"You make it so easy to pick on you," Elsa explained, about a week later. That was the first thing she said, when she came up to me. "I mean, you practically set yourself up."
I shrugged.
She sighed angrily. "If you had even a little bit of a backbone, I'd probably back off, you know."
I nodded. I knew.
"Then why don't you defend yourself more?"
I shrugged.
She slammed me up against the locker, like she had done countless times before. However, this time was different. She didn't hold me as tight, and she wasn't holding me there to keep me there.
However, I didn't move. Not an inch. I ignored the opportunity that she was giving me for another one.
When she realized that I wasn't really trying to escape, she drew away quickly. Her eyes were wide, like that one time in the library, with the "M" encyclopedia laying open on the table above us.
"You are sick in the head!" she declared, walking away.