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Ethelia's pov

"Must be one hell of a study project then, yeah?" I guess I'll start calling him Mark, but if he changes his name again, I'm going back to Jacob just to piss him off. "Oh yeah. It's so exciting, it has me practically soaring through the clouds." I said sarcastically, doing some little jazz hands to add to the effect. Kakashi shot me a sharp look that I promptly ignored, since I'm a bad ass and such. Well, sort of. I can be a bad ass, or a loser. I'm sorta stuck at the in-between part that probably shouldn't exist. And so far, at least from what I can tell, I'm the only bad ass-loser hybrid around.

"So, what did you do to get that?" He nodded to my foot, referring to it as though it weren't a part of my body, but an object instead. "Tell me what happened to your arm first." I countered. "I asked first." Mark hissed, narrowing his eyes at me. "And I asked second. Suck it up, you wuss." I hissed right back. Kakashi twitched in response to our bickering, glancing between us. Mark sat back in his bed, staring at me with narrowed eyes. I stared back with the blankest look I could manage, more than likely looking like a clueless idiot, if nothing else. Whatever. At least I actually try.

"You sure you wanna know?" Mark asked. "Why else would I ask?" I sighed, staring at my twisted foot. It was all purple and black, disgustingly enough, but at least the pain was so bad that it was nearly numbing. Sometimes it would pulse painfully, which sorta sucked, but at least I wasn't screaming in agony or anything. "Well it all started when I tried to dye my hair purple." Mark started in a reminiscent tone that was nearly comical. "It is purple." Kakashi intervened, scoffing. "Brighter, dipshit." Mark snapped in response. He clearly didn't like Kakashi, and I really can't blame him. Like me, Mark doesn't like anyone. It's one of the things I hate slightly-less about him. I still hate him though (of course). I hate everyone.

Gotta live up to my name. 

"Continue." I urged Mark, folding my arms over my chest. My foot pounded again, because my body is not my friend, and my foot is also a dick. Not a literal dick. I meant it as an insult. Why am I thinking to myself? Right, insane. Hah... hah hah... no. "Right, so I had the thing of dye. I was ready to do that shit." Mark continued. "This is just stupid. How the hell did you manage to break your arm while dying your hair?" Kakashi was very annoyed, and now Mark was too. I sighed as two imaginary lightning bolts collided between them. "Ladies, ladies, stop your pissing contest." I told them. They both shot my nasty glares. I flipped them both off at once. Like I said: bad ass loser.

"Anyway, I was about to do it. I had the fucking squirt bottle thing in my hand. And then my dad walks in, of course." He said. I winced. I always hear his dad shouting at him at night, usually while my dad is still at work. They say some pretty nasty things. "So what'd he do. Break your arm?" Kakashi scoffed. I jolted, looking at Mark with wide eyes. Had his dad done this? I hadn't even thought of abuse, as I've never seen any signs of it. Mark does wear a jacket a lot... and always seems to get hurt. 

I did not have friends, none other than my dad. But I think I can safely say that Mark is a borderline friend. Emphasis on the borderline. We both know the boundaries of our relationship, and most of the time, we stuck to them. But knowing that someone I knew, especially a neighbor, could be being abused... it was a horrible and dreadful feeling, and all I wanted to do now was help the guy. If his dad did his break his arm... although, I have a sinking feeling that he probably did. I am not a very caring person, but that doesn't mean I don't care at all.

"Fuck, Ethelia, are you okay? You look pale as shit." Mark said, peering at me. Kakashi turned to look at me. "Foot pain?" He questioned. "Did he break your arm?" What would I do even if his father had? His dad is a very scary man, and I wouldn't know how to deal with a situation like that. "Threw me through the fucking wall." Mark said. I recoiled instantly, my emotions welling up and forcing their way into my cold, dead heart. 

"Oh no." I whispered seriously, eyes wide. "What? What is it?" Kakashi asked, looking at my foot for any signs of movement or bleeding of some sort. "I... I think I just felt an emotion." I said, tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at Mark's arm. I could never imagine my own father doing something like that to me... "Are you kidding? I though you were serious." Kakashi snapped, glancing at my foot. I glared at him, wiping at my eyes. I a serious. Jackass. "Don't cry or some shit. I'm not ready for that." Mark shook his head, looking at me from the corner of his eye so we weren't forced to make awkward eye contact. "But... you're being abused." I said slowly. "Fuck no. We just brawl a lot. I gave the man a black eye." Mark grinned as if it was no big deal, even though it was. He was nearly my age, and still a minor. His father had no right to be doing that to someone so young...

"Ethelia, are you actually okay? You look-" I cut Kakashi off before he could make some snide remark about how ugly I was. I know I'm ugly, but that doesn't mean I like people telling me the obvious. Besides, I don't want them to see my soft side in response to Mark's hella sad story. "Gorgeous; I know. Moving on, I broke my foot when I was taking notes all because this dick," I gestured to Kakashi who shot me a nasty glare. "Thought it was alright to do some actually-really-cool Earth shit thing that slammed me into a tree."

"So he broke your foot?" Mark questioned somewhat curiously. "Kicked it afterwards too." I ratted the bitch out. Mark shot Kakashi a sharp glare out of reflex, surprise flashing in his eyes as he sat up straighter. I felt my emotions rear up once more when I looked at his cast-covered arm. "Why'd you kick a girl's broken foot?" He questioned. "I didn't know it was broken." Kakashi said defensively. "You still kicked me." I said, wanting Kakashi to burn and suffer just as I did everyday of my hellish life. Kakashi shot me another glare, one that clearly screamed "shut up." I decided to be the little shit head I am and keep blabbering. "He also calls me names all the time and thinks I'm an imbecile." I said, even though most of his insults are true. I am annoying, and I'm pretty fucking stupid as well. Mark raised an eyebrow.

"You're a dick." He said simply, although he did look quite irked. Kakashi could only scowl in response, not really wanting to beat the ass of a guy with a broken arm. That would be a dick move. However, Kakashi is a dick so... I guess anything could happen at this point. "Tch." Kakashi settled for clicking his tongue, which was better than him trying to throw kunai at Mark, I guess. I opened my mouth to be sarcastic, because I haven't been using that talent of mine enough today, but of course I was cut off. 

The door slammed open.