A girl in the classroom cursed under her breath as she leaned in her desk surrounded by her friends.
"That motherfucking bitch. Who does she think she is? Fuck, it hurts." She rubbed her swollen cheek gently, flinching when a burning pain came. One of the girl's friends took out her phone and started typing something.
"We could try getting back at her. After all, she is known as a loser. This kind of thing is a fluke." The girl who was beaten up looked at her friend, anticipating the idea. She slowly nodded at her friend, agreeing with the idea. A devious smile appeared in her face as she hugged her.
"You're the best, May!" The girl chuckled and smiled as she placed her hand on her friend's loving arm.
"No problem, Olivia."
"You bitches been talking about me?" A sudden chilling presence caused the girls to flinch and turn their heads. Standing in front of them in black pants, white sneakers, a black dress shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, and bandages wrapping around her thin neck and face. She had long hair and beautiful yet crazy eyes, like those of a psychopath.
She jumped on the desk, startling those around her.
"What? Did you think I'd take your bullshit these past couple years and leave it at that? You see me as a fucking pushover?" She was smiling, but it was obviously bittersweet as she continued crouching on the desk. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and started unlocking it. "Well, I guess it's okay. I don't have to live such a boring life anymore."
"W-what do you mean?" Olivia chartered out, trying to keep her composure but desperately failing. The crazy girl stared blankly at the trembling girl before bursting out in laughter, pulling her hand through her knotless hair.
"Ha? You scared now? That's so freaking hilarious. You really are the dumbest bitches I've ever met."
The girls' faces turned beet red as they got up from their seats in confrontation.
"You-! You'll get in trouble! You won't get away with—" The poor girl couldn't even flinch before the crazy girl was up in her face. Her beautiful features were partially covered by bandages and little white paper. Her dark eyes glittered like the stars in the night sky, and her smile was dangerously beautiful. The girl found herself blushing.
But the crazy girl had a completely different aura now. It was a much darker aura from even before. The girl took a step back and gulped.
"Hey bitch number four. Did you know? My parents died now. Isn't that exciting? They were always forcing me to study well and not make trouble. But yesterday I attended their funeral. Isn't that hilarious! I saw their faces in the hospital bed as they tried to grab my hand. I found it so freaking funny! They didn't make that face when I was getting beat with that baseball bat!" Everyone stared at the hysterical girl in horror, roaring out with psychotic laughter.
"Just try and snitch. You can't do shit to me anymore. Hit me? I'll hit you back a hundred fold. Snitch? I have proof that you've all been beating me to a pulp. With so much evidence, I can make a whole fucking documentary. I'm just using the phrase, what goes around comes around. Right? You've all been to preschool? You know that golden rule."
Everyone was speechless, and those girls were scared. The crazy girl just smirked and jumped off her desk, landing perfectly. She turned to leave before turning charismatically at the shocked girls, and blew a kiss and winked.
"Karma's a motherfucking bitch, isn't it?" She smiled and then walked out the door.
Olivia and May sank to the ground, holding each other as they shivered. Everything was dead silent, as the whole class watched.
The other students may not have known this, but when that crazy girl, Psyche, looked at them in the eyes, her aura was so domineering and overwhelming that they almost fainted.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Psyche was supposed to be that nerdy loser that stayed quiet and gave her money. No way was she a complete psychopath like what everyone just witnessed. Psyche was not that kind of person, right?
"Ahh, that felt so frickin good." Psyche sighed with relief as she stretched her arms on the rooftop. Some students were still sneering at her, and looking down on her, but right now she could care less. She was feeling more free than anyone right now.
She paused, and stared at the blue sky, the breeze brushing against her face and through her long hair. She gazed at the big, puffy clouds that looked like cotton palaces. She then saw her parents smiling down on her, with blissful smiles she had never seen before. A long silence passed as Psyche lowered her arms, only to reach out again with her right hand.
She then blatantly stuck out her middle finger, face unmoving.
"Fuck you both." Even as she said that, her eyes felt wet and warm. She groaned in disgust as she wiped her salty tears from her eyes on her sleeve. Damn it. It's all your faults. How dare you leave without getting retribution. Psyche glared up at the sky, lit by the warm sun. How dare you make me miss you.
"Why are you crying?" Psyche whipped around to see a tall guy with a purple popsicle in his hand approach her. He was wearing a big black hoodie and track pants. He had tiny black studs and charming dark hair. He was also wearing regular old white socks and white sneakers. Even stranger though, he was wearing gloves. Is he a serial killer?
