I look up into Heath's eyes. Or what you can see of them as they are partially concealed in wrinkles of fat.
"So, you've fallen in love with a dog. Blu, to be exact," he spits. I back up, a whine pleading to escape. I imprison it, refusing to let it go. "She's mine, pup. You will pay for everything you ever should have given me, and then we'll take you anyways. Beat you until you wish you'd never been born!"
"But she loves me," I stand up to him, "and I love her."
"What do you think? Just because you love her makes you two inseparable!? Huh? Because I'm sure she's just playing you up. Naw, Blu's heart belongs to me."
"Then why did she fight you off? Answer," I demand, stepping forwards although my heart is racing. One swipe of his paw could take me down for the count. He just grunts.
"I don't need to tell you anything, wolf. Get on your merry way, you animal." My nostrils flare as I turn around and leave. I head towards Huckleberry Street. That can't all be true. No, Heath is a liar…. Heath is—is a liar….
But every passing second, what he says becomes more real. It would make sense. I don't like any dogs, and dogs don't like me. That's how it's meant to be. That's what Pickle said, and he is right.
Once more I turn into the stone path. There's a T-bone steak. I sluggishly pick it up in my mouth and turn away, praying not to run into Blu.
"Blitz?" Dag nab it! I spin around. Blu backs up as she looks at my expression. I can't even tell how I feel right now. Heath is probably right. And Pickle's right either way. I don't belong with a mutt. Although, he probably meant it the other way around, I don't pay attention to it.
"I've… got to go," I lie. Blu's whine is audible as I walk down the street. It wasn't a mistake. No. We don't belong together. I should avoid her at all costs. I should go find Rocco. He'll keep me distracted from this.
"Rocco," I yap to the bulldog. He turns his head my way.
"Where have you been off to? I've been searching everywhere for some scraps, but there just isn't nothing these days. You know that they have this squat little school kids cleaning up the garbage around town? Yeah, well, I saw one with a hot-dog, Blitz. A hot-dog! Only three quarters eaten, at least! Aw, man, and now I'm craving hot-dogs." Rocco whines.
"Blitz." I turn around. Blu is standing in the alley's entrance.
"What?" I ask sullenly. She steps closer, her ears perked, eyes searching for an answer. I begin to walk off, hoping to avoid her question, but to no prevail.
"Why do you keep running away?" I turn back to face her again. I keep my eyes dry and my tail low. But my heart beats quickly as I answer:
A/N: Oh no! Are these two separable after all? Then again, they haven't known each other long. Oh, too much to think about! And, sadly, the next chapter *will not* be posted until I get a review for this one (unlike how I excused it for earlier chapters)!