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[quietkindocrazy]

Everything and everyone that I passed by the school grounds annoyed me. I didn’t really know why, but I really couldn’t stand the sight of them. The way that they looked at me, the way that they seemed to think that they were better than me... it just bothered me more than it had in the past. Come to think of it, I never even really noticed it

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[wishingwillow]

Oz and I had took our time walking across campus as we made our way back to his apartment to pick up the van. The smile I was wearing beamed even just a little bit more at the sight of what I considered now to be a dear friend. Actually thinking back to all the Oz-like memories that were linked to, and in, those four wheels? A very dear friend.

"Thanks for being at that table this afternoon," I said softly as we climbed inside the van and the the engine hummed to life. "For being right -- there."

Back and forth the conversation flew. Well, then it at least paced itself a speed dictated by Oz. My words rushing by, his anhcorihng my own until they all evened out quite perfectly. We covered a good bit of ground that way. Soon we were hand in hand making our way to to the Expresso Pump. The afternoon air was beginning to cool and I pulled in closer.

Only to be pulled right back away as I ran into someone, me teeth chattering a bit from the blow my shoulder recieved. I looked up to see how the other joltee faired, and met familiar eyes.

"Fred?"

[quietkindocrazy]

I didn't have time for annoyances, I didn't have time for mindless chitchat, and I didn't have time for people that were so physically challenged that could not do a simple thing such as keeping an eye on the road.

"Willow, hey! Guess you didn't see me coming there. Maybe you need more work on your motor skills some more, huh." She seemed offended by my words but what did I care? Even if I had talked to her before, it was not like we were friends or anything.

"Why don't you try looking up while you walk next time. Maybe that way less people would push you around... don’t you think?" She really, really bugged the crap out of me. I didn't even know why I had thought of her as a friend at all.

I didn't need friends... of any kind. Ever. Period.

Damn, what the hell was wrong with me? How could I have ever pretended to like these people at all? It just sort of boggled my mind.

I rolled my eyes, and pushed her out of the way... again. I just didn’t have time for this. All I wanted to do was get rid of this aggravating skin problem and be left alone.

[dingoes8mybaby]

The walk to my apartment, followed by the drive to the Espresso Pump, had been nice. It gave me some Willow time away from campus, which was a pleasant change. It seemed like we'd both been spending a bit too much time immersed in our studies lately, although I knew she enjoyed it. Me? Not so much, but I never was one to get too outspoken about my likes and dislikes... or anything at all, really.

Things were going smoothly. Pleasantly. Yeah. That all came to a screeching halt.

I'd never seen this girl before, but Willow seemed to know her. Seemed to be a little surprsied by her behavior, too. I didn't bother with surprised, just skipped ahead to irritated. There was a difference between being rude and being mean, and Fred definitely seemed to be opting for the latter.

"Willow, hey! Guess you didn't see me coming there. Maybe you need more work on your motor skills some more, huh. Why don't you try looking up while you walk next time. Maybe that way less people would push you around... don’t you think?"

Now, normally I'm not one for conflict, but Willow's honor was at stake here. Well, sort of. I knew I was glaring as I stepped forward, subconciously moving my arm in front of Willow in a protective gesture.

"Excuse me. A simple 'sorry' or 'whoops' would cut it, don't you think?"

[wishingwillow]

"Willow, hey! Guess you didn't see me coming there. Maybe you need more work on your motor skills some more, huh."

Any motor skills I might have been displaying before, however lacking Fred thought they might be, completely left me as my mouth hung open at her words.

"I..."

"Why don't you try looking up while you walk next time. Maybe that way less people would push you around... don’t you think?"

"I don't get pushed around," I pointed out without thinking. "I haven't been pushed around since -- last week."

I was about to go on, but Oz stepped in front of me one arm out to sheild me from Fred. Fred?!? Something was a little...off, here.

"Excuse me. A simple 'sorry' or 'whoops' would cut it, don't you think?"

"Oz," I said his name quitly, shaking my head to let him know I was all right. I knew that he would understand. Fred however I didn't quite get. She had me very, very confused.

"Fred," I repeated her name, my voice a question. "Is everything all right?"

Had something been put in the coffee? Was there an evil college lunch lady that had spiked our hot beverages? Hey -- it wasn't so farfetched an idea. More of a based in reality one actually.

Was I going to be spontaneously rude as well?

I would have to watch for that.

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"Excuse me. A simple 'sorry' or 'whoops' would cut it, don't you think?"

Okay, this was really, really annoying me now. Something inside of me kept telling me to rip out their tongues. The idea was kinda gross, but I was pretty handy with a scalpel... Damn! If I had only brought one with me.

"Who asked for your opinion pale boy?" I hissed looking around me. "I don't see anyone else here but me, and I definitely didn't ask for it."

"Fred,"

"Umm... yeah?"

"Is everything all right?"

Geez. I swear people really need to stop asking stupid questions like that.

"Do I look okay to you, you little twit?" I could feel the anger rising inside of me. Why was everything making me feel so angry?

"First I try cover up a zit with a tiny spell that gives me the worse rash I have ever seen on a person," I say taking a step closer to her.

"Then I sleep with some wanna be rogue demon hunter that just so happens to annoys the crap out of me," I could almost feel my skin burning up from the inside out... What the hell was happening to me?

"Then I get bumped by twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber and you have the audacity to ask me what is wrong with me?!"

[dingoes8mybaby]

"Do I look okay to you, you little twit? First I try cover up a zit with a tiny spell that gives me the worse rash I have ever seen on a person. Then I sleep with some wanna be rogue demon hunter that just so happens to annoys the crap out of me. Then I get bumped by twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber and you have the audacity to ask me what is wrong with me?!"

Talk about your anger management issues. We have counselors up on campus for this sort of thing, don't we? Alright, so it sounded like this Fred girl was having a rough day. We all have rough days. Did she have to take it out on Willow? It seemed like merely bumping into someone on the sidewalk was the least of this girl's problems.

"It's a simple question. A courtesy, even. She's just asking 'cause she's worried about you. And, for the record, she didn't ask what was wrong with you. That would be rude. She asked if everything was alright. See? Genuine concern. Big difference there."

I grimaced. Willow might not want to be rude, but at this point, I had no problems with it.

"I don't mind going a step further, though. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Seriously. Who spit in her cornflakes this morning?