The Hard Doubled Life

Down Hearted

The hand gripping my wrist was gone. I looked to see who the hell grabbed me. It was Noah; he was standing about 3 feet away with one of his hands on the right side of his lips.  

"What the hell Amanda?!!!" He yelled out, obviously pissed and frustrated  

I'm easily angered. "Me?! What the fuck were you doing yanking me like that?! You should know better than that! You freaking' asstard!" I screamed at him  

Causing some people to look back at us. I noticed I was a tad bit to loud.  

So I got people to stop staring. "Mind your own damn business people!"  

And it worked. Thankfully no teachers were around.  

I turned my attention back to Noah and he winced when he put pressure on the side of his lip. I noticed it was a bit red where I hit him and looked like it was starting a bruise.  

"Happy now?" He said sarcastically with anger.  

Ugh I hate being a bitch sometimes, made me feel guilty inside. I took a couple steps to get to him; he of course still looked mad and hurt.  

"Get your hand out of your face." I said, I knew the words still sounded mean but I said it with a caring tone.  

He lifted his brow and hesitated for a second but then obeyed. Looking at it carefully, the tips of my fingers gently touched the side of his lips.  

"Put something cold on it, and don't touch it. Okay? It should be okay in a couple of days." I said my voice soft and caring.  

I looked up and he was staring at me with beautiful blue eyes. Oh god' did I just say beautiful? I noticed I was looking at him straight in the eyes after that thought. I immediately was brought back to reality and looked away. He looked away too and seemed disappointed. Why was he disappointed?  

There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds then he said, "Okay"  

"Huh?" Why did he just say 'okay' to break the awkwardness?  

"Okay I'll do what you said.... Its not like I didn't know what to do myself." He said like I was the stupid one.  

Ugh, here we go again..."I was just trying to fuckin' help"  

"It would help if you didn't always hit people when they try to talk to you."  

"People? You mean you. Plus if you wanted to talk to me you didn't fuckin have to grab me out of no where and drag me with you." I'm starting to lose my temper again huh?  

"Sorry, Okay?"  

Damn arrogant bastard. "Hurry up with what you need to say so we can get to class. The late bell is going to ring soon."  

"Did you get the meeting location?" He asked. What was he? Stupid?  

"No shit, Sherlock." Hmm I like my bitchiness  

He rolled his eyes and huffed. I guess he realized what a stupid question that was, knowing he works with me and all.  

"Ignoring that comment..Now, what time did they say?" He asked.  

"At 5. Why?"  

"Hmmm. Wonder what’s going." He said. Sounded like he was talking more to himself then me.  

"Cough it up, what’s happening?"  

"Mines at 4:30." Suspicious.  

But I shook it off. "Maybe they want to talk to us separately or something."