Brushing past a few girls that were sharing gossip on the way to their next class, Gil felt himself becoming more and more worried that something was seriously wrong with his little brother. As he got closer, he could see Tal was clenching and releasing his hand, his face stained with fresh tears. Gil froze about five feet away from Tal, and stared wide eyed.
"Tal..." He gasped, "Are you...okay?"
He laughed, "and you suddenly care? Where is this coming from?"
"Tal, you know I've always cared about you. You know that what I did last night I thought was the best...now, maybe I am wrong." Gil spat, staring at his brothers hand, his knuckles not bleeding anymore, just a crimson red.
"Now that would be a first," He shot bitterly.
Gil sighed, "Okay, so it's offical. Everybody hates me now." He turned to walk away, not about to get anymore insults or bitter words thrown into his face.
"I don't hate you," Tal whispered, "I never have Gil, and I never will. Your my brother, it's impossible to hate you...I just sometimes hate the way you handle things and I do sometimes hate the things you say. But I get over it, your my brother, it's your job to piss me off sometimes."
"And I guess I don't have to be so damn pushy and so damn annoying. Your what...14 now, you can take care of yourself." Gil said, sitting down next to his brother in the middle of the hall.
"Umm...I'm 16." Tal stated, laughing a little.
"I knew that." Gil shot quickly, "Really I did." Tal shook his head slightly, letting the back of his hand wipe across his face. Trying to rid the tear-stain marks that still clung to his cheeks. Silence fell over the two boys, and they could hear a math teacher spitting out something about the quadratic formula from down the hall. "So...your hand." Gil suddenly broke the silence, "What happened?"
"I got alittle angry," He smirked, "Like you would Gil, and I punched the locker instead of the person who was standing in front of me."
"It was a girl...wasn't it?" Gil questioned, a grin forming across his creamy face.
"Yeah," He laughed, "It was Laura."
"And I bet you she deserved it," Gil growled, "You should have nailed her in the face and broke her nose."
Tal looked at him, wide-eyed, "Oh my gawd, Gil. I thought you liked her."
"Yeah, when she didn't tell me I was a worthless asshole who doesn't deserve to be loved."