Thread: In Shining Armor (MissKitty19& SteelStudBoy)

Her locker closed with a click, quiet compared to those that slammed the metal doors around her. It was a busy morning, and felt to her like a long one. Shed spent two hours in a dance studio before class and her legs ached in the way they only did after a good practice, She wore comfortable sneakers and yoga pants that clung to about mid calf and all the way up to just above her belly button. Tucked into that was a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Over all of that, making her appear much smaller then she was. A cream colored sweater that bunched at her hands and hung off one shoulder. One arm, full of books, one of which the course text, the others, supporting texts for an assignment they would be working on in class. Headphones in, playing a classical mix that had been re don for her routine blasting in her ears In the crook of her other arm a tan messenger bag. This was the bag that they used as she passed tugging on it so she stopped suddenly and the books she held dropped to the ground., She crouched to gather them up and a foot kicked one away. Quiet protest as she made a face, a mistake because as she moved to pick up the last book, her tormenter grabbed her chin forcing her to face the girl. She said something though Dylan couldnt here it over the crescendo of the classical bars accompanied by a base drop in her ears. The girl, a dark haired beauty, who had, at one time been her friend, until Dylan had one out some part in a school play back in middle school. Then suddenly they werent. Dylans parents hadnt allowed her to take part in the play anyway. The girl had been able to play the part she wanted, though since then noting had really been the same, Dylan found herself alone more and more. Not that she minded much, social relationships were exhausting and they took time away from her studies and dance anyhow. Youll regret ignoring me bitch. She heard as the headphones were yanked from her ears and she was slammed into the lockers. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and brought tears to her eyes, knocking the glasses she wore askew. The bell rang. Saving her from further assault, and bending, she gathered her things, heading to class herself. Stubbornly wiping the tears from her eyes before entering. The last thing she needed was to be questioned why she was crying, or singled out in front of the whole class. She left class as quickly as shed entered it. Where as her entrance had been due to a fear of being late, her exit was in the attempt of avoidance. If she got to her locker quickly and exchanged her books before any other run ins shed be fine. She heard them before she saw them. She saw the girl in the little pocket size mirror inside her locker just before she closed the door. Turning, a sweet smile on her face she was about to ask what they wanted when again, the books in her hands, different ones for a different class, were knocked to the ground. She resisted the urge to sigh as once again she sunk to the floor to retrieve her books. Each time she reached for a book, a foot came down on her hand. Hard. Once, and she withdrew her hand, the second time was a near miss and she gave up, looking up at her tormenters. Come on Dilly! Pick up your books! Hurry hurry! Pick up your books! That started a chant Pick up your books! Over and over. Dylan started to feel as if they were closing in on her. Gripping her trod on hand.