And with that, Kayla was off. His cheeks turned a different shade of red at her last remark...Idiot? Idiot?! He nearly got killed and just took the hit without any repercussions and he was the idiot? Maybe he was, did he really have to tell her? He had to get it off his chest but this was just...stupid. He pulled himself up off the ground, and picked his black hat up. It was now covered in dirt and Millie stepped on it in her panic to as the two flew through the air. Myles ground his teeth, dropping the hat and turning 180 degrees. He swung his right fist as hard as he could into the short wooden post. At connection, the thing let out many loud cracks as it gave way. When it split, Myles turned back and looked the knuckles on his hand. A large gash sat on his middle finger, already dripping with blood, a splinter was stuck on his first knuckle and various other cuts littered across his knuckles. He looked at it, and should've felt something, but all he could see was red. He pulled up his now beat up hat as his hand started to get a thin coating of blood. It was time to go get drunk as all Hell. At least the clear liquid in the bottle didn't bother with messing up his hat and breaking his heart. He feared for the walls and windows of his dorm as he pulled Millie back towards the stable with a bloodied hand in his pocket.
