Only a couple steps away and something else was going on back there. Felix froze when he heard the statement, praying he’d been wrong. But there was that girl, getting up in the jock’s face. “Fuck me.” He blinked, watching as she continued. It was only when she turned to leave that he moved again, hurrying after her.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Felix grabbed her arm to turn her around. He wasn’t going to say thank you, he wasn’t going to take her charity gladly, but he was curious. Nobody in this school gave two shits about him.
The moment she felt someone touching her Natasha swung around to yank her arm free, not caring who she hurt, even if it was herself. When she saw it was the kid she pointed a warning finger in his face. “Do. Not. Touch. Me.”
Straightening up, Natasha shook out her hair with a careless shrug. “Because I don’t care what other people think,” she explained. “Those jugheads aren’t about to beat the shit out of a girl, and popular girls fight with words. If the attention’s on me, no one’s getting beaten up and—like I said—I don’t care what people think or say about me. I accepted that I’m the school horse a long time ago, dude. Just take the goddamn favor.”