Just watching the way they walked it was obvious they were assholes. They took up the entire walkway, strolling along like the owned the damn place. As they went past, the bitch pushed me hard enough to knock me to the ground.

I was so surprised that all I could say was, “Hey?” When she didn’t acknowledge me, I said a little louder, “Hey! HEY!!” and grabbed her ankle. I stared in disbelief as she kept going while her lower leg came off in my hand. As I stared blankly, two hands, ending at the elbow, grabbed my wrists and tried to drag me forward.

If I hadn’t been so angry it would have worked, but I was too pissed off to be scared, and two disembodied hands lacked the strength to pull me if I was going to resist. I stood up, still holding the ankle, the two hands still clutching my wrists, and stomped back to the fountain. I unceremoniously dumped the leg into the fountain and was pleased to hear a startled yelp; If I was lucky her designer shoe was completely ruined. I pulled the arms off me, dropping each in the fountain to join the leg, and then walked back to the bench. I sat down between James and Michael, and was about to start a rant about how rude some people could be, when the guy walked up.

He was big.

Really big.

His blonde hair was perfect and his clothes were immaculate. I glared up at him, still far too pissed off to be sensible.

“Fuck you,” I said.

He looked briefly startled and then just looked mean. I was pretty sure that he liked picking on smaller children when he was a kid, and didn’t seem to have grown out of his bullying tendencies.

He placed his hand flat on James’ chest and looked at me. “You wanna fuck with me?” he said. “You really sure about that little girl?”

I glared at him. “Asshole.”

He started to push, but nothing happened. I glanced at James and saw a bored look on his face. The blonde started to push a little harder, while James continued to look bored. After about 30 seconds James reached out, flicked the guy in the chest with his finger, and watched the blonde fell backwards. I noted with satisfaction that he fell into the girl, who had just finally reassembled herself and come up behind him. They both tumbled to the ground.

“Let’s get outta here,” Michael said in a bored tone, and we stood up and walked across the concourse to the door.

5 August 2005