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alone.” The whisper of her voice annoyed her. She sounded like she was going to cry.
    His lips were pulled into an arrogant smirk, it grew wider as she looked at him. Something portrayed on her face clearly amused him. She needed to get a grip on her stupid emotions. She could stand here and face him. Her pulse quickened, the anger turning a mountain of sick around in her stomach. Two deep dimples formed in both his cheeks as he continued to grin at her. She gasped. Had she seen that smile before? Why did she feel like she knew him? The wind picked up in speed. Seriously, they couldn't hear this laughter? She was pretty sure her old neighbours in London could. 
                  Pain stabbed deep in her stomach. She clenched her hands into fists not caring if she punched him wrong. It was a broken hand versus inflicting pain on someone you hate with every fibre of your being.
    No contest.
    She stood her ground, rather shakily, but she was still stood as he studied her.
    “Oooooooo... harsh words witch, I’m really scared,” he mocked her, his eyes dancing with glee.
                  Before she could think of a reply he closed the gap between them in three huge strides. His hair was cut short at the sides, blending with the jagged and wispy layer of mahogany brown hair that moved erratically in the wind, a wind that seem to pulse from within her. Anger flashed in his eyes. She heaved in a breath. She couldn’t remember feeling this afraid and this pissed off in equal measure. There was a build up of pressure in her head, like a balloon that was ready to pop. Her stomach rolled, the muscles in her throat forcing the bile up into her mouth. Panicking, she over swallowed to compensate. It wasn’t working, gasping, she tried to suck in air. Heaving in another cold breath she felt something click, like something literally snapped inside her and it hurt like hell.
                  This click, she knew, was not the kind of click you get when a light bulb magically appears above your head. Unfortunately she didn’t have those moments. Something physically snapped inside. Shooting pains through her body caused each bone to cave under the weight of her flesh. What was happening to her?  He closed the gap between them and then pushed her, hard. She stumbled back, her arms snapping out in an attempt to keep upright, this made them laugh. The agony she felt only intensified. She tried to swallow but her mouth was so dry and the effort to keep her mouth shut was hurting. It felt like trying to hold your mouth closed whilst stifling a yawn, impossible.
                  Squaring her shoulders the best she could whilst whimpering in pain, she forced her legs to pick themselves up and move.
    “Get out of my way!!” she spat the words at him. Her voice sounded strong but her body shook. 
                  A deep throaty bark made her jolt in shock. Her eyes bulged in anger when she realised the sound had come from him. She felt his breath brush hot against her skin. She ground her teeth together to stop herself from clawing at his face, she just wanted to pummel him with anything and everything she had.
    He stopped lau ghing, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her. “What will you do if I don’t get out of your face?”
    She felt little flickers of spit land on her cheeks. She wiped the spit, her finger tip nearly grazed his face. She took a step back to gather perspective. She needed to get out of this situation. Her long brown hair was suddenly flicked back as the wind’s cool hands pulled her bobble free. She felt them caress her cheek and blow air around her clammy neck. Stepping closer to him, she entered unknown and dangerous territory. He dragged his hand through his hair styling it to sweep to one side. His eyes portrayed confidence. A muscle ticked under his eye as his jaw popped. Stood toe to toe, they continued to glare at one another as if they were about to go to