My best friend was attacked by a brown-haired girl on the lips.
What the fuck.
I just showed up to say hi because this bitch hadn’t freaking answered my damn messages and she wasn’t at the house so I used our GPS tracking app to find her and what do I see? This. Also there was a man with a fucking white-hot iron in his hand. Not cool Mallory, not cool.
That’s when I started running. I shoved the pale man out of the way, knocking him with the upper limb of my bow. He stumbled and I almost tripped over him, but I managed to catch myself right before I fell.
That’s when Mallory saw me.
She got up off the ground and her jaw hit the floor. “… Marina? What—“
I cut her off right before she could ask me any questions. “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL THIS DAMN TIME? I CALLED YOU 8 TIMES YESTERDAY AND YOU DIDN’T FUCKING ANSWER. I FLEW 3000 MILES FROM LONDON TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OKAY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET? WHO IS THIS BITCH? I TOLD YOU NOT TO DATE UNTIL I APPROVED THE PERSON AND WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PALE MAN? HE HAS A FUCKING IRON MALLORY ZABROKY TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW OR I WILL STAB YOU 6 TIMES WITH THIS ARROW.”
Mallory was silent for a while.
“Idjit,” I said as I slapped her upside the head.
Then the brown-haired girl got up and awkwardly offered a handshake to me.
“Um, sorry this is awk—”
I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed my bow again and knocked her on the shoulder. She winced and curled away.
“Yeah, I probably deserved that, but I should explain.”
I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head. “I don’t give a fuck about your explanation,” I said before turning again towards Mallory.
“What the actual fuck is going on here?”