The Catalyst

2. The Catalyst

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I feel like my relationship with Forrester at the time needs to be illustrated.  Basically it was an every day irritation.  Unlike most girls I really was just irritated.  He annoyed the living crap out of me.  We fought and called each other names and basically hated each other.  All I wanted to be was away from him.  Plus he gave me a weird vibe.  There was something about him that was strange.  I hated to admit I was a little curious about him, but the minute he opened his mouth all curiosity left.

I sighed as the teacher droned on and I was forced to sit next to the disgusting man.  His brown hair was too long for a guy and it was always messy.  I liked guys with short gelled hair that was never in disarray.  Plus I loved blue eyes on guys, not muggy brown eyes.  Also Forrester had a dusting of freckles across his nose, I hated freckles, so just about every aspect of that guy was unappealing to me.

I sighed and as a piece of hair fell into my face I blew it up and then moved it back to the side. 

"You look like a fish when you do that." He mumbled.

I just glared at him, "Your face is ugly all the time so...so shut up!"

"Wow, I don't even know how to respond to such a bad comeback."

I huffed in defeat and scooted farther away from him.  

Suddenly a piece of paper fell onto my desk.  I quickly opened it and looked at the contents.  I noticed that Forrester was leaning over a little too, so I gave him a cruel stare that said, 'back up, it's my note.' He put his hands up in surrender and went back to looking at the teacher.

I read the note quickly,

Dear Brynlee,

Ignore him.

Love,

Greg

I sighed.  He was right after all.  If I wouldn't respond Forrester would probably not bother me so much.

Suddenly Forrester reached out to grab his pencil on the end of his desk and I noticed something strange.  His knuckles were covered in bruises and scrapes. 

"What did you do?" I asked, completely without thinking.

He looked at his hand, but quickly covered it up and smiled at me, "Now why would I tell you that?"

"Because I asked." I replied snottily.

"It's a secret." He winked.

I looked at him confused, but he just turned back to the teacher and covered his knuckles.

I had seen knuckles like that before though.  On Andrew.  Only once though and it was after a guy had hit on me right in front of him.  Andrew hit him unbelievably hard and his knuckles were pretty badly bruised after that.

"Did you hit someone?" I whispered.

He snorted and chuckled a little, "Leave it alone little raccoon.  It's none of your business."

I glared at him.  "Fine.  I don't care."

I turned back to the teacher and began trying to focus on the lesson, but his knuckles were still visible and I couldn't help but wonder.

Class ended and Forrester quickly left before I could try and ask again.  Greg came up to me with a grin.  "You did good from what I saw."

"Greg, Forrester is weird.  I told you guys there's something strange about him." I said, looking up at him.