i really hate you, i think?

3.

girlxgirl

i glared at the top of her head as she untied my skates

during so, i noticed her hair looked weirdly soft

she pulled the second skate off my foot and looked up

i quickly looked away, so she wouldn't notice me staring

i wasn't going to think of her hair

not at all, i would never.

instead i focused on putting my shoes on

"did you hit your head?" sage asked, sounding annoyed

"you were there, why don't you answer that question?"

sure, i was being petty. but she deserved it

i picked up a towel, and put it on the back of my head

i wasn't concussed, i was sure, but maybe i would need stitches

sage furrowed her eyebrows, as if thinking

and then she stood up, and stepped over the bench

"i'm only helping you, because it's partly my fault."

"okay?" i had already assumed that

"don't think otherwise."

i was about to respond, with a much better response, obviously

but sage took the towel from me, and her hand had grazing my head

she put slightly more pressure then i had, and i winced

immediately, sage put less pressure

i ignored the warmth of her hands, and purely the fact that she noticed my wince

it wasn't like i wanted her to touch me

she just did, although accidentally.

"you're not bleeding anymore,"

the towel was lowered, and i stood up

"you know, one would say thank you at this point." she spoke with a bitter tone

"one would say thank you, if it wasn't your fault."