A Day in the Life of Me

High School Worries Pt. 2

"Ahhh, finally!!" Andrea walked (almost skipping happily) down the street towards her home. School had let out merely seconds earlier, and she was happy to leave-especially after finding out she shared EVERY DAMN CLASS with that hedgehog Scourge!! She sighed loudly and pulled out her phone, texting Sonic saying that she'd be home late...and felt a hand on her shoulder. "WHAT THE F-?!!" She yelled as another gloved hand clapped over her mouth. "Geez, babe, it's just me!-YOWCH!!" Biting the strangers hand-HARD-she jumped away and turned around. " Scourge?!! Holy crap, DON'T FUCKING DO THAT!!!" Andrea's heard hammered behind her ribs as she watched a small flower of red bloom against the white of his glove. "Damn, girl...." He growled, holding his hand gingerly. "I just wanted to say hi, you don't have to eat my hand!" Andrea frowned at him, placing her hands on her hips. "Well, don't scare me and we won't have this problem!" She was, however, starting to worry about that wound...Sighing, she walked towards him and grabbed his hand, making him wince and mutter something under his breath."Oh, quit whining you baby..." Andrea growled and touched the bright red stain. Fingers coming away bloody, Andrea's fear of how badly she'd wounded him grew. Slipping off his glove showed she had bitten through the tough material and still had enough strength to peirce flesh-pretty deeply, too."...You should get that stitched up, unless you want another scar to match those," she gestured toward his chest. He chuckled lightly and pulled his glove back on. "Eh, I've survived worse..." he said glaring, "...WITHOUT anyone's help. I can hold my own..." but as he finished this sentance, his glare turned into an amused smile. "Besides, why are you so worried about me? You didn't seem to give two fucks if I lived or died back at the prison they call a 'School'." Andrea blinked at his words. Why WAS she so worried? It wasn't her problem if he got hurt...maybe it was because SHE caused the wound? Or was she worried that he was hurt in general-NO! She DIDN'T CARE!!! Andrea growled and got an inch from his face. "Understand this-Just because I help you, DOESN'T mean I like you. Capiche?" He blinked in surprise and smirked. "you're gettin' awful close here. Are you sur you'll be safe if you're this close to me?..." His smirk turned into a wide grin as he finished his thought."...You might just lose a few things...and not physical, either." Andrea took a step back and felt brick. "Shit..." she muttered under her breath. She didn't even realize she'd been backing up!! Andrea looked up at him. His face was so close their noses touched, and against her will, a blush stained her cheeks. "H-hey, get way from me!" She squirmed, but he had a firm grip around her waist, forcing her arms in front of her and her hands onto his chest. The blush on her face deepened as he drew her closer."Now why would I do that?..." His voice was low, smooth as silk, and Andrea shivered as he whispered those words into her ear. "S-scourge, seriously!..."Andrea kept wriggling around, trying to get away, and felt something-her knife! She'd forgotten all about it! If only she could reach it..."What? This your first time doin' this?" He smirked, and she glared as she moved her hand to her pocket."No, it isn't..." Almost there....GOT IT!!! Andrea flipped it open and held it to his throat. "And It will NEVER be. Not with YOU." He slowly released his hold on her, hands dropping to his sides. He chuckled, and she heard him speak as she walked away:

"...We'll see about that, babe..."

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