The Uncontrolled

Meg's Party

One of the wheels stopped abruptly as a pebble was squished against my board and the asphalt, my body flung forward and I landed on my knee skidding a bit. The cut was bleeding wildly and stung, there was dirt and a rock was sticking to my open wound.
"Errrrgh!!! Dammit, why of all the damn days!!" I complained I went through my purse for something to clean up all the blood. Finding nothing I grabbed my already red dress and beginning to clean it up,
"No! No! No! Stop, your going to a party! You just bought that dress! Don't wipe your bloody knee on your dress!!" My best friend Logan scolded as he stepped off his longboard to my aid naturally.
"But it's already red!" I whined
"Shut up! We're almost there anyway!"
I rolled my eyes and we slowly made it to the gradation party our friend Meg always has at the end of the year. As we got there Meg welcomed us and gasped at my knee.
"Erm...bathrooms."she said pointing to our right and Logan lead me to the restrooms after I said I didn't need it.
"Your so stubborn." He groaned
"It'll scab over!" I protested
He sat me on the bathroom counter and dabbed on the rubbing alcohol I punched his shoulder hard
"Ouch!! Just let me clean it!!" He said
"Dammit! This stuff fucking sucks!" I kicked at him
"Really? You can survive blows from all three of your brothers but you can't take a wee bit of rubbing alcohol?!"
I wrestled him to the ground and we playfully punched each other
He pulled my hair and I gave him a noogie
"Whoa.." said a voice and we both looked up simultaneously there was Meg looking red and a bit excited.
"Are you guys...?"
"Hell no, Meg." I said calmly and she closed the door and we carried on with our pointless brawl
After we were finished with our final punching we were eating at the snack table when a pretty girl asked him to dance and after I was alone. Eating at least. But still alone. It seemed like I was there for awhile maneuvering between the chips and dip, and the Cheetos and cupcakes, eating everything I touched. Then my stomach hurt, so I had to stop. The Struggle.
I sat in the corner and just watched Logan dance with some female organism.
"Hey beautiful." A male voice called in my direction
I looked over angrily and noticed him looking undeniably at me
"Who do you think you are?" I said defensively
"I just wanted to dance-"
"No, I don't dance." I said as he grabbed me around the waist quickly and held me close
And just as quickly I punched him in the nose and let out a yell making everyone look at us
"Crazy bitch." He said and went to walk away when Logan kneed him in the groin
"Don't call her a bitch, man." He said casually as he slowly fell to his knees and collapsed
"Let's go." He said taking my hand and we left out the door
After we left the party we were silent.
"I could have gotten him myself."
My shoulder hurt a little after that.
Logan and I have a very interesting history, we met at skatepark, my favorite in fact, and I was new to the town. Every guy saw looked interested-me not giving back affection tended to throw rude comments or small beatings. But Logan being an idiot came at me anyway. Long story short he got a few measly bumps and I got a new friend. Logan finally figured that I don't want no man(bye Felicia) and became a body guard while I became his.
And that's when we ruled the world....
Just kidding, I was kind of a bully all my life. He was a sweet marshmallow that always burnt when he was needed. We made a good contrast. We neutralized each other at times but usually we complimented each other as equals. We also had some things in common like we both like to read, and ride longboards, and eating. These things kept us hanging around each other throughout freshmen, sophomore, and junior years, day and night, summers. We are always inseperable. Even though after three months we were gonna start senior year. The last of them all.