Since she told me what I cannot do...I just decided that I really could not do it.

I stuffed my books into my sparse locker. Books were the only thing in it, and I only had five classes, four with books.

I felt Bud knock into me - only knew it was him after I raised my hands and pushed back. His body slammed into this girl with glasses, the most innocent girl I've seen, with an Inuyasha plushy. I noticed his body anywhere, as weird as it was to say, sprawled on a floor. Sprawled on her.

Her blushing was rediculous. I simply picked him up by his arm and held out my own hand to the girl. She sputtered nonsense before picking up her bag and plushy, and leaving. I did not even get a chance to talk to her. I looked to him, his V-neck Tshirt showing a bit of his chest, that was a bit more sweaty than I had last seen it. And last time it was glistening. What else could he have done at this hour to make himself this damp?

His smile was even more surprising. "Even more angry than I expected that I pinned you?"

"Huh?" I was confused at his smile, his shuffle...I looked at his feet, his orangey-yellow Jordans. "Why are you shuffling?"

"Because I want you to catch me," he said, punching me hard in the shoulder.

Guess he wanted his wish because I was going to give it to him. He was fast, but he went through a door, the side-one near the library that took up his time and made me catch him. I did, finally, as he went through the door, and I pinned him to the wall, almost fruitlessly since he was straining from my grip ever since I caught his wrists. "The freak you slam me into the locker for?" I ask, squeezing them harder.

He laughed, the kind that made me want to punch him in his freaking face. "So you aren't mad that I pinned you. Then what are you mad for?"

I shoved him aside. He rubbed his wrists. "I mean, I knew you were a little tough but today you seem a bit mad. What's wrong?"

I tighten and unrighteousness my fists. Why am I so mad? My mind scans him in his happy state, his athletic clothes, and his sweat...the sweat I longed after...that I simply wanted pouring out of my pores because it was good...it was sacrifice...all the chemicals that were bad and also my emotions would drain from me...and I'd just be having fun, and I'd have a solution to my problem. And feel like I'm not a human weapon, as unlikely as it seems. It just takes an adolescent to want to swing on her mother before it all goes down into that direction.

"Bud," I say, breathlessly, a real smile coming onto my face. I put out a hand in respect of our genders and his sweat, and from thus did not know if it was proper to hug him. But he softly guided it down into a handshake.

"What's up? You gave me a bit of a run - was already out of breath -"

"Why?" I closed in on him, then...and on his smell. He was never a good smelling boy to me, since I met him.

"Um, I was, uh, why are you looking at me like that?"

Suddenly, I retreat to the wall, myself, letting go of his hand, and look to my right at the door closed near us, my arms now folded. "This is your lunch period, right?" I ask him. It sure was mine, and my stomach confirmed it loudly.

"Nah, mine just ended."

I glared at him harder now. "You went to do some b-ball while the lunch ladies were toiling over your dinner, eh?!"

"Nah. I wrestle," he said, flexing unneccessarily.

"You are a noob."

Incredulous as I was, his look also made me laugh.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because if you're not a noob, you don't have to show off to show you have power."

"Power?" He lifted his brow.

"I'm...sorry," I mentioned, frowning at the ground. "I mean muscles, I guess, but I don't want to fluff up your rediculous ego."

His smirk made me want to...like, twist his ear. And I know that's motherlike to say, but I also know how much it hurts. My muscles tightened too much at that moment they were going to burst like a guitar string tightened too well. So I stormed through the door we'd come through...to another room. A room a teacher had, empty. He skidded at the door while it was midclose - the class door, of course, because that's where we were by now.

"You really need to study? I could leave you alone in that case. Shouldn't have chased me into the staircase."

"You shouldn't have pushed me into the locker, you jerk!" My eyes emblazoned behind my thick, curly lashes. My toes tapped beneath the desk I sat at. The earlier class' notes were scribbled on the board, still, imparting their knowledge into my brain.

"What're you gonna do? I'm getting bored." He slouched.

"Didn't you just hear me getting mad about you slamming into my locker?"

"Yeah, but you're silent now. It's getting boring"

I looked up from the immature pencil diggings on the desk and up at his brown, absymal eyes. It wasn't a look of normalness, of glee of my presence, even. Not even perturbedness...but anger. Not even for me. I don't think he noticed I was looking into his eyes that deeply. He scared me.

"Well looks like you're sad our frolicking ended."

He jerked upright in his chair. "What would you know?" He placed his palm under his chin. "So anyways why we're you upset?"

"Huh?" I said...anger apparent in my next reply. "Do you think smashing me against the locker is such a soothing action for the reciever? Did you forget it happened?"

"Shut up, you like to be roughed up a bit here and there."

I blushed with anger. "How do you know?"

"Because you didn't get mad I pinned you. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He turned to me on the last sentence.

"Hey, um, did you guys need me to tutor you?" The teacher turned to us from his desk, after the conversation with another student ended. The student's skirt flowed almost taking our emotions with it, as they were a tempestuous wind...as she went put the door.

The door closed.

The cooled emotions were now liked in this room.

I was uncomfortable as fu -