Black Rain, Stevidot

Chapter 7

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Connies pov~

        I feel a rush of burning jealousy as I see Steven and that green little piece of crap cuddling on the couch.
"Um, hello, Peridot..." I say through my clenched teeth.
"Connie!" Steven grins and pats the space next to him. I see Peridot gripping his hand. "Peridot saved me!" He told me with stars in his eyes.
"No way! Steven saved me!" Peridot hooked arms with my Steven, blushing a darker green.

I forced a smile. "I'm so glad you two are okay!" That's a lie. I'm glad Steven is ok. I wish Peridot had died right now. "Let me go get some drinks for you girls, what would you like?" Steven asks kindly, unhooking his arm from Peridots.

"I would like some juice." Peridot replies. "Same as her." I say sweetly.

Peridot's pov~

"So..." I mutter as Steven walks away. Connie grabs my hair and presses her finger to her lips. I shut my mouth, which I was about to yelp with. She tugs. Hard.

"Stay. Away. From. Steven..." She growls. "That would be kind of hard, I live with him." I point out. "No you piece of crap, no physical interaction, no talking to him, and no looking at him." Connie tells me, with an angry glare.

"No." I refuse. She tugs on my hair even more, and slams me into the ground. At that moment, we hear footsteps running out of the kitchen. Connie sits on the couch as I force myself to get up.
"Silly Peri! Your so clumsy!" Connie Acts innocent and sweet, but shoots a glare at me.
"Peridot! Are you ok?" Steven runs over to me and hugs me. I stick my tongue out at Connie while he does.

The shocked and angry look in her face is worth her probably beating me up later. Steven lets go and I sit back down in the couch.
"You skinned your knees!" He exclaimed, poking my knees. I hiss in pain. He mumbled an apology and went to get some of the 'bandages'.

Connie glanced at me, her mouth agape. "I can't believe I didn't think you wouldn't cause trouble between me and Steven!" Connie slapped me hard and ran out the door, slamming it also hard. (What did I just write? Is that even correct in the English languige? Did I spell that right? I'm too tired to tell...)

I put my hand to my cheek. "Ouch..." I glare out the window at the vanishing Connie. "What is her deal?" I ask myself quietly. Steven comes back with bandages. He sticks his tongue out, focusingly as he dresses my wound.

Sorry such a short chapter, I was tired while writing this. Just enjoy this GIF. YAY!!!