I tried not to think about what that noise was supposed to mean.

Brennan glanced next to him before continuing to speak "What colour is your hair anyway? Emerald?"

I opened my mouth, but my reply got lost in the air when a new voice interjected.

"Puke Coloured?"

The voice was deep. Too deep and too rough to be owned by anyone other than the giant. The best way to describe it was gravelly or guttural.

The silent skyscraper had finally spoken and he had insulted my hair.

I happened to love my hair. The green suited me. Much more than my natural brown hair had. I loved my green colour and there was no way I was going to let him insult it.

Everything happened so fast. One minute I was narrowing my eyes and sitting back in my seat and the next I was leaning over the table and pointing a finger at the grumpy face of the man who had insulted me.

"Listen here, Lurch. You obviously have bad taste in colour." I bit out the words while narrowing my eyes further "It is fairytale green."

A pause of silence filled the space between him.

Stone grumbled, his voice hoarse and demanding "What the fuck is fairytale green?"

I leant back in my chair and let out a huff. I pursed my lips together and blew a strand of green hair that had fallen onto my face when I moved forward.

The words escaped me before I could stop them.

"It is the green of the trees at an outdoor wedding. It is the green of the grass where you sit with your partner when you're old, shaking your fists at the neighbour’s kid who trespass on skateboards. It is the green of my hair." I rambled on in one quick breath "It is fairytale green!"

He made me expose a rant about colours and fairy tales and I had no idea where it came from. The words just slipped my mouth before I could hold them back.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the man opposite. He maintained eye contact back but with a slightly softer expression than mine.

The eye-lock broke when Brennan coughed which made me look at him. What I found was him staring at Stone with a face of bewilderment.

Brennan then stage whispered to Lana "Is she always this scary?"

"Yep." Lana replied instantaneously before giving an example "One time a guy called me a dumb blonde and he never approached me again after Ella was finished with him."

One guy in our French class called her a dumb blonde so after class ended, I grabbed him and threatened him. I threatened to pluck every hair out of his head while he was sleeping, make a voodoo doll out of it and then hex him. It sounded ridiculous but it worked. I never seen him around the school again.

Lana went on to tell another story about me. Brennan listened to her while laughing at the appropriate parts.