Don't you dare.

Seismic events at Hellos and Goodbyes

((A/N: More Grammar and story fixing, sorry sorry))
     If I'm goin' a be saying all of this, I suppose I should introduce myself, eh? The names Finley, or Fin. Though, some of the guys in the lockers try to say things like "Look at him! Practically everyone's bitch and doesn't even fight back, what a fragile princess, maybe we should call him Ley!" so I guess that's another name I have. I'm your average guys, 5'11, long black hair, glasses, heterochromia, the whole normal guy package. When I first started high school, I wasn't too optimistic, I hoped I'd have at least 2 friends which is reasonable, right? The gods didn't think so! I've been alone since I got here. It's not like I haven't tried, a lot of people have similar interests as me, they just all ignore me and turn away. I don't blame them, I'm boring, annoying, and my only uses are being an atm and punching bag.

Though I've already revealed I've formed a uh, 'crush' on her, Willow is my biggest abuser. She's taller than me- 6'3 to be exact. I would say a joke about 4 inches, but then you'd all I'm gay, which I'm not. But the 4-inch height difference is horrible. She thinks since I'm 'smaller' and rarely talk she can call me a 'mouse'. Her mouse. What the hell did she mean by that? Does she like hitting me that much- that she's the only one that can do it? Does she... like me that much...? I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her letting me go and turning away saying, "If someone's going to take what's mine, I'll just have to take it back. Maybe I'll give you something so everyone will KNOW you're mine..." Willow says to herself. "Hehe, maybe you should collar and leash him, like the stupid mutt he is!" One of the annoying wenches watching says, the other one agreeing "YOU TOTALLY SHOULD!!!".

Willow turns to them and thinks "A collar, hmm? He'd be like my little pet then". Though I can't see her face, I can tell she has the annoyingly almost omnipresent smirk. She could be glaring daggers into my soul, but her lips could still be slightly forming a smirk. I only know because I look at her lips a lot- not for any weird reason, I just uh think they're pretty. Willow whips back around to me "Wouldn't you like that? Being my little pet?" She snickers and walks closer, the smirk planted on her lips like I knew it would be. She stops in front of me, her eyes looking all over my face, causing me to burn a deeper red than I already was. She places her hand on my cheek, the palm cupping it slightly as she says, "You'd be my good boy, right?" I don't know why but that made my heart almost jump out of my throat, and all she did was ask me something. I don't reply, which causes her to shake my face and say, "I asked you a question mouse, I need an answer." I don't know what else to say so, "y-yes" I mumble, which wasn't loud enough for her as she lets out a "Hmmm?".

     I look in her eyes, slightly annoyed "Y-Yes." I say, a louder tone than I've ever used with her, which she notices as well. "Well, the mouse CAN speak normally! Oh, and he used his big boy voice just to tell me he'd be a good pet, how adorable" She teases me, petting my hair like I'm a dog. I know I should be humiliated by it, but it actually feels quite nice... never mind that. The embarrassment of liking the petting causes me to look away from her eyes again. Her grip suddenly tightens around my hair, the sudden jolt of pain causes me to whimper, enticing a giggle out of Willow. "Part of being my good boy is being ONLY MINE." She says and shifts my head up, making me look her in the eyes once more. "So, I'll go have a little talk with Mac and let him know if he comes near you again, I'll break his weak legs, mkay? Then Mouse, you'll be only mine again". My faces is so red, my body feel like it might collapse, she's hurting me, but why don't I want it to end?

   As if she could tell what I was thinking, she lets go and harshly pats my cheek. She looks me up and down once more and says, "You know, being that 'blushy' and embarrassed by someone who's tormented you your entire school life isn't sane, you should get that checked out, Mouse." Her friends snicker, does she know how I feel? She acts like she suspects it, but then doesn't call it out, is it because of her friends? Suddenly I feel her shove her hands on my neck, harshly choking me out. Is she actually going to kill me? I suppose I don't have much to live for anyways, why should I care? She's doing me a favor, if anything. "Willow, don't you think that's too far?"  I hear one of her friends ask, she responds by tightening her grip and saying, "Not at all, now shut up or you're next". I don't know if she's going to kill me or not, but I can't help but try and get her off of me. I push, hit, and desperately try yank her hands away from my neck. The only thing I get is a loud laugh from her "You're so weak Mouse, you should stop, you won't be able to do much".

     I look at her eyes once more, I can feel tears running down my face. So, this is how it ends eh? Always thought I'd do this myself, a tight noose, maybe OD on some drug like my siblings. Before I can think of anything else, Willow yanks her hands away, dropping me to the floor. I collapse and gasp for air, once it goes in I can't help but scream it out. Not a normal scream, no this one is deep, guttural even. I can feel it shake my entire body, the fear, anger, and pain all flowing out through the scream and tears streaming down my face.  The three of them stand over me, the other two unsure of what to do, Willow smiling like the crazy fucker she is. She says, "Since I don't have a collar on me, those nice prints around your neck should let everyone know you belong to someone." Willow lets out a triumphant "Hm." and turns "Let's go girls." I stumble to my feet, wanting to stand up for myself, I look at her and she glances back at me "Goodbye little mouse."

      She stares right into my soul with those dazzling eyes, that annoying fucking smirk planted right on her lips where it usually is. I'm supposed to be angry, upset, in pain, SOMETHING NORMAL, but all I can feel is my heart racing, me falling for that damn smirk more and more as it leaves. Is this how I am supposed to feel? Is this normal? Am I finally normal? I think I might be- I've been uninterested in people my entire life. Everyone grew up having crushes, I grew up alone. This is nice, isn't it? I'm normal, I have a crush. Dare I say, I'm in love. This is love, I'm in love in love in love in love in- get a grip Finley, you're still in public. I look around, no one to be seen, Willow and her two followers already walked down the school stairs, presumable to see Mac. It's after hours, I should leave. I'm normal, this is nice. 

I just wish home was normal too.