Stuck Stuck (RECONSTRUCTING)

Nine- Juniper

The blonde and I shared a glance that was horribly awkward. I was hoping she wouldn’t recognize me considering how I’d left the store when we first met…

She took her attention away from Park and really stared at me, making me shift my weight uncomfortably.

“Hey, I know you.” She slurred, narrowing her eyebrows. I stiffened and took in a quick breath, not wanting to start anything.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember you?” I was lying through my teeth; hopefully she’d believe my dumb act and just leave with Park around her arm. Two birds, one stone.

“Yeah, I’m positive.” She took a step towards me, I matched it perfectly backwards.

“I’m certain I don’t know you…”

“You do, actually. I’m the girl you told to ‘drop fucking dead’. Ringing any bells?” She cocked her head to the side and gave me that same falsely sweet smile from the shop. I was sweating now, not wanting to make a scene, I didn’t trust myself.

I didn’t know how to worm my way out of this, so I just swallowed my pride.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled. She looked shocked, staring at me with her mouth open.

“What?” She asked in disbelief. “You think that makes it okay? You can be a bitch then just say sorry?” She snickered.

“Well, actually, you were the bitch first.”

Park suddenly let out a laugh.

“Damn, Juniper. Are you trying to apologize or piss this girl off?”

I flushed, feeling ashamed. I was trying to say sorry, she wasn’t having it. Before I could defend myself I felt a stinging blow against my cheek. I lifted my hand to the burning spot.

The blonde was in my face, nothing but pride visible on her expression.

“Did- Did you just slap me?” Rage was taking over, consuming me completely. She had a grin on her reddened lips, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I wanted to take a knife to that pretty face of hers, show her what it’s like to be a real victim instead of the one I’m sure she plays herself to be.

“Oops, sorry about that.” The sarcasm was so thick you could practically feel it in the air. I brought my hands down to my sides, balling them into fists and closing my eyes. I wanted to calm down before I really hurt her…

I should have stopped myself and done the breathing techniques I found online and Dad had shown me, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted for once to act on my impulses.

I lunged for her, knocking her down and sending us both crashing into stacks of hay creating paths and walls around us. We hit the floor and she cried out, I cut off her scream by shoving my arm into her mouth and slamming her had on the ground.

“Juniper!” Park yelled, going after me and pulling me off of her. “What the hell?!”

I fought his grip, thrashing and getting back to her. She was attempting to get herself up before I grabbed her again. We ended up in a mess of punches and kicks, each trying to get on top. Eventually I had her pinned, slamming my fist into her nose.

“Stupid bitch!” I screeched. I felt power surging through me; I liked the sensation of taking over. I liked feeling like I was superior, her maker. She whimpered as I brought my fist down once more, this time connection with her jaw.

I was ripped away from her again, making me cry out as my hair was yanked. I landed on my ass, Park over top of me.

He didn’t say anything, just stared as I panted uncontrollably. I was calming down, finally.