Big mistake.
     Just as I sidled up to touch her hair, I heard someone shout, 'Damn it! I thought I told you to stay away from her!'
     I could feel myself turning into stone. Meyrin turned around so quickly her shoulder-length hair whipped my face. I won't deny it, the feel of those light slashes felt good. I missed feeling her hair. She wore a strange expression. Was it fear? disgust? anger? I couldn't tell. When she spoke—oh, how I loved her voice—there was an odd stiffness to it, as though she was speaking to a servant.
     'Tyson?' She said, 'What are you doing here?'
     I couldn't speak. I opened and closed my mouth feebly.
     Turns out I didn't have to speak anyway, because Davis came running up and pulled my collar. Then he seemed to try to swing me around and I fell on the sand. Much of it got into my shirt and pants. It was incredibly itchy, but I didn't want to look like a fool in front of Meyrin trying to get them out, so I simply stood up and stared at Davis. His face was incredibly red. His right hand was balled into a fist, and it was shaking violently.
     So much for being a guy of 'smarts and ability'. This man standing in front of me was no more than a barbarian. I tried to stay calm. The side of my mouth no longer hurt, but the feeling was still there. I didn't want another knuckle sandwich.
     'Are you going to hit me again?' I asked. My voice wavered and my legs shook, but I guess I can't deny that I was angry as well. Angry that Meyrin left me. Angry at this jerk who took her away. I stole a glance at Meyrin. She stood with her lips pursed, completely emotionless. Something in my gut told me she didn't like Davis as much as she thought.
     Davis just glared at me. As there was nothing else I could do, I turned to walk away.
     That was when it came.
     The punch knocked me back down to the ground. It hurt a lot more, too. I felt my mouth. Blood was pooling around a small cut on the side, but thankfully my teeth felt intact. I didn't want to lose a tooth over something like this.
     This time I didn't try to get up. I turned to face Davis, who was standing over me, blocking out the sun. His chest moved up and down as he heaved.
     'This is a man of smarts?' I asked. It hurt to move my lips, but I had to say it. I just had to.
     'You son of a bitch.' Davis snarled. It was time for me to go. I shifted my bag a little.
     But as I walked away, I turned to Meyrin, who still appeared to feel nothing. Something bubbled up inside of me. Something volatile. Then I realised I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her pay for what she had done to me. But I would not bring myself to Davis's level.
     'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I didn't realise this was the kind of men you liked.' I mulled over what I should say next, but in the end, I just settled for a simple farewell. I said, 'See you, then.'
     If either of them did anything, I wouldn't have noticed.
     The pale pink of the sunset as I walked home was the most beautiful I had ever seen.


Has the length of Meyrin's hair been mentioned? Sorry if I broke continuity if it has... also, I would like to really, really apologise if Tyson ends up being a creep because of all the somewhat strange things I make him do...

I am going to be an ass and say it's one of the tips that reading On Writing by Stephen King has taught me: Everything that you write down is merely uncovering the entire fossil. It was all part of the plan. Um... yeah.

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