"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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TW: PANIC ATTACK
♫ Valentina ♫
"DO YOU HAVE everything you need?" Miles asks as I situate myself on the couch of the common room, surrounded by Oliver, Finnick, Mac, and even Dallas. I think he just likes gore, though.
I nod at his question and slowly start to peel the dressing off my left knee first, the tape pulling at my skin and I'm thankful I shaved yesterday.
I shave most days, mainly because of the shorts we wear for track, and because it feels nice under the covers, too.
As I peel the gauze away from the graze, everyone leans in closer, and I pause, looking up at them to find them staring at my knee in weird anticipation.
"I need to breathe, please, my own air. Not a carbon dioxide cocktail. Fuck off."
They back away, but still eye my knee. I peel the rest of the bandage off and expose the wound, which has now turned a lighter shade of red, and is no longer bleeding, but is coated in a gooey weird clear liquid, a blunt throb erupting as the cool air touches it.
A low chorus of ooh's emanate from the guys and I just look up at them confused and concerned.
There is nothing that deeply fascinating about my injury to be ooh-ing about. I can tell Oliver feels the same because he purses his lips to form a tight line, and he steps away.
He notices me looking at him and quickly changes his expression to his usual smile and gives me a thumbs up and I roll my eyes at him, and the moment I look away, I can still see his expression drop into his previous one.
Despite the overwhelming urge I have to wipe all the gooey stuff off, I suppress it and place a new gauze on top, wrapping it tightly to secure it with a new bandage, and as I do, Mac asks, "How the fuck did bumping into someone cause that."
I just stare up at him. I don't know if he means to say it the way he does, he probably does, but the complete disgusted confusion brings back the anger from earlier today.
"I'll fucking bump into you while I'm sprinting almost at my full speed and see how far you get tumbled," I grumble back to him, and I can tell he rolls his eyes, which means I've successfully pissed him off.
Speaking of pissing people off, I haven't seen Luca today.
He wasn't in our dorm when we got back, and I don't think anyone else has seen him either. He's probably just banging some other chick in a toilet stall or some shit, so I couldn't give two fucks.
