It was Art’s first day back from the hospital, and already yelling graced his ears. Ah, young adult angst. He turned and sought out the source after a brief debate with himself about if it was his problem or not, finally deciding that even if it wasn’t he had nothing better to do.
“Hey, you okay?” The blond offered a gentle smile to the pink haired girl in front of him. She looked ready to explode, that was for sure. Hopefully how beat up he looked would prevent it from being at him.
The phone line cut off, leaving Zoey alone to stare incredulously at the receiver. The fricking nerve of some people, and to think that they had ever been friends in the first place.
“Do I look okay to you, bozo?” she snapped back, throwing her phone onto her bed and looking up. Then up again. In her five foot six frame, the man who had appeared before her more or less resembled a giant. His towering over her, and the bruises on his face made a small part of her brain think, oh, Jesus. “I’m gonna kill that guy if I ever see him again.”
