When Katie and I left, I tried to be a gentleman. I gave her my coat because she seemed cold. Oddly, she seemed to pull away from me. She didn't seem grateful for the coat, and she almost acted like I was actually a total ass. I shrugged and chose to ignore it. If she was ungrateful, then that wasn't my fault.
I dropped her off at the library, and headed home myself. I listened to my headphones most of the afternoon, then went to bed and contemplated why my life sucked so much.
The next day, at school, I got shoved up against a locker again and got into a fight with the kid. I shoved him off of me and threw a punch that was never intended to hit, then walked away. While I had my back turned, the guy grabbed me in a headlock and got me within eight inches of the door of a nearby locker. I freed myself from his grip - he didn't know what he was doing at all, anyway. I sent him crashing to the floor and simply glared at the teacher who tried to take us both to the Principal's office, walking away. The day was done anyway, so what could she do?
I sat on the steps for a while, trying to procrastinate and avoid going home. Eventually, Katie came and sat with me.
"I saw that fight you got into today," she said simply, seeming as if she was trying to accuse me of something awful.
"Well, he was asking for it the moment he shoved me up against the locker," I said.
"You could've waited for someone to help you."
"Yeah," I said angrily, suddenly feeling infuriated by the fact that she continued to question my motives over and over again. "'Cause someone's going to come along and help the loser that nobody likes anyway. That's totally the way things work," I added sarcastically.
"Then you should have fought until you were free, then just got away!"
"That's all I attempted to do! He pulled a cheap shot at me!"
"I didn't know that," she said, subdued suddenly.
"Yeah. Now you do."
"You're not the one that I've got the problem with," I said.
We fell into silence, just sitting there. Eventually, she got up and left. Checking my watch, I saw that it was almost seven.
"My dad's going to kill me," I said quietly, and began sprinting home.
As much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, I wasn't sure if it was true that I didn't have a problem with Katie. I didn't want to hate her, but for some reason that I couldn't explain, I just wanted to - I wasn't sure what I wanted to do to her. I restrained myself through force of will, but nothing else held me back, and it scared me that I could get so angry at someone that I hardly knew.
I kind of liked her, too, though. Of course, that only made me feel worse about getting so angry and being so awkward around her. I was only scaring her off and creating a bigger rift.