Chapter Six
Trials, Tenacity and Tact
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"Are you taking the piss?" I scoffed.
His brows furrowed together in a confused look.
I sighed. "Are you joking, teasing, telling a lie..." I clarified.
"Geez. Where the hell are you from? What kind of slang is that? And, no, I'm not 'taking your piss'. Greg's one of the toughest guys I know -"
"So why would Mr. Tough-Guy get hurt by a girl?" I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, awaiting his answer.
"I already told you. He has pretty strong feelings for her."
"He doesn't know her."
"And neither do you!" he exploded. "You can't say that in three days you know what is right for her!"
"I do know that a guy who claims he loves a girl, without even talking to her, is a danger to any female. He's trying to please her romantic side just to get into her pants!"
"Should I remind you that I was the one that told you that he was in love? HE didn't tell HER." Blake shoved his hand through his hair. "You're impossible."
I refused to be insulted. "Thank you," I said with a smirk "If you don't want your friend to get hurt, tell him now that he's wasting his time, before he gets more 'emotionally attached'."
"No need," said a voice coming from down the hall. I looked over Blake's shoulder to see Greg approaching. "You guys should tone down the shouting match, I could hear you from the front of the school."
He turned to me; his soft, blue eyes seemed to harden with resolve. "As you're a friend of Haezel's, I won't hate you, even if you do often provoke my friend here. But if you try and stop me from winning her over, you will make an annoying enemy in this school.'
"Oh really?" I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "I don't think I'll have to stop you myself, seeing as Haezel can do it by herself."
I turned away to leave, calling over my shoulder, "But, truly Greg, you should quit now. Wouldn't want you to get hurt..."
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Blake Amherst
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I watched her stride away, her short legs moving at a fast trot. She had none of the sleek, styled movements that Janelle possessed but her motion drew my attention nonetheless.
Then I remember who I was staring at.
"Man, I would really love to know how she managed to get that stick up her ass," I muttered.
Greg punched me lightly on the arm. "I think you like her."
"Ha!" The short laugh burst from me. "You're taking the piss, Gregory. I don't think we've had a conversation yet that hasn't ended in a screaming match."
"Oh, come on dude. You were the one that wanted to hang with them that lunchtime."
"That was to give you the opportunity to speak with your latest lover-girl."
"Oh sure," he sang, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I'll tell you what. Because you really 'hate' her, I'll invite you to my first dance chorey lesson tonight. You can glare at her all you want."
I was uncomfortable with this twisted feeling that welled up in me, suspiciously similar to jealousy. "She joined your choreography group?" I asked, surprised.
