The Writing on the Walls

Chapter Three

I walk over to the side of the house and climb up and onto the ledge of his window. I slip the window open and stand I his room. Curly turns around with a shocked expression. Before he can utter a single word I've punched him hard in his jaw. He cocks his head to the side giving me a sickening smirk. He lunges for me but I simply knee him in the crotch.
"Bitch!" He yells while holding his very little friend.
"Relax you don't have any there to begin with so cut the crying." I say harshly. He stands up and presses me against the wall. I grab his shirt and flip our positions so my forearm is pressed against his neck. I send my fist just below his and add pressure to his neck.
"You come near my again and you're dead." I hiss while pulling my arm away and climbing out the window.
"He hurt you?" Dallas asks while walking up to me.
"I'm fine." I said while rubbing my wrist. Curly sure has one hell of a grip.
"I didn't ask if you were fine. I asked if he hurt you."
"Yes. My wrist hurts but that's all." I say, my anger subsiding.
"Let me see." He says while grabbing it.
"You'll be fine. But we should get your knuckles wrapped." He says while dropping my arm. I nod and we walk back to my house.
"Where do you keep your bandages?" He asks while laying my bag on the table. I forgot he hand it.
"In my bathroom." I say while pulling the books out. I get a paper towel and start wiping the goo off them. I suddenly understand why teachers make us cover them. Dallas walks back out with the bandages and softly pushes me into a sitting position.
"I can do it on my own, you know." I say while looking up at him.
"I know. I just thought I'd help." He says while cleanings and bandaging my aching knuckles.
"Thanks." I say while pulling my hands from his and finishing wiping my books.
"Could you do me favor?" I ask while standing up.
"Yeah."
"Go get perfume out of my room, please." I say and he just nods. I walk into the laundry room and put my bag in the washing machine. When I walk back out I see Dallas looking at the bottle with a perplexed look on his face.
"Do you have a problem?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"No, just thinking."
"Okay." I say while taking the bottle from his hands. I spray my books to get rid of the smell and put them into a different bag.
"Isn't that heavy?" Dallas asks when I put the bag over my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I say while going to walk out of my house.
"Let me carry it." He says while taking it from me.
"Are you sure? Because I'm fine, really."
"Yeah, it's a good workout." He says with a smirk.
"Where to?" He asks after a few moments of silence.
"School. It's lunch so I can slip in without them noticing I'm late."
"You mean you cut class and then go back?"
"Well I had to get Curly when he didn't expect it. If I would have waited until school was over he would expect me."
"I get that but why don't you just stay home the rest of the day?"
"I don't know." I shrug while taking my bag from Dallas.
"Thanks." I say while giving him a side hug and walking into school. Dallas has been nice. It's odd because he's always been an ass to everyone. I don't know. Maybe he's got a cold. Or maybe he's had a change of heart. Whatever the reason is I hope he isn't changing himself for me. Nah, I don't think that's it.