“What the fuck?!” Brit looked shocked.
My arms tightened around Ceirra protectively, “We’re dating,” I repeated angrily, “So why don’t you act mature for a change and congradulate us for finding one another?” my voice was sharp and annoyed. People were staring.
Brit was staring as though I’d completely lost my mind.For a moment, she seemed unable to speak before finally spluttering, “But she’s emo!” As though that made any difference in the world. I was about to retort when Ceirra pulled away from me and ran.Without a second thought I ran after her.
It wasn’t too hard to catch up with her once we were outside, but she struggled against me, scratching painfully at my face. I nearly let her go, but a small voice inside me wondered if she’d cut herself if I did. I’d seen the scars on her wrists last night.Sudden fear gripped me and I wrestled with her briefly, clamping her hands to her sides.After a moment she sobbed and went limp. I felt terrible. I pulled her closer, trying to find a way to comfort her.