>I lock eyes with the lunatic. I'm not pulling any punches now. If she's going to insist on this then fine, a fight she gets. Silently, Heather and Judee listen in as we have at it. I fire off.
>"Just because you're fucked in the head doesn't mean you get to pretend I am. Fuck. Off." I get in her face and she matches me instantly.
>Her turn. "You think you can hide it, stuff it away. You can't. I know you and your type." I get a puppted jab as she continues.
>"I know there's something in that skull you don't want out. Fight it, fight me, doesn't matter. You're built wrong, I know it. I recognize it." She smirks widely at me before turning, smacking me with her tail as she does. I stumble back and prepare another sling of insults her way but she's already marching off. In a flash the orange brute's after her.
>You know what? I've had enough of this. She's been on my ass the moment I took Judee's offer to join them for lunch. Two weeks of having to tangle with the paranoid freak is enough. I shake my head and start to follow them out. No more.
>Before I can go I hear Judee clear her throat from behind me. I turn to see her wearing a sour look, ready to talk. I oblige, she's been nothing but nice to me. I can at least let her chew me out before I skedaddle.
>Just as I'd assumed she starts with a chide, "B-Be nice to Schizo." I start to sigh and roll my eyes but manage to just keep still.
>"She... has a hard time. She's just trying to connect. I know she's a-a lot but she's my friend." This time I can't help but sigh.
>I lay it plain. "She's your friend. Not mine." It's a cold phrase. To my surprise it hurts Judee more than I'd imagined. I start to turn to leave but I'm stopped, yet again.
>"She's... she's..." Judee can't bring herself to speak. I consider letting her finish but I really am in no mood. As I open the door and start out Judee yells, surprising me.
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