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Little Biersack

Sweet Joy... (Not.)

Oh sweet joy.
Shiloh was back.
Her hair short, her nails manicured, again, and her heels as high as ever.
She looked great, I must admit.
On the other hand, my hair was dull and long and dead, my nails bitten and the nail polish vanishing, my converse ripped and beat up. I must say, I looked like the day I wanted to die. My sweater still had faint stains of the blood, and my leggings were ripped. I place a beanie, which was Tyson's beanie, making it cover my hair.
"I'm right here, baby." Tyson says, holding me from my waist, my back to his front. We walked through the hallways, both of us listening to our music, and just walked to class. Sometimes we would laugh at some dumb joke I would tell.. But that's how we were. I get to my locker and open it. Tyson grabs his books, while I place back our last periods books.
"Hey Macy!" I look at Charlie and gave her a small hug.
"Usual spot?" She asked.
"Wouldn't want anywhere else." I said.
"Awesome, well I have to go to boring and torturing history.. Laters!" She gives me and Tyson a quick hug and walks away. "Music?" I nod, he grabs my hand and we walk to my music class in silence.
"Hey Mr.T." He waves and smiles. "See you at lunch." Tyson says, pecks my lips and walks out the class. I go and grab my cello and sit in my seat.
"Let's get started." Mr.T said and I sit in position.
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I make my way to our little spot in the grass and I sat down, waiting for Tyson and Charlie.
"Yo! Machiala!" I look around and a ball hits my face.
Great.
"Oops, my bad." His eyes filled with sorrow.
"It's okay, James. I'm okay." He smiles and waves, as he kicks the ball to his team mates.
"See you tomorrow!" He said, before running off.
"Boo!" I let out a yelp and turn to see Charlie.
"You whore." She smiles, and sits down, laying down, her head on my legs. "How was history?"
"Boring... I slept half way." She said, closing her eyes. "Sounds boring." She rolls her eyes, I could tell.
"Stealing my girl already?" Tyson said as he appeared. "Always, Ty." He rolls his eyes and sits down next to me. He takes out his lunch and immediately starts to eat.
"Hungry?" He nods as he takes a bite of his sandwich. I start playing with Charlie's hair and she closes her eyes. Her earphones were in her ears, as her music was so loud, Tyson could hear it.
"Didn't get my message huh little Biersack?" I look behind us, Shiloh was standing, with her fake clique. They were in a formation, the way the birds migrate.
"Migrating so early?" Tyson asked. I hide a giggle and Charlie roll her eyes, sitting up.
"Oh look... She's here too."
"Shiloh, just shut up." Charlie says. "You make my head hurt." "Oh boo-hoo."
"Shiloh... Leave. I'm done." I said, standing up. She walks up to me, clumsy, as her hells sank into the mud, I smirk.
"New?" "Asshole." She spat.
"You can do worse than that." I said.
"I know so." She raises her hand, but I grab it before it met my cheek.
"Remember the old Machiala? Yeah, the one that you stepped over? Yeah, she's dead... I'm done with your bullshit, Shiloh." Her eyes grow fury and she brings her other hand, balled in a fist and it collides with my face. I fall. Tyson helps me up and I bring my foot to her face. She yells in pain and meets the ground, her skirt going up.

"Slut." I wipe my face and looked at Ty. "Let's go... It's smells fishy here." Tyson smirk, Charlie grins and we walk towards the campus, Shiloh's yells slowly fading away.