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Chapter 3 - Little Numbers, Big Fists

Chapter 3 - Little Numbers, Big Fists

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        Quiet. This was the only possible word I could use to describe the hallway on that Wednesday morning. The only thing I could truly do was reflect on how the year was going so far. Outside the window I was looking at dreary weather. Dark clouds hung in the air as the weather began to transition to official autumn weather. The only sounds came from nearby quiet chatter between the few people who were wandering the halls. I had an hour to sit here before school started, and I decided that I might as well make myself comfortable.

        A few minutes later I felt a few hands jar me and clamp down on my shoulders. Startled at first, I wanted to turn around, but after thinking about it for a moment, I stiffened as I knew who was behind me.

        "Hi Sage," the boy greeted me, probably with a stupid crooked smile on his face. That was the only expression he ever had.

        "Hi Blaine," I responded coldly. As I turned around to face him, I made sure to keep my face blank and emotionless. Even the slightest hint of emotion would allow him to win whatever conflict we were about to have.

        When I did face him, I was not expecting the sight I saw. He did not have his sly smile across his face. No, and this was probably the first time I had seen him like this in years. His hair was now grown long, and was in desperate need of being cut as it almost grazed his eyes. And when I did look into his eyes, I expected some hint of mischief, but there was nothing. My eyes widened for a brief moment, but I quickly resumed my poker face. All he wanted was to bother me.

        "You know, it's not hard to be nice to your friend," he stated as he smirked, as if he was satisfied with himself.

        "You're not my 'friend', and you never will be. You backstabbed me," I remarked. "Get a haircut hippy."

        "I see the feeling isn't mutual," he told me calmly, his eyes looking straight into my own.

        "What do you want?" I asked him, my tone of voice still calm, yet I couldn't help but grit my teeth and hide my clenched fists.

        "Nothing. I merely wanted to say hello," he shrugged, only making me more frustrated. It sure did get my blood boiling.

        "We both know you're lying. What the hell do you want, what the hell does Troy want?" I yelled, my voice almost cracking while it echoed throughout the almost barren hallway. The few students who were wandering around gave curious glances in our direction.