Youre gonna get us in trouble, Tyler.

This was the fourth time in a week that my best friend decided to be a douche. Not the first, not the second, not even the third, but the fourth. And if it wasnt enough that he had to do this at all, he also thought it would be a great idea to do it at school. In class time. With my gun. While I watched. Not letting me have a go. Which was stupidThe douche. You have nothing to worry about. Youre not the one with a 21 revolver pointed at your head. I totally could be. I totally could be. He looked at me blankly. Shut up. This made him laugh for some dumb reason, before patting me on my head like I was seven years old. This was unnecessary, as he was already a foot and a half taller than me six feet seven inches and about three times as broad. But dont get the wrong idea. I could take the bitch. You wanna go? Cause Im more than ready to kick your ass, you, you big footed jerk. I hissed as I curled my knuckles, readying for battle. This was apparently also a grand, comical gesture to Tyler. He just did not understand that my physical shortcomings did, in fact, no harm when going up against a larger opponent. See, I had multiple clear shots at a number of, lets say, delicate areas of his male anatomy that I had no qualms about punishing. Though, it could be fun watching him laugh himself to death. Im so very scared, Cin. He wheezed as he hunched in on himself, making him almost the same height as me. After about a thousand years he straightened his spine, set his shoulders and said in a mock-serious voice, I will do anything so that I wont have to be beaten up by someone as powerful as yourself. What would you have me do, oh lord and master. Ha, a way in. Oh, I dont knowmaybe you could let me- No. But- No. Come on- No. Breathe, Cin. Its not his fault hes such an insensitive jackass that doesnt realise he has no right to tell me what to do. Oh, wait.

Youre such an insensitive jackass. You have no right to tell me what to doAnd thats my gun! I practically screamed before storming off, somewhere in the general vicinity of the looming building the teachers called a school. Wait for me! I heard from behind me. Tylers long legs brought him to me quickly, and from the corner of my eye I saw him pass the gun to me. I took it without looking at him, before speeding up and putting some much needed distance between us. Come on, Cin. You know its not my fault. You just arent at that level yet. Your dad said until you pass the Junction test, youre not allowed to experiment. You know what he would do to me if he found out I let you, and I dont feel like pulling my privates out of my stomach today. I didnt answer. Whatever. Be a bitch, I dont care. But dont blame me about it. Im just doing what Im told, like anyone else would. He had a point. It wasnt like I didnt know where he was coming from. I just hated that because I wasnt technically trained, it meant that I wasnt allowed to do anything. I sighed, Im sorry, Ty. Its just so unfair. He wont even talk about letting me take the test. He gave me an understanding look. He knew what I was talking about. His mother only just let him take the test a month ago, on his seventeenth birthday. We were some of the oldest recruits at the Blackwood Military Academy, with most of our classmates already fighting the Infected with the rest of the soldiers. Tyler, himself would be shipped off in less than a week. So I guess he was trying to have a little fun before he wasnt allowed to have any at all. God, Im going to miss him. We had been best friends forever. Even before the war started we were close. Our mothers both had premature births at the same time in the same hospital, which resulted in numerous return visits and a new best friend for all involved.