The Boy She Met

It was a cold winter's morning, when I was walking across Westfield Street trying to catch a glimpse of him on the seventh window, down the road. I couldn't get over him. I can't. Well, not yet anyway.

"I promise you'll find your dream man, someday. It's just that...it's not me." he had said. Those last few words of his, still run through my head every single frikking day.

"Amama!" came a squeaky shout from about 5 metres away.

I turned my head to the voice and there I saw Ninj. Ninj, my rather unusual friend, in her black jeans and blue coat.

"Hmm, isn't it a bit too early for you to be roaming these streets?" I say, trying to sound sarcastic, but failing, of course.

That's the thing with me. I can never do something how I want to. That's probably the reason why I couldn't maintain a relationship...

"Whatever, minger. Loser." Ninj threw at me when she finally caught up.

"Quit coming here, man. He's a dick, and you're just simply wasting your time. It's been three weeks since you've broken up. If he wanted to talk or see you, he would've done so already. He clearly doesn't care, then why the hell do you?" Ninj hated Harrison, but she was right. He didn't care. And he was, is and will always be a dick. Just wish I can stop liking him so much.

Just as I was about to exit the street, there was a smash. Looking back, I could see a young blonde boy holding a broken glass bottle, with dark red blood dripping down his right hand. What the hell does he think he's doing?

"Oi, dickhead! Could've just knocked on the blummin door, no need for the bloody chaos." That was Harrison. By the way the blonde boy was dressed, I could tell he was a stupid friend of Harrison. Dark jeans. Hair up. Hood on. Long, dangling chain. The typical look of a Westfield boy. Ew.

Harrison, on the other hand, looked quite nice and smart today. Well, he looks nice every day, but smart, very rarely. The boys headed up the stairs and disappeared through Harrison's front door.

"Freaks. Freaks everywhere." Ninj started.

"I know right. Who do you think that other guy was?"

"Which guy? The blondey?"

"Yeah, I don't remember seeing him around before."

"Hmm, not sure. Think he's related to Clark. Saw him at a party once. He's a bit weird, you know."

"Since when did you start going to parties?!"

"Oh, shut up. It was my cousin's friend's birthday party, alright."

"Kk. So why's he weird?"

"Dunno, just looks like the kinda guy you wouldn't wanna get into shit with."

"Oh....k."

"Man, I am a hungry woman."