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three| the bloody crutches

Now, for those of you who don't know Dallary, she's a bully.

I know, right?

A high school bully and she apparently never wants me to live it down. Because relatively every single day, she has found something contrary to me, to badger and harass me for. But that was one year ago. I still had crutches that year and the year before.

But one thing I perceived about Dallary, is that she insinuates to not say anything about my crutches.

Or the enfeebled state of my legs altogether. Maybe she knows it's a sore subject for me, but then again, since when did Dallary Wixx give a crap about my feelings?

"Hello, extraterrestrial," she cooed, sneering nefariously. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

I diminished my eyes at her idiocy. "You came over here, remember?"

She clicked her tongue at the roof of her mouth. "Not that, you imbecile. Why are you eating in the library? And with Taya-Tomboy following in your footsteps?" she nodded her gigantic head towards Taya.

Okay, whenever someone ridicules my best friend and talk indifferently about her, it makes my blood boil over. Dallary had no right, because Taya wasn't even in this conversation. This was clearly some unresolved drama between the two of us.

Sure, Taya always wore baggy clothes, and kept her hair in a messy bun, most of the time, except for today. And maybe she did always wear boy-ish clothes, but I didn't care.

She was still my best friend, and I actually loved her style, because it was different than most of the girls at this school, who wore shorts, jeans and skirts that only defined their rear-ends. Which gives me more notion that she's even better best friend material. And makes me love her even more.

I creased my brows at the allegation of her calling my best friend a tomboy. "Watch it, Dallary. That's my best friend you're talking about."

She sniggered, obviously finding something comical about the current situation. "And what're you gonna do? Tell on me? I only came here for one reason and one reason only."

"Then get on with it, so that you can leave." I told her, still sitting in me seat.

She stepped closer and placed both of her hands onto the table, spreading her long, hot-pink manicured fingers out, as she decided her next words. "First off, this is a public school library, not the nerd constitution," she remarked, with a snarl. Then she leaned forward, in my face, as she spoke. "Second, and what I came here for: stay away from Kaven. He's mine."

I rose an eyebrow at her close proximity and 'threatening words'.

"First, lay off," I pushed her in her chest and away from me, earning an evil glare from her in protest. "Second, I want nothing to do with Kaven. Why don't you ask him, since you assume to own him. He's been the one following me around, like a lost puppy. He keeps finding me, for some annoying reason, so maybe that answers your involvement." And to possibly aggravate her even more, I wanted to throw in one other tiny little detail. "Oh, and...he also invited me to the bonfire tonight."

Her lips and face stretched into a scowl of the century. To say her shafting glower was murderous, would be an understatement. It was downright menacing, but not to me. I just stayed calm, while she fumed, with distaste.

"Like I said: stay away from him." she repeated, as if I hadn't just given her my entire testimony.

Giving up on her, I turned back to my book and lunch, just as the bell rang. I'm glad that I'd gotten the time to even eat most of my food.