Maybe he isn’t as freaking strong as he thinks he is. Maybe he is too old and rusty, does anyone blame him, I am highly irritated by this point. He said we should spar, he said not to hold back I hold back and what do I get? A freakin entire town of people thinking I’m a stark raving bitch, trying to murder my teachers. That’s all I need.
“Hey Laya.” Jenna says enveloping me in a warm hug.
“Hi.” I say all doom and gloom edged in my voice.
“Are you ok sweetie.”
“Yeah.” Though it would be unbelievable for them to actually believe me.
“Why don’t you come to dinner? I made your favorite”
Lets put it this way, no amount of pasta could make me feel better, I’m actually starting to feel guilty even though I did nothing wrong, I guess just knowing I hurt him is affecting me badly. It doesn’t matter how many times he says he’s ok, and that I actually healed him, so he is like brand new, it doesn’t matter how happy he was to discover how powerful I am, in fact that just makes me feel guiltier. The guy took a damn beating and then sings my praises, I feel awful.