I'm fuming with rage.
Blue doesn't know me, nor I know him. Why in the world would he think that he can become my friend. He knows I'm not friendly, and I'm pretty sure he knows that I don't like him one bit. So why does he keep trying? Does he not know what 'no' means? Because I'll send his ass back to preschool if I can so he can learn what it's meaning.
People are unfriendly and vicious for reasons. Mine just happens to be because I like to be alone. I get my energy and motive through solitude and silence. I don't like relying on people only to have my back stabbed repeated. I'm not going to make exceptions now.
"Look, Tippy, I just-"
"Don't you dare call me Tippy."
"I just thought it was your name."
"I don't give a rat's ass on what you thought it was. Don't call me that."
A rush of concentrated dislike creeps over me at the sound of my name on his tongue.
"Okay, then what should I call you?"
"Nothing. Don't call me. Don't try to learn a fucking thing about me."
"I don't know why you're so grouchy, I'm just trying - "
"Oh, my god. I honesty don't give a fuck about what you're trying to do. Are you deaf? Is that why you don't understand me when I say to leave me alone? Honestly! Are you little friends over there not enough for you? Do you need the whole world falling at their knees when you flash them a smile? Even the poor, messed up girls like me? Well let me tell you something, kid. I'm not gonna crawl behind you like a lost puppy like every other person you meet. Because I'm actually real and don't feed off bullshit.
"Why don't you just leave me to be? Why are you following me like I have the answers to life? Why don't you just stomp you feet in the middle of the playground and get the attention you desire so much? But leave me out of it. You might not have notice by all the smiles and batting eyelashes I've been giving you, but I don't really like you, Blue! So just get off my dick."
Blue looks mad, and I'm not sure why. I mean, sure I was a bit cruel, but it wasn't something to get mad about. He clenches his jaws and drops his eyes to the faded path. After a few seconds, he brushes pass me and walks in silence, never looking back.
Not my fault he's as sensitive as a five year old. He should learn how to take like a man.
I look over my shoulder toward the hill. Maybe I should go back now that Blue left. I hear a ear-splitting yelp of laughter and recognize the screech from one of Blue's friends. I will not go back if they're going to disturb my peace.
I follow the path back to the playground and lightly kick the pebbles with the tip of my shoe. I bounce on my toes and look over the playground, and a familiar blond head catches my eye.
I figured Blue left the park already, but apparently he wouldn't leave without his grinning friends. Blue's slouched over with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He couldn't have gotten that hurt on what I said. It was hardly something to overthink about. Suddenly, he rakes his fingers through his hair, as his big, pale blue eyes lock with my bland ones.
I stare at him with distaste and disgust. But he just sends me crooked grin from across the playground.
But I can tell by the look in his eyes that he's hurting.
