Everyone's got a theory about the
b i t t e r one.
They're sayin' Momma never
l o v e d her much
And
Daddy never keeps in
t o u c h
ɐ ʇ o ʞ ɐ p --
I felt my blood run cold for a brief second as Charlotte's words settled in my mind. I could have punched her- an effective way of getting someone to hold their tongue, or I could have asserted an angry threat and used my position in the gang much like cops use their badges.
Instead, I leaned more for an insult. After all, do unto others as you want done to yourself.
So, cocking my head to side ever so slightly, I cast Charlotte a cold smile that didn't reach my eyes. If anything, it was more a lop sided grin.
"Y'know, Charlotte," I intentionally put distasteful emphasis on her name, drawing my hand up to the side of face as if I was about to slap someone, "I would slap you, but I don't want to get brat on my hands." I could have laughed at how clever I was, but instead I held my weird, unkind grin for a couple of seconds, then dropped all features back to an annoyed expression. My hand also returned to my side, after an over dramatic wipe on my bare thighs. I hardly even registered Mo and Harper leave, but I guess it was a good idea to do so. I didn't fancy a fight with a fellow Night Creeper, but the mood hasn't been all that peaceful, so assumptions could be made.
"Besides, I should get going. Wouldn't want to keep my bike waiting." I simply nodded and turned on the heels of my boots and walked ahead of the group, obviously taking the long way around.
After a few feet, I turned around quickly and bowed, "My ruler" I didn't wink, didn't laugh at Malachi so show that I was joking out of frustration, I simply gave him the same look I showed to Charlotte- well, anyone who spoke to me in general. Little kids, seniors, friends, strangers. I just want them to leave me alone, and glaring is really the only effective way of doing so.
I did, however, give Aspen a quick wink because she, along with Harper, Mo, and a select few, did not make me want to run around screaming.
I picked up my pace when I set out again, as to avoid anymore insults between us to.
To be honest, I'm not sure what wrong between the two of us, but things were never right. Ever.
Oh well. I had better things to worry about. Like, as I rounded the corner of the next building to cut across an alleyway, how to get back to my bike from here,, or how long I'm going to be in the doghouse after that small-in-comparison-to-the-other-crap-I've-pulled-antic.
[[ Apologies to O b l i v i o n, if that little thing I wrote offended you. I feel bad. I don't like writing mean characters [occasionally it bugs me, I'll admit], but it would have been out-of-character [considering what her description was] of Dakota to walk away civilly.
Again, apologies.
I'm not really sure what happened to Aspen, either x3 Just felt bad leaving her out of the whole thing. Oh geez, my guilty conscious is gonna destroy me. ]]