Why I Hate Hunter

{14}. Batshit Crazy

She crashed into someone else, a cold and metallic blade pressing against her skin.

"What the...?!" she meant to yell, but she stopped abruptly when she felt the knife penetrate her arm, slowly and painfully.

"Oh, come on!" The person she crashed into yelled, and for a moment Mavis' ears buzzed and her vision blurred.

Her heart started beating fast as her body, against Mavis' will, focused even more on the cut the kife had created. This was it, she thought, this was Elijah's revenge. He was going to cut her arm or something, to get revenge on his broken one, and she had foolishly let him close just because she wasn't paying attention.

But just as Mavis thought the pain would increase and the kife was going to move upwards her arm, the cold blade left her skin and whoever had been violating her personal space moved away abruptly.

"What kind of psycho falls on a fucking knife?!" the person exclaimed again and Mavis finally registered the heavy girly voice. She lifted her eyes and saw that Elijah was not some obscure girl who looked at Mavis' blood on her blade like it was dirtying her favorite thing. Only that right now Elijah would have been a less scary option to look at.

The girl was skinny and small, but other than that nothing else told you she was a delicate wallflower. If there was one word to describe her, would be dark.

Her eyes were a dark shade of grey, as if, even though they could easily be a washed out white, they were shady and dangerous deep down. Her hair was short and messy like swines that lived in jungles and waited for people to get stuck before they squeezed the life out of them and they looked dyed because it was the darkest shade of black Mavis had ever seen. The girl's featured didn't help her either. Her eyes looked sunken as if she had shaded them to look like she always stood up all night planning murders and her cheekbones were quite permanent in her sharp expressive face. And then the rest of her body was deceptively made to look strong because she had absolutely no muscle but she had tattoos, her sleeves were rolled up and she held a cigarette on her left hand since her right was occupied by her sharp knife.

"What kind of psycho walks around with a knife on their hand as if they are not on school grounds!" Mavis protested right back as she finally looked at the cut she had just received not feeling like opening a fight with a girl who could just attack her again at any second. She wasn't about to let her go either just because she seemed scary. She hurt Mavis and she was not going to walk with a damn knife around unless she wanted to get herself expelled.

The cut wasn't deep, but it was bleeding more than it was supposed too since the girl had cut right below the inner side of her elbow, where the skin was the most delicate.

The girl didn't speak as she eyed Mavis up, trying to decide something in her head.

"You are stupid," she decided as she took a side of Mavis' blouse and wiped her kife with it.

"Hey, that's my shirt!"

Mavis' protest was completely useless and she couldn't believe her luck. She had just gotten rid of Hunter and now a darker, girly version of him had shown up out of nowhere.

"So what? You have blood coming out of your arm, you can easily explain why the shirt has blood on it. Unless, of course, you are stupid enough to tell on me."

The girl was challenging her, the knife silently playing on her hands clearly meant to scare Mavis from talking. Mavis actually considered just walking away, cleaning herself up and stir clear of the stupid girl, but she had had enough of pushing around for the day, and she was definitely not letting a psycho free on the school.