The teenage hellhound girl has been avoiding you lately. You can see it looking your way sometimes, but when you try to approach it, it always runs away. Your lunch breaks are quieter. It's keeping you up, wondering what you might have done.
One morning you're running late. You don't have time to shower. You even forget to use your new deodorant. Gym's in the morning, so at least you'll have an excuse.
You're not alone today. It's like it never left, chatting with you, laughing with you, rubbing its head against you. It's warm.
Before you part ways for the day, it lingers. Like it doesn't want to go. It takes a breath. It grips your shoulders. It leans in close.
"If you use that stuff again I'll fucking kill you"