Cupid & Psyche

Cupid & Psyche: Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Unbelievable. Lethally unbelievable.

I don’t know why I had this wonderful day and then all of a sudden some stupid flying angel came and stole it all away. See, it unbelievably rhymes! I want to cut my head. That was a metaphor.

After I finished my session with Ms. Roberts I went straight out of the porch but then I felt a hand gripping me and so I turned around and prepared for massive battle.

“What do you want?” I scowled at him.

He lets go of me in disbelief, shock even with my sudden change of fatal reaction.

“I just want to escort you home.”

“Escort me home.” I mimicked his tone of voice. “FYI, I know how to walk home. And besides, I don’t even know you. Why should I even trust you?”

“Psyche, we know each other since freshman year. I’m your best friends’ best friend. Have you completely forgotten about that?”

“Oh, and you are also the most popular guy in school? You forgot to add that.” I said smugly.

“I didn’t say that, it was you.” he prompted.

My eyes widened at him.

 He smirked. “I thought we’re friends.”

“Friends?” A laugh would entirely be helpful right now. But his face tells me that he is serious.

“Listen, I don’t know what you want but I have to go home. There are a lot of things I have to do.” I turned around and he was in front of me within a second.

I sighed. “You know what,” I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you really want to be my friend you would just stay away.”

He scoffs at me. “Stay away?” He shrugs. “Psyche, if I want to get your attention I believe I should get close to you more so that you’d notice me.”

“Are you deaf or are you numb? Which part didn’t you understand?”

He smiled again as he flexed and scratch a portion of his forehead. Maybe he was trying to be patient.

“Can I choose or?”

I groaned. “You are unbelievable! Just let me through if you still want to live.”

“You know it won’t kill you if you try to be nice.” He looks intently at me as if he has a very strange motive—no, a very scary motive.

“I. AM. NICE.” I emphasized each word. I shook my head and I walked pass him.

“You are to others but clearly not to me and I don’t understand why.”

Of course you don’t understand why. You cracked me open.

I looked back at him and he looks hurt. “I just got here and the only person who I wanted really to meet is you. But you are exactly the person who keeps on pushing me away.”

Wow. Is this what psychiatrist call “Reverse Psychology”? Because if it is and he’s using this to make me feel guilty all over it. It’s somehow working.

The truth is I don’t know why I am mad at him right now. For years all I want to do is just ignore him in the hallways. What must I do when he broke my heart? I know I am being so immature. He wasn’t mine but I was heartbroken because he didn’t notice me. Yes. I am so immature for being so shallow. Maybe I was mad at him now because of the fact that he scared me to death at the church? Who wouldn’t be scared by the way he stared at me? It was as if he was boring into my soul yet I don’t even know him. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand how I feel when he’s around here and my heart keeps on skipping its beat and I can’t even control my breathing. I just don’t like the feeling when he’s around but I don’t know how to tell him that.