go talk to popular and pretty girls, actually let them into your classroom at school instead of hiding from them! I bet they would do all kinds of things with you!"
Mr. Firay looked at Daphne in surprise. She breathed heavily from her sudden outburst. When her anger died down, new-found embarrassment made her face burn once more. Mr. Firay just continued to stare at her, almost in awe. She looked away when she felt tears welling up again. Sometimes I wished my tear-ducts weren't triggered by embarrassment and anger. She tried to discreetly wipe away the few tears that were escaping. It didn't work.
What was my problem. There was no reason for me to get all worked up. And I knew I had taken my outburst too far. I didn't know why I even mentioned crap about the girls at school. Mr. Firay probably thought I was immature now. Daphne grit her teeth together in frustration. Maybe she was PMS-ing.
A gentle hand was at her cheek, and it turned her head to the left slightly. Mr. Firay used his other hand to wipe away a stray tear. Daphne attempted to look away, but he held her head fast.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, sounding very sincere.
Daphne's mind went blank for a second. Mr Firay was apologizing to me? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I was the one who had blown up on him. Daphne opened her mouth to say something but he shook his head,
"I'm not done," he told her, so she shut her mouth. "I really didn't mean anything offensive by what I said. I keep forgetting you're Daphne Grimm, my student, which is my fault. But I can't help to tease you when you have such cute reactions."
Daphne would've blushed if her face wasn't already as red as a tomato. What did he mean by how be kept forgetting I was his student? Did that mean he...? Daphne shook her head quickly. He definitely did not mean what Daphne was thinking. She was getting way to ahead of herself.
Mr. Firay let out a quiet chuckle, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"
He shook his head, smirking. "Where in the world did you get the idea that I wanted to do 'all kinds of stuff' with pretty and popular girls?"
Daphne swallowed nervously and pursed her lips, her face still in Mr. Firay's firm grasp. "Well...I just figured since you're young and single you might, you know, want to have...some fun?"
Mr. Firay snorted and started laughing so hard he let go of Daphne's face and doubled over. She stood awkwardly, watching as he began to gasp for breath form laughing so hard. "You know that's illegal, right?" he asked when he was finally finished.
"Yeah," she responded. "But that hasn't stopped other people...and since you're a gangster and all, I thought it doesn't matter."
"Ex-gangster," he reminded her with a frown. "And I wouldn't have an affair with a student. I'm a teacher, Daphne. That would be extremely wrong and I would lose my job if I were ever caught. I might even-" He suddenly cut himself off, a surprised expression on his face. "I might even go to jail..."
For some reason, Daphne's chest ached. She shrugged it off though. It wasn't like she was planning to be in a relationship with this man. He was a perverted, spiteful, annoying teacher. Who happened to also be an ex-gangster. The consequences of a relationship like that were too severe too. It wasn't worth it.
"But I have to say," he mused, putting a smug smile once again. "I don't usually go for the pretty and popular girls."
"What kind of girls do you go for?" she blurted out without thinking. Immediately, she ducked her head, her cheeks flaming again.
Mr. Firay opened his mouth to respond, but shut it quickly. For a split-second, Daphne thought it was an expression of pain on his face, but before she could confirm it, it was gone. He glanced at Daphne and smirked. "Well, I go for the kind that don't have a lot of experience. They are the cutest, you know. Now shall we go?"
He walked by Daphne, his shoulder just barely brushing hers. She stared after him for a moment, his last words echoing in her mind. What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating something? Daphne shook her head violently. It meant nothing. He was just teasing her as per usual.
She hurried to catch up with him, her dizziness completely gone now. They were behind the rides now. Daphne made sure to step over all the cables, being extra cautious not to trip. When she caught up to him, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes, am amused smile playing on his lips. "You know you like hell, right?"
Daphne gave me a wry smile. "Thanks."
He chuckled. "Don't worry. I have a comb in my bag."
She rose her eyebrows slightly. Even she didn't carry around a comb. "You have a comb?"
"I need to look good in front of the ladies, right?"
She rolled her eyes and attempted to push past him but he stopped her, grabbing the back of her shirt. After releasing her, he dug into his messenger bag for a few seconds, and pulled out a comb. With a finger, he gestured Daphne to move closer to him. She did so, and held out her hand for the comb. He smirked, pulling the comb out of her reach. "I'm doing your hair for you."
"No you're not," Daphne responded quickly. "No way." She attempted to back away, but his hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her closer again. She sighed. It wasn't even worth bothering to even try and escape his grasp.
"Keep your head still," he ordered.
"Yes sir."
His hand ran through Daphne's hair, getting out the largest tangles. She stood restlessly, letting him have his way. She had to admit, he could get out snarls without it hurting her in the slightest. He ran the comb through her hair now, getting out the rest of the snarls. When he was finished, Daphne ran a hand over her head. Not a single knot.
"You wouldn't have been able to get out the ones in the back of your hair if you did it," he told her, putting the comb away.
"That's true."
"Now, Mr. Firay said with a serious face. "Do you want me to drive you home now? I think you've had enough fun for a night."
Daphne faked a laugh. "Yeah, fun."
Mr. Firay grinned. "Well, at least I had fun. And I'm ready to go home too, so it's no trouble."
She frowned slightly. She did want to go home. But she really wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. She looked at Mr. Firay pleadingly.
"You want something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to go on the Ferris wheel before we leave," she told him, adverting her gaze to the ground. "Do you...um, want to come with me?"
She didn't have to look up to know he was smirking.
"Of course. I can take the time on it to explain a few things to you as well, since you'll now be caught up in some of my problems."
Daphne looked up at him again, giving him a questioning look. What problems did he have? When he noticed Daphne's look, he gave a half shrug. "I said I'd explain it on the Ferris wheel."
She pursed her lips. "Okay."
A/N. I've been in a very festive mood (AHH! It's finally cold in Florida! WINTER!) so I'm probably going to add another chapter next week before Saturday. Gosh, my head hurts so much! This is actually supposed to be split into two chapters, but I loved this so much, so I added both together. So the result:
A very long chapter
Two cramps hands
And a throbbing head.
The last one is due to what happened yesterday in P.E. One of my classmates, Matthew hit me in the head with a dodgeball when playing Yellow River. Thank goodness it didn't touch my glasses or else I'd need a new pair. Gosh, guys throw WAY to hard. There were five (including me) injured girls yesterday and the cause was the boy's throws. Gosh, those idiots need to lower their strength!
Sooo...see ya!
~Lara