The Healings of a Broken Heart: 03

Saphire's POV:

The next day was Saturday - thank god for that, because I hardly got any sleep last night! - and I was out riding my skateboard when I noticed Odd getting some hot chocolate from the vending machine. He waved at me when he noticed me staring at him, which was so stupid on my account, but I pretended to not have seen him.

I dropped my head and shook it, trying to get both the stupid thoughts and his stupid face out of my brain. All of a sudden then, I looked up and saw Odd standing there, right in front of me with this wide grin on his face.

"Hey." he greeted me.

"What do you want?" I asked him, sounding annoyed.

I don't know why I was getting so pissed at him. I guess it was because Odd just treated me differently from everyone else; he smiled at me, he tried talking with me. And all of that just wasn't natural or...normal! He was so different from the others - too different!

"Um, Ms. Burne said you'd give me a tour of the school and I was just wondering if you were up for it right now." he didn't seem even a little fazed by my reaction and just grinned brightly down at me.

I opened my mouth to shoot back a clever remark like, "What do I look like a tour guide to you?" But, for some reason I just couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

And for a reason even weirder, I agreed to it. There was just something about him, something like...his eyes, I bet, that made me feel, I don't know, worn out. It was like every time I tried to get away from him and not let his words get to him, the closer we ended up getting. It was frustrating and I hated it. The way he made me feel, the way I couldn't move my eyes away from his; it was almost as if he was doing magic on me. Every time I looked into his eyes, I end up doing something regretful.

But, I also had nothing better to do and maybe if I showed him just what kind of person I really am, then Odd would back off and never speak to me ever again. That made me feel weird in the stomach, almost kind of sad. But, I didn't know the guy and I really didn't want to either. He looked like just the type of person to ruin my rep here at Kadic. I worked hard to be this way and stay this way, I didn't need anyone coming in here and ruining that for me.

I rolled around on my skateboard, showing Odd around the outside of the school first. I also mentioned some of the shortcuts to get to some far away classes, the gym and the bathrooms. I pretty much told him about all the secrets of the school that ever Kadic student knew about. But, there was at least one shortcut I didn't tell him about since I was the only one who knew about it and I wanted it to stay that way. I hated changes - sure, I changed my appearance, but that doesn't count, because I chose to do that, I wasn't forced - always have and always will. For me, things never changed for the good, it was always for the worst.

It was too long though during our little tour time before little Miss Prissy Sissi came strutting over to us.

"Oh, Saphire, I see you're giving a tour to the new boy - how sweet of you!" she squealed.

"What do you want, Sissi?" I asked curtly, I really didn't want to go through this now.

"Nothing really," she said with a shrug. "I've already gotten everything I've ever wanted."

"Then, why are you here?" I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Well, it's not like you're not doing a good job, 'cause you so are!" she got straight to the point. "But, I just thought I could do a much better job than you. I mean, I am the Principal's daughter and I do know everything there is to know about this school."

"Yeah, I bet you were there when it was being built." I smirked.

Kadic was built over 50 years ago and I was surprised that it was still pretty intact. My little joke didn't seem to have fazed neither Odd nor Sissi. I wondered why and then understood when I saw Sissi practically chatting up a storm with Odd.

I shrugged, glad that my work here was done.

"Well, good luck." I said, getting ready to leave.

"I don't need luck; I was born with it!" Sissi remarked back.

"I wasn't talking to you, b*tch." I knew Sissi was trying her best to show off in front of Odd, because he was the new kid and he wasn't fully aware of what Sissi was capable of. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up hating it here at Kadic.

Sissi narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her stomach, glaring at me with those beady little eyes of hers. I matched her look, trying to give her my meanest look ever through the small spaces between my bangs.

A breeze flew past us and I won and Sissi lost; her eyes got watery and she ended up blinking. Satisfied, I grinned and before leaving, I turned to Odd and said quietly, "You'll need it."

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On Sunday, guess what I saw. Two new lovebirds strolling around on campus. And who would those two little lovebirds be? That's right, Little Miss Prissy Sissi and the new guy, Odd.

I don't know why I was so surprised, because this type of thing was happening all the time. Whenever Sissi spotted some new guy, she either stole them from another girl or made them come crawling over to her. After a couple of days of fun and romance together, she'd show her true colors and start treating them badly.

She made them into her own personal slaves and I knew the same would be happening to Odd. There were four stages in all of Sissi's little "relationships"; first, she acted all sweet and innocent around them. Second, she starts getting a little moody. Then, she turns all bossy and b*tchy. And finally, she uses emotional blackmail, so the guys can't break up with her. She has to be the one who leaves them!

I don't know why, but I actually felt bad. Bad about what though? Odd? No way. That couldn't be true or possible. This type of thing happened all the time with all different kinds of guys, so why should Odd be any different from any of them?

'Maybe it was because I kinda thought Odd was different?' I thought tentatively to myself. 'But, no, that's ridiculous; all guys are the same - always going after the mean girl. They deserve it for being so stupid.' I tried to assure myself not to worry too much about it, but the more I thought about it the more confused I got. 'So, wait, does that mean that Sissi is doing is right? By breaking these boys' hearts everyday, is she secretly trying to save herself?'

I shook my head, trying not to let it get to me. I wasn't Sissi and I wasn't a guy; this didn't concern me. I shouldn't be worrying about this, since it had nothing to do with me. And besides, I shouldn't be trying to figure out what any of this meant, it was a waste of time. People went around contemplating this type of thing and have been doing it for a long time, so when we've got philosophers trying to figure out the reasons of life and heartbreak, why should I be the one going out and trying to find out for myself. I was just being irrational, it didn't mean anything. Hopefully.

The End

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