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Dick couldn't stay in the school anymore. If he ran into Cam again he didn't know what he'd do. He wasn't happy to run into Annette either. Maybe he could walk the other way before she notices...

She noticed. She had looked up and over to rest her eyes from reading for just a second or two.

"Dick?"

Well, crap. He turned back to her and smiled. "Hey honey, what are you up to?"

You'd have to be blind to not notice he had a black eye and that his jaw was swollen and bruised.

She noticed that too and her jaw sort of fell open and she came up on her knees and pushed herself to her feet. She didn't make a move towards him, not yet.

"Okay, whose door did you run into?"

Dick looked down at the ground, knowing it was no good lying to her. "Um...well, it was so much a door as it was someone's fist...but I'm fine so it's nothing to worry about."

"Someone's fist. Okay." Yeah, she was wrapping her brain around that.

"Your face is a mess, Dick, and you are telling me not to worry about it. That it was nothing? Excuse me, but what part of caring about you do you not understand? And who the hell did you fight with?"

(no prob - think I have been on sp for the last 3 days..)

"It was nothing." he said, not really wanting to divulge any information. He wasn't thinking about how the fight would probably be all over radio tonight. "It's not like this is the first time I've been in a fight."

"I'm sorry, Dick, but I don't think your face getting beat up is nothing." She stepped towards him and looked up and studied his ugly boo-boo's.

"What was it about anyway?" Cause it had to be something pretty damn bad to throw punches over. Annette didn't even know Dick had enemies here at school.

"It was nothing." he said again, hating the fact that he had to keep on repeating it. But let's face it, he did come off as the jerk in this situation. "Just leftover stuff from Neptune."

Okay. That hurt. He was just brushing her off like she was just another, what? Buddy. Or something.

Annette looked down and tried to hide the fact that she was hurt by his casual behavior in this, but what could she do? It's not like she could force him to trust her.

"Can you tell me who the fight was with? Or is that classified too?"

"Cameron and it was about Veronica. That's all you need to know." he said, acting unnaturally firm. "Just trust me."

Oh. He was just being mean to her. That wasn't like him. Course, she's never seen him beaten up either.

She suppose it was best to drop this convo since he was giving her the stink eye and just generally being nasty to her. It wasn't her fault. Geeze.

"So. Uh. Need an aspirin? A cold steak to the eye? The bottle of rum under my bed?"

"I'll pass on the steak but anything alcoholic would be good." he said, glad to be getting off the subject. "Maybe you can go to detention for me on Saturday. That'd be nice."

"Does Cameron look like you?" Yeah, that was important.

Dick shrugged. "Don't know. I knocked him on the side of the head and tackled him and stuff. But I didn't really start brusing too bad until after I left Zoe's office."

"Then maybe you deserve detention, Dick." Said the girlfriend who felt sorry for his hurt face. But, he was not being very nice about all of it was he?

Noooooooooo!

"Ouch." he said, smirking slightly. "I was taken off guard. Wasn't even dressed or anything."

Annette narrowed her eyes. She was thinking.

"So. This fight wasn't just a random 'you stole my best wft t-shirt' or anything like that. He was apparently pissed over something you did, sought you out, and beat the shit out of you. But I'm not asking for clarification. Nope. Not me." And he was naked?

"With no claification? Yes." he said.

She folded her arms across her chest and stared up at him. She might have been tapping her foot a little.

"Is it too soon to ask you if you love me?" Maybe she should pout too.

"Love you or not I'm not going to clarify anything." he said, attempting to smile but it just hurt too goddamn bad.

She stuck her tongue in her cheek for a moment. "S'that right?"

Annette looked up at the sky, "I'm not sure how I feel about that, Dick."

"Sorry." he says, not knowing what else to say. There was no way he could tell her.

Annette reached out and took his hand in hers and just looked down at it. His knuckles were red ~~totally assumes~~ and she gently ran her fingers over them.

"I don't like that you were hurt. Maybe I should kick Cameron's ass too. Just because."

"No need." he said quickly, not wanting Cam to say anything to her. "Really, it's fine. I won't even feel it tomorrow." Well, that was a lie.

She decided to be a little smart-like, "Well, don't worry about it if I do. It'll be nothing." She wasn't planning on it. Not really. But Dick didn't need to know that.

"You'll feel it tomorrow. It's why you're sleeping in my room tonight with my bottle of rum. You've got to let me help in some way, right?"

"Well if that's what you recommend for me to get better I can't say no, can I?" he said. "I totally trust your nursing abilities."

"Good, cause I don't think I'm giving you much of a choice." She smiled slowly. "You do need to probably lay down and rest, Dick. Seriously. You got class in the morning?"

"Nope. Nothing until Wednesday." he said. "Other than Caritas but that really isn't work. More like getting paid to eat pretzels."

"And drink free beer. Best job ever." She bent to pick up her books and notebook and blanket.

"Do you mind spending the rest of the day in my room?"

"Do I mind? I'd love it." he said. "Cam's room is right across from mine. I don't really feel like running into him again unless I was armed with a bat or something."

She smiled and shook her head. Boys. "Let's go slugger."

Starting to walk towards the dorms, she added, "I'm going to go with you love me though. Makes me feel important. Makes me think that you're not telling me about this fight cause you are just being all protective and stuff like that." Though Annette was so curious. She wanted to know why Veronica was involved since she was Cam's girlfriend. What did it have to do with Dick?

"I am being all protective and stuff." said Dick, nodding. Course he was protecting himself but he was protecting.

She just grinned, "Well, I like it. Being protective and stuff works. I'm protective and stuff too. You know, just in case you were to ever wonder. I'd totally kick someone's ass for you." And now there were three people she knew she didn't like: Steerpike, Veronica, and now Cameron.

Unless, Cameron had a very good reason for hitting her boyfriend. It would have to be very good though. I mean, super duper good.

"Aw, thanks sweetie. I'll keep that in mind next time someone pisses me off." says Dick. Could come in handy when a girl ticked him off. Cause Dick didn't hit girls.

Annette would be very pleased to know that Dick didn't hit girls. She would never ever think it.

"So, my room, my bed, a good move, and an even better bottle of rum. All your's for the price of... to be determined later."

"Something tells me I should ask the price first..." he said jokingly. He shrugged. "Ah, screw it. I'll take the offer."

She laughed, "Of course you will. You know in the end it will be worth it anyway." She grabbed his arm after adjusting the stuff she was carrying. "You are so smart."

"I have my moments."

She smirked, "Well at least Cam didn't pound that ever present sweet personality out of you." Annette chose to ignore the stink eye from earlier.

The Park - Sunday Afternoon

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