Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Thirteen

         I brought the necessities for the evening’s plans in a plastic bag and smuggled them into Andy’s room. When I realized he was nowhere to be found I sprawled myself out on his bed and decided to wait on him. After about five minutes I started getting bored and began playing with the hem of my shirt. When Luke walked in it caught both of us off guard, but maybe more so him. His eyes practically popped out of his head and he let out a girlish shriek that did not fit his persona at all. I struggled not to laugh as he regained his composure. "Hey there, Lukie," I said looking at him with a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

            “Shut up, Prick,” he muttered and then his eyes fell over the plastic bag full of goodies setting beside me, “What's in the bag?”

            “Stuff.”

            He eyed me skeptically and stepped closer. “What kind of stuff.”

            “Stuff you don't need to know about,” I replied rudely. I was quickly losing my patience with him.

            “Don't be a stupid prick, tell me what's in there,” he insisted stepped closer and bent over the bed trying to get to the bag.

            “It’s none if your d*** business,” I growled through gritted teeth and hid the bag behind my back. He acted as if I didn’t hate him and wouldn’t beat the s*** out of him if he crossed me.

            “It is as long as Andy's involved,” he barked straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. Like that dumb b****** was actually threatening to me. He may have at one time been a meaty guy, but he no longer had any muscles. All he had going for him was his height, but yet again I still had the advantage because I was a good two or three inches taller than the stupid little f*****.

            I couldn't stand it. Something snapped. My brain stem unplugged and I jumped up off the bed, reared my arm back, and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

            “Oh, God you're bleeding!” I said as soon as my brain stem reattached itself.

           He lay on the ground holding his bloody nose for a long time. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I just sort of stood there flexing my hand to keep the swelling down. I wasn’t really sure if that would help, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

            Andy walked in and rushed over to Luke’s side. “S***!”

            That was the first time I ever heard him swear.

             He pried his hands away from his face, and looked at his nose. He pulled his cotton t-shirt off and began cleaning Luke's nose with it. “What the h*** happened here?”

            He swore again, making me snap out of my trancelike state of shock. I had f***** up again. God****it could I ever do anything right anymore?

            “Uh, I punched him in the nose..” I explained trailing off knowing how stupid it was. How stupid I was.

            “Why the h*** would you do that?” he questioned. Swearing again.

            “Because he provoked me,” I offered weakly.

            Somehow, judging by Luke’s, still gushing nose, and the way Andy had sworn three times, I knew I wasn’t getting any that evening. I was so far from getting laid; a nun had a better chance.

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Sorry I didn't upload in so long I was at the zoo molesting the monkies. Any who how hot was that? You go tiger.

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