"Who are you?" Psyche ignored the question. She then remembered a past phrase that came up in a show she was watching, so then she added, "I'm Psyche Rosehill. Who're you?"
The guy stared blankly at the pretty girl before him, probably a whole foot shorter than him. Then again, he was portionately tall. He smiled to himself.
"What the fuck you smiling at?" She asked again, getting irritated. The guy cleared his throat.
"Ahem. I'm Narcissus Devoin." Psyche stared at the strange guy before him.
"...did your parents love you?" Narcissus just smiled and leaned in intimidatingly.
"Did your parents love you?"
"No." Psyche immediately responded casually. And I oop— Narcissus gazed at this mysterious new girl in front of him. He somehow felt intrigued.
"Why were you crying though? You don't seem like a person who'd cry that much. More like someone who bottles it up and explodes later." Narcissus scratches his head cluelessly.
"You sound like you would be my therapist. Unpaid of course."
"Heh heh, I'll give you a special discount today because I'm feeling good today. So stop avoiding the question." Psyche raised her eyebrow with the corners of her lips tilted up a little bit. Narcissus smiled at this, eyes still on the girl.
"Okay, fine. My parents died in a plane crash the other week. They were in surgery and it failed, and when I went to their hospital rooms, they tried to act all heartfelt and sappy, and because they were dying, I had no chance to refuse them."
"You didn't cry because of them, did you?" Narcissus asked, motioning for them to sit on the bench. They both sat down and Narcissus continued licking the icy treat. Psyche stared at the popsicle with greedy eyes, stomach yearning for something cold.
Narcissus noticed and snatched it away protectively.
"I'll get you ice cream or something later. Just continue." Narcissus licked his popsicle while keeping eye contact. For some reason, this made Psyche annoyed. Stingy much? Psyche muttered more under her breath, probably nothing good too, but nonetheless continued.
"You're astonishingly right. I didn't cry because they were dead. They beat me with their hands and baseball bats and curling irons and stuff as I grew up. No way could I have ever loved them with that shit going on." The teenage girl paused and stared at her fragile hands. "I guess they just left a void. Since I have no other family and already rejected going to an orphanage because no adult in their right mind would take a teenager with a personality like mine. Actually, it's probably because I didn't feel anything when they died. Yeah, that's more right. I'm a horrible person."
"Your personality doesn't seem that bad. I've met worse."
"Oh yeah, like who?"
"Me, my friend Diego, some kid show characters...and the list goes on."
"You're a smartass, aren't you?"
"Well aren't you too?"
They both looked at the other, and then laughed. Genuine laughter too. Not the psychotic crazed laughter back in the classroom, or the kind that was faked. Narcissus choked on his grape flavored popsicle, or at least what was left of it because it started melting all over his gloves, and Psyche laughed at him while patting his back wholeheartedly.
When they stopped laughing and grudges were made, it was silent.
"Am I...am I a sociopath?" Psyche asked, breaking the awkward silence. Even if it was a conversation starter, she was genuine when she asked about it. Narcissus glanced at her and slumped back into the chair, neck resting so he could stare up at the sky.
"Hmm, I don't know you well enough to say if you are or aren't. But from what I've seen and heard, it's more like your hiding your feelings rather than not feeling them at all."
"Thank you mister therapist. Honestly." Psyche was being sarcastic yet sincere as she smiled at him. Narcissus scoffed, although a small feeling of pride welled up inside him. He let out a breath and turned his attention to the ground below him. So this is what it feels like to make someone feel better.
Narcissus smiled to himself and started going back inside. Psyche tilted her head in confusion.
"Where're you going?" She asked curiously.
"Obviously going back to class. Otherwise my perfect attendance record will be completely broken." He responded, opening the roof door and starting to go down in steady steps.
Suddenly something very fast jumped ahead of him, skipping the whole flight of stairs to the platform. He was a little shocked, but didn't let it show.
"Well how lame would it be if you left me alone to contemplate my thoughts? Here's a tip if you want a girlfriend...or a boyfriend in the future." Narcissus' eyes widened a little more than usual as he listened to this crazy girl.
"Don't leave a person on the roof alone after talking to them. That's poor action on your part." Psyche scolded, jumping down the rest of the steps.
Narcissus stood there for a moment, the door of the stairs echoing from the bottom as it slammed open and shut. He silently shook his head with a ghost of a smile and followed the girl he just met.
At least the school year wouldn't be completely boring.