strike of the stick. “What the hell?!” I had no clue what in the world he
was thinking.
He simply blinked nonchalantly. I glared at him for a moment as
he started spinning the twig in his fingertips. His playful grin returned
as he slowly raised the stick ever so slightly. I could hear the air whistle
when he flicked it toward me. I threw out my arm the keep him from
striking my side. I still felt red sting against my flesh, but I was proud to
have blocked it. My patience with him was beginning to disappear, and I
could feel helpless rage boiling up, ready to overtake me. I tried my best
to subdue it. “What the hell are you thinking!”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” He reminded me of some horrible
gradeschool teacher.
I saw him swirling his wrist again, but I knew better than to
simply wait for what he’d do. I bolted out of his reach and toward the
trees. The whistle of the swing rang in the air behind me. I spotted a good
sized stick on the ground and scooped it up as I ran past. I spun and sent
a wild swing at him, chasing not far behind. He slowed when he saw I
had every intention of getting him back. I eased to a halt and kept an eye
on his branch. “Not so easy to whack me when I know it’s coming, huh?”
“It’s still just as fun, though.” He lunged. Our weapons clashed and
sent a resounding crack through the vacant air. They stayed locked for a
moment before his slid down and cracked against my knuckles.
I winced back and flicked my wrist to comfort the pain. “Fuck
you!” I cursed through clamped teeth.
“Fuck me? Why?” He taunted between our clashing weapons.
“Cause you’re being a douche!” Clack!
His smile flashed his teeth like angels amidst the target I’d made
of his face.
“What the hell’s so funny?” Clack!
“You’re actually getting emotional. It’s a nice change for once. I
knew you could let your feelings talk if you stopped thinking so much.”
He dropped his stick and raised his arms like he wanted a hug.
He approached, smiling. I struck his hand as hard as I could, but he
took it willingly and locked my arms down at my sides. “I don’t like this
game.” I told his shoulder. I felt one of his legs circle mine. He slammed
me to the ground once he had immobilized me, and was atop me before I
knew what he was sch