You better do just what i tell you

From Betweenlines

Vaguely, Ariel heard snickering coming from nearby. "Oi, pretty boy." the voice was taunting, and he kept his head lowered, focused on the flowers that he was arranging, very carefully, trying to be somewhere else entirely. "Can't you hear when someone's talking to you?"

Carefully, he picked up a white camellia (waiting), and eyed the arrangement, before setting it in just the perfect place. Finally, he looked up, blinking vaguely at the other boy who stood over him. "Yes?"

"Are you sure that you're not really a girl?" the other boy taunted, and Ariel suddenly felt cold anger, cold anger mixed with that same feeling of being uncomfortable in his own skin wash over him, though the sweet vague smile that remained on his face. "What with that face of yours, and the flowers-"

The words washed over him, so similar yet so different then all the taunts he'd heard for the last four years, since he turned thirteen, and Ariel didn't blink, but reacted, slender hand snapping out fast as he stood and gripping the other boy's wrist, twisting, and there was a snap of bone and a harsh scream.

"You-you broke my arm!"

Ariel just blinked at him, and smiled up at him, sweet vague smile not having left his face. "Would you like me to kiss it better, then?" he replied, sweetly, creepily mocking.