Save Me - clifford (a.u.)

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Danielle

"WHAT THE HELL?"  My entire food tray flipped over on me as I someone crashed into me.  He had blue hair that was messy and all over the place.  He was wearing a shirt with some vintage band that I didn't care to know the name of , and ripped black jeans.

"I am so sorry." He said grabbing napkins from the empty table behind him and handing them to me. I grabbed them out of his hands and made a desperate attempt to save my new dress, but it was hopeless. The front of the dress was stained with ketchup and french fries, and the entire mess now smelt like a fast food chain.

"You should be, it was a new dress.."  I said looking up at him furiously . His punky hair and clothes made my wrinkle my nose

He started laughing. "Maybe you shouldn't wear new expensive dresses to school."

"Maybe you should watch where you're going next time." I spat out

He put his hands up like he was surrendering.

"Sorry princess. It was an accident."

Princess. I'd been called that before, but it was completely inaccurate, I just like things a certain way, and that's perfect.

"Don't call me that. In fact don't call me anything, don't even speak to me." I said throwing down the napkins in frustration.

I said turning around just leaving the tray on the nearest bench. I grabbed some more clean napkins and the boy started laughing.

"I don't understand what is so funny to be quite honest with you." I said. I turned around and walked away.  I think he was still laughing but I didn't turn around to check.

I kept trying to wipe the ketchup off of my dress walking back to where my boyfriend, Andrew, was sitting.

"Hey Babe, did you get my fries?" He said looking up at me and then saw the ketchup stain on my dress.

"Does it look like I fucking got them Andrew.  Some asshole ran into me." I said sitting next to him .  He sat back lazily with one arm on the chair.  He raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Who?"

"Some kid, I don't know, he looked bizarre, he's got like this blue hair.." I began, continuing to wipe the ketchup furiously.

Then Andrew and two of his hockey team meatheads started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked rudely lookingup.

"That's Michael Clifford.  He's in my Biology class."

"Oh so you're friends, want to give him my dry cleaning bill?"

He started laughing. "You're funny, the kid is messed up.  So weird." He said shaking his head.

"What do you mean messed up?" I asked.

"I heard he's homeless, like he lives in foster care..." Began one of the two boys, I can't seem to remember their names because they're not important.

"Really?" I asked leaning into the conversation.

He nodded, and Andrew started laughing.

"He's just a psycho, we don't associate ourselves with." Said Andrew putting his hand on my thigh, firmly.  It sent a shiver down my spine.

I smiled nervously in reply.  "Why would we?"