Despite her males warning her against it, she followed after me.
Of course, that means they did too.
It was a train ofI don’t want thisfollowing after me.
“I don’t understand why you’d pick them over me! I’m the most qualified!” she went on, like she just couldn’t let it go.
“You’re pushy, for one,” I tossed over my shoulder. I was trying so hard not to whip around, thump her one, despite knowing her diminutive form would leave a cottontail shaped imprint in the ground after I laid her flat, just to get her to shut up.
“I just want to help!” she argued.
Whipping around, I got in her face. “You can’t seriously think pissing me off is helpful? Just because you think you’re always right doesn’t mean you are! Those are people you’reinsulting! MY people! This is MY life that’s been blown to smithereens from one asshole’s shitty decisions! I get to decide what’s best for me without some snot nosed know-it-all trying to tell me what she wants! Do you hear me now?!” I was roaring at her, right in her face, spittle flying.
I felt it then, intense pressure building to a painful pop.
Jerking back, I stumbled a few steps.
Daisy gaped at me. I wasn’t certain at this point if it was from the sharp, shock of hollered pain I let out, the way I wove about before stumbling to my ass, in reaction to the stunned shock on my face, my words to her, or all of the above.
Either way, she snapped out of it right as a weird ringing started up in my ears and my vision began to blurr.
A soft touch on my shoulder brought me around.
I was on the ground, laid out flat like I’d been fantasizing doing to the woman hovering over me.
“Grab a healer!” Daisy bellowed.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled as I struggled to sit up.
Daisy tried to firmly press her hand to my shoulder, urging me to lie back down, but I shoved her hand off.
Groaningly gaining my feet, I dragged my beanie off my head, the cold air doing wonders for the case of the spins overtaking me, and softly muttered, “Thanks, but I’m okay.”
“You passed out.” Daisy stared up at me, still on the ground.
She looked as shaken as I felt.
“Dace is my people. You don’t have to like her but you don’t get to badmouth her to me, or Carrie.” Snorting, I added, “You don’t even like me. Why are you here bothering me?”
“Why don’t you like me?” She looked so confused it was comical.
I tried to smother it but it was hard. I laughed. “You’re insane,” I breathed.
Moving slowly, I bent to retrieve my things when Daisy spoke again. “Candy can’t be trusted.”
“I’m aware of her past,” I said simply.
“Did she tell you she used to hurt herself for attention? Did she try and blame it on me? Is that why you don’t like me or the others?”
“What others? Your gossip posse?” I muttered, sluggishly making my way down the path.
The Dace I knew wouldn’t hurt herself for attention. That was just preposterous.
“He won’t sell to me,” she huffed out finally.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, but maybe don’t come off like a pretentious snot that can’t see farther than the end of her own nose if you decide to talk it out with them. Just my two cents.”
“What did you tell him?” Daisy sounded on the verge of tears.
