I Don't Play Your Rules, I Make My Own

"Not going," Cassie hissed at her.

Lyssa made a growl noise under her breath that she only made when she was really annoyed. Then she got up, and grabbing a hold on Cassie's shirt pulled her up to. "I did say I would drag, so you have five seconds to decide."

"Get off," Cassie snapped pulling out of Lyssa's grip.

Lyssa made the noise again. "Does that mean you're coming willingly?"

"I'm not coming."

"Cassandra Evans, you are pushing your luck right now," Lyssa said with a dark glare, showing that she was WAY pissed off.

"I don't care!" Cassie snapped. "I don't want you trying to make me do things, I'm fucking fine just fucking sitting here."

"You are not fucking fine, you stupid!" Lyssa snapped. "You're meant to be up and fiery and fighting. Not giving in like some weakling! Sitting there...sitting there is giving in."

Cassie scowled at her. "Just give me time to sulk, okay! And than I'll go and bloody show everyone who their fricken messing with. But I'm tired! And I'm sore. And I want to throw something into a fricken wall but there is nothing in this god-damn room that is breakable."

Lyssa sighed for a second and then walked out of the room. However, she came back a moment later carrying a vase. "Here," she said, holding it out. "Break it."

Cassie smiled somewhat, took the vase out of the girl's hand and threw it as hard as she could into the wall. The glass smashed everywhere. "I need my trunk," She muttered looking at the clothes she was wearing. "Get out of this stupid crap."

"Oh? I got you to smile!" Lyssa said triumphantly. "And I can lend you something for the time being to wear, even though I'm taller. I'll ask mum later about your stuff."

"Well can you get something then? I'm going to shower or something because I feel like absolute crap."

Lyssa nodded. "I'll be right back with something, mkay?" Then she went to go and dig around in her closet.

Cassie nodded. Once Lyssa gave her the clothes she washed, putting them on. She tied her hair up feeling better then she had in the last however many days. She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist coming out of the bathroom.

Lyssa was still hanging around in Cassie's room when the girl returned. "Feeling better?" she asked.

"Somewhat," Cassie said.

Lyssa smiled a little. "Well, that's good. Took Draco three days to get me to do anything at all. I feel accomplished that it only took me like ten minutes." She stopped to roll her eyes. "Food now?"

"I guess so," Cassie said looking at her knuckles, which were grazed and bruises though no longer bleeding.

Lyssa frowned at the knuckles. "Just what did you do to yourself?" she asked.

"I attacked the wall..." Cassie said with a shrug.

"Ouch," Lyssa said with a wince. "Suppose to the kitchen...."

"I guess so," Cassie said, the girls exited the room.

They walked to the kitchen.

And entered it.