Just Friends

She grabbed for the nearest person as the first wave if dizziness hit. Squeezing her eyes shut she fought of the familiar nauseousness's that always came with these attacks, keeping her jaw slack to she wouldn't stop breathing. Taking several deep breaths she slowly opened her eyes, giving herself a minute to settle down, waiting for the hallway to stop spinning.1

"You OK?" The accented voice of her 'crutch' brought her back to reality. Cringing at the small stab of pain in her temple she nodded, freeing her captives shoulder. Blinking she turned to him, realizing who she grabbed onto. Ezequiel, aka, her destruction. She gave a small smile and nodded.2

"Just fine."3

"You need to sit down?"4

She shook her head.5

"Nah, Chris's needs this stuff upstairs.. not like you care anyways."6

She continued her way up the stairs, pausing only to readjust the bag on her shoulder.7

"Why do you half to be like that?"8

"Be like what?" She didn't stop climbing.9

"Be like that! So mean.."10

She stopped and turned her head to look at him. He was standing on the second landing, box in hands, a sulky/starting-to-get-pissed-face to get pissed look on his face.11

"And you expect me to be nice?" She laughed. "You should be use to this by now Eze." She tilted her head. "Its how i am."12

"You didn't use to be like this. You use to be nice.. now your all serious and cruel. Grande berra.."13

She glared.14

"Changa loca."15

"Your momma!" 16

"I know but still, don't call me a bitch. You forget i know some Spanish." She started to climb again.17

"Well could you be nicer?"18

"No."19

"Why?!"20

She spun around, exasperated and her own starting-to-get-very-pissed look. 21

"BECAUSE i don't want to. Is that a problem? Would you like to run my life? Really if you want to be in control of my emotions you can be." His mouth drew a tight line and he looked down. She sneered. 22

"Pathetic, ignorant, no good, moronic IDIOT." She stomped up the stair, yanking open the stair well door. As she stalked down the hall, her angry mutterings grew more distant. Making sure she was out of hearing range, the 14 year old murmured. "BERRA."23

~24

She flung the bag onto the stage, not caring if Johnny saw. Walking swiftly back out of the sanctuary, she retreated to one of the many nooks of the large Church and plopped down. 25

'How dare her,' she thought, 'expect me to be civil to him, after all the shit hes put me threw.' Crossing her arms she bit her lip, seething inside. 'Every fucking day i pretend to be everything he fucking wants, and when i get fucking tired of playing this fucking game and stop being miss fucking goody two shoes he decides to bitch at me. SO HELP ME FUCKING GOD IF HE SAYS ONE MORE FUC-' Her inner rant was interrupted when Duncan came around the corner. She glared at him. He blinked.26

"Bad day?"27

She rolled her eyes and looked away. She heard him sigh and the soft swish as he sat down beside her. Arranging his long legs in front of him he looked at her, obviously waiting for a greeting. When receiving none her frowned, then promptly poked her in her side. She jerked, back arching and she pouted.28

"Dun poke meh."29

"Then tell me whats wrong." He crossed his arms.30

"Nothings wrong."31

He raised an eyebrow.32

"Let me guess..Eze?"33

She lets a soft little "UHMPH" and buried her head in his shoulder. He sighed.34

"Thought so." He poked her again. She 'mphed'.35

"You still like him don't you?"36

"He broke me Duncan."37

He rolled his eyes.38

"So dramatic."39

She raised her head and her eyes widened.40

"I loved  him. He threw me away. He broke me. You know this already..why should i care for someone who treated me like trash?"41

He sighed.42

"I know this, but douse he know this? Bottling this all up inside is not a good thing to to Cry. Tell him."43

She shook her head.44

"Why should i?"45

"Cus, not telling him is seriously screwing future relations ships up for you. Your taking all your bitterness and pain, all the negative thoughts about Eze toying with your emotions and reverting them into your feelings for other men. You toy with boys emotions, just like they toy with yours."46

She blinked.47

"You think to damn much."48

"True, but I'm right aren't i."49

She closed her mouth and wrinkled her nose.50