"I'm your fricking guardian angel, okay?"
He gaped at me now that he could see who I was.
"You're that girl! That- that one," he stutters. "who saved Dirk. The one everyone says is nuts!"
I looked him over. He was dark haired and blue eyed, but for all that he was good-looking, he was missing an air of intelligence. Maybe that was because I'd just caught him about to cut himself, or commit suicide, or whatever it was he was doing. He was vaguely familiar from before the dream. Had I seen him around school? He'd seen me.
It came back to me.
"And you're Jules. The boy who made Terence Peters cry. The one who got so beat up in eighth grade he torments his weaker classmates every chance he gets. The guy everyone says is pathetic."
"It's not all true."
I regarded him coolly.
"Nah, it's true. You made Terence cry. I was there, remember? I've seen you torment people and I've certainly heard people call you pathetic."
Great. So I was stuck babysitting an idiot. I don't mind the wild bouts of energy and adrenaline when the urges help me to stop someone from getting run over, as with Dirk, but dealing with people hurting themselves is always SO MUCH FUN, especially if I can't get along with them.
"Alright fine. But I wish it weren't all true, okay?"
"So to fix things you'd cut yourself?"
"I wasn't really sure what I was going to do."