Mac

We Walked With The Beatles

   After practice, Trisa and I showered (Trisa's eighth shower of the day probably) and headed home, one bag slung across my back, the other in my hand. Trisha only had one small day, some days of last year she would hold my things because she never brought much for any event while I was always busy or over prepared, but I wouldn't ask her this year because she had pulled a muscle in her hand during a jazz recital or whatever and she needed every bone in her body this year to not be replaced by anyone for the team.
   We walked across the small streets, not many people out during this time of the day, mostly on the highway. I had a good hour before club soccer, then a good fifteen minutes before a quick club volleyball practice that had popped up. I think it was really a meeting to welcome some new players or something. "Soo, where does Hanna live?" Beatrisa asked nonchalantly, trying to look around casually. I was confused. "Oh, um, in my old neighborhood," I answered. Beatrisa abruptedly stopped and I stopped a step ahead of her. She looked around, her eyes squinted, her hair long and down across her narrow, oblong face. Hanna's small frame peeked out under a trimmed bush, her burgundy Adidas jacket hanging loosely off of her petite body. Her soccer bags were pressed against her back but her red hair flew out of the shade of the bush onto the open sidewalk. Beatrisa began to furiously walk towards her and I dropped my bags and sprinted after her.
   "I ought to beat your ass, bitch," Trisa sneered. I held her back, although she wasn't that much of a threat. I knew Trisa couldn't fight, but anyone could easily trample Hanna. It's just a shame that I let her words stop me from ending her in elementary school.
   "Stop, stop, I'll stop spying, I promise," Hanna said, her back pressed against the cement and brick of someone's house. Trisa brought free of my holds due to the minor strike of a cramp, and I almost fell backwards into the street as Beatrisa swung on Hanna. Hanna's head hit the hard wall and slid down onto the ground. She was a tiny thing and that blow could have seriously hurt her. I snatched Beatrisa up and moved her back towards our things that I had been keeping an eye on out of the corner of my eye. "Hanna, leave us the fuck alone," Trisa spat, and I pushed her again with a slight slam to let Hanna run away with her things. Some part of me felt satisfaction in her feeling scared, but Hanna had more connections than us and I knew that Beatrisa had really tripped out this time. I told her that much as we took another route home, just in case anyone else may be following us. We both agreed that we would takes twisting routes home, then both go to a distant friend's house for a couple of hours of actual studying to lay off anyone who may follow us in the future, then head home, unless I had any club meetings.