He shoves me forward a little and points a pudgy finger at my face, a vein pulsing out at the top of his temple and turning the rest of his face purple.
"You have stable duty," he says. "All day. Get going."
"Can't I have food first?" I ask expressionless.
He narrows his eyes at me and walks away. Smiling slightly, I head into the table area and find Val sitting there. I take a seat at her side and realize she's sleeping.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I flash a smile, "No, definitely not that. I don't know you. I may act like an a*s, but I don't play like one. I was going to ask if you would sit out in the stables with me while I follow through with my punishment, pass the time. You wouldn't have to do anything but sit and talk. The work's my part."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders