021. Friends

Resisting the urge to put lyrics in here. Two friends get into a fight and it ends badly for both of them.

  "Marie, wait." I grab her wrist in the hallway, delaying her hourly hair check. She glares.
      
      "Let go of me," she hisses icily. She tries to yanks away, but fails. I may be a wuss, but I still have the advantage.
      
      "Marie, c'mon!" I plead, praying for results, "You haven't said a word to me in days. We're still friends, right?" She's been mad at me before, but this is ridiculous. Why the hell would she be so damn upset that I kissed some stupid guy?
      
      "Just stop it and leave me alone, Elan! I'm sick and tired of your stupid little attitude." Around us, kids push to class, but we're the only ones in the whole wide world.
      
      "My attitude?" It's my turn to be angry. "You're the one who's been all bitchy and clingy since the start of the year!" She shoots me a look like she wants me dead,
      
      "You're the one who's been f*****g ignoring me!" I stare in shock. Marie's never sworn before. Ever. Like, I've known her all my life and never a dirty word has passed her lips. I guess my grip lessens, because she pulls away. "Yeah, maybe we were friends, Elan. Best friends. But I'm done. You might not have noticed it- of course you wouldn't, you're too wrapped up in your own little world- but you treat me like s**t. You're arrogant, and self-centered, and sometimes I think you barely even consider how your actions might affect other people." She sighed. "Look, I don't want to talk to you, alright? Stop talking to me, stop sending me emails, stop calling me. Pretend I never existed. Shouldn't be too hard. You've been doing it for several months now." And then she takes off, light brown hair lost in the crowd.
      
      After the fifth person pushes past me, I leave, heading for fourth period. About halfway there I realize hot tears are streaming down my face, but I end up booking it anyway. I don't want to have to explain why I was late. 'Sorry, Coach Sanders. I was crying in the bathroom.' Yeah, no.
      
      I barely have time to wipe my eyes and step over the threshold before the bell rings. I make my sorry way to my seat where I proceed to hide under the impenetrable fortress that is my arms. I mumble something that might hopefully sound like, "Leave me alone."

Author's Note

Sorry, random emo things. I wrote this during my present tense phase. Also, I enjoy writing from a dude's pov.