The Snitch

(a)

Ray's Perspective

She struggled. Of course, she did, this one was a fighter through and through. That was the only thing keeping her in place. Otherwise, the shit she was going through would have crushed her already. God knows, I would have given up if I were in her place. But, she was special. She wore ridiculously long nails covered in glitter, but would not have hesitated to scratch that girl's face out with them. Maybe, I should have let her. She was still fuming when I carried her away.

I went into the corridor hearing the commotion. Normally, I wouldn't have given a rat's ass but, I had a feeling this would be about Morgan. The whole school was talking about yesterday's drama. Apparently, she had done some bad shit to her ex-friends and they had told the whole school about it. I didn't know the details but, I damn well ain't letting her cry again. I didn't know why, but, when she ran into the library looking like hell had fallen over, everything felt so wrong. Like, everything around me was not the same anymore. Maybe that is how dementors are supposed to make you feel.

Then, I held her. I didn't why I did, I still don't. It was the only thing that made sense, it felt right. When she started crying, I was terrified. I was scared by how helpless I was. I didn't know what to do, so I just held on to her, tighter.

When I found her in the middle of the fight with that stupid excuse of a human being, I rushed to her side. Partly, to hold her back and be by her side. But, another large part of me didn't want anyone else to see her cry. That was illogical and selfish, maybe, I don't know. What I knew was that she was still sore from yesterday's bruises. Everyone would be. She was so angry, her eyes were shiny. And I didn't want people to look at her when she was vulnerable. I didn't want her weaknesses to be bared in front of everyone. It takes a very strong person to cry out in the open. But, this insane woman (who I was rapidly becoming obsessed with) would never forgive herself if people saw her break. It's not that people would make fun of her, they were too scared of her. And, even if that didn't stop them, they'll have me to deal with. Other people were not the issue. As always, she was her biggest problem. She couldn't handle being weak. She was so busy being gangsta, she had a hard time being human.

She snapped under that harlot's words, she was clawing at her and kicking at her. I grabbed her middle before she could cause any real damage. I wouldn't have minded if she smacked a ho, but, this deranged, beautiful human being would die crying if she actually hurt anyone. Even if it was someone who deserved it like, what's-her-name? Monica. See, this was Morgan's problem. She will act on impulse, cause a storm and then, she will die of guilt. I  almost had it under control when that tumor had to open her mouth. I swear, that bitch opens her mouth at the worst moments. That's when Morgan was about to shed her first tear. Okay, that wasn't happening. Not on my watch, sir. I lifted her and fireman carried her to the library.

After struggling in my hold for a few minutes, she gave up. We reached the library and I was about the let her down when, she bit my hand. I let her down in an instant and she stood in front of me with her arms crossed. "I don't want you to think you can carry me around whenever you want." She stated in a huffy voice. She was about as tall as my elbow and without her usual heels, she looked even more tiny. I could actually snap her like a twig, then, why was it that her stare actually scared me? "Why didn't you bite me when I first carried you, then?" I tried to keep my voice even. She shrugged and said, "Didn't want to walk. Too lazy."

Man, this woman is something else.

I barely stopped myself from smiling. I was doing that a lot these days, what was wrong with me? It started when she came into the library. She had long monologues with herself, when she read a book. She would talk to herself, would sometimes ask me really random questions like, "Is it legal to name your dog Barkimedes?" and not even wait for my reply before she got back to judging classical literary characters. I came from a family of readers, Ma had a PhD in Medieval English Literature, Ba was Chinese but had better grammar than Ma, all from reading. Even Nat was starting to read C.S. Lewis and she was only 11. I was 8 when I got my first copy of 'Jane Eyre', I was a lost case ever since. Reading was nothing new to me, it has been a part of me ever since I can remember. But, Morgan reads the same books I do in a way I never could. She would throw down the book, stand up and clap her hands with her eyes closed, she would look up at the roof and laugh with her mouth open, she would give preposterous commentary on sacred texts that were actually accurate. She was reading the Code of Conduct for Catholic Priests once and said, "So, priests are not allowed to have side hoes since, God is their main ho." , nodded her head and went back to reading. I almost cracked a rib from trying to hard to not laugh.

She would surprise me everyday, everybody talked about her like she was Satan reincarnated. The students would even talk shit about her friend, Habib, who was in my Calculus class. And he was a really nice guy to everyone. But, without fail, she would walk into the library everyday with her held high, would start reading 'Pride and Prejudice' and start fake crying while saying "Why you gotta be so fiine, Mr Darcy?!"

Reading was a part of me, all my life but, she made me feel like, l had been missing out on another part of me all along.

I remembered to tell her that I carried her away for her own good. "The students are already coming for your blood. You want to be Miss Popular with the teachers too?" I reasoned with her. Very maturely, she stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I'm not thanking you, but I won't hit you, either." "I'm honored. Should I get down on my knees and swear fealty?" I asked. She grinned like a cat. Why was she looking at me like that? Did I say something?! Mother..!! The 'getting down on the knees' thing!!

She was about to open her mouth when I said, "If the next words that leave your mouth are about a blowjob joke, I will carry you again and throw you in the pool." I turned around and walked away.

"I was the best swimmer in the State three years in a row!" She screamed at my back. Good thing she couldn't see the idiotic smile on my face.

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A/N

I have been having a horrible time, Jylan broke up and my heathen cousins are here!I love them but,  the idea of putting them in a straw box and throwing them in the Indus is very tempting, sometimes. This book is the only thing keeping me tethered.

Vote and comment, baby bitches. Next update today or tomorrow! Okkruuuuuuu!!

-Love, Tannaz.