Why Me?

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My body was frozen. Why did he say that to me? Shouldn't he say that to a bleach blonde bimbo, not a chocolate haired, ice blue eyed, mute? So the only action I had experience with was looking straight and ignoring what he said. And so I did. I turned around and kept my face blank. I walked towards the counter and went into the back room. I hung up my apron and grabbed my school bag. I walked out and saw Sam staring at me with a surprised look.

"What?" I questioned a bit annoyed.

He looked at me in shock, "didn't you hear what I just said?" He asked innocently with the tone of rejection in his voice.

I chuckled, "someone like you wouldn't be interested in me." And with that I walked out of the café, into the sidewalk, on my way to school.

It was quite peaceful for two minutes until I hear the light rev of an engine. Obviously I think it's just a car simply passing by, but the sound of the engine constantly staying behind me and it annoyed me. I whip my head around as I had an irritated scowl pasted on my face. My chocolate brown hair brushes across my face as I see a vibrant red truck. The windows were tinted so I could not see the person driving the large vehicle. Since I didn't know who this mysterious person was, I continued to walk towards my school which seemed to be five minutes away.

The wind brushed past my fair skin as I my feet start to get cold as I stomp on the colorful leaves that are dyed red, orange, and yellow. The large crimson truck continues to follow me as I proceed to walk towards the large high school that appears to be right in my vision. The tall beige walls of the high school seem to tower the parking lot in pride. Thousands of students bustle around, meeting friends, laughing at others, and gossiping. I roll my eyes at the annoying bimbos that seemed to be everywhere these days. I shrug my backpack higher on my shoulders and start to make my way towards the gigantic high school.

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Sam's POV

I was waiting for a reply. Or at least a small action. But all I got was a blank stare. Like she ignored me, or never even acknowledged it. Wasn't I supposed to get girls dropping at my feet? So why wasn't she? I got this feeling deep in my gut, the feeling of rejection. This bitter feeling made me want more. I just wanted a reaction, but now I want her to notice me. The feeling of having her gentle eyes on me. Not her cold, icy blue ones.

The little ghost turned around shaking my hands from her soft, pale cheeks. Her long brown hair just flying up against my hand as she walks towards the glass counter that contained many sweets and the Italian bread that I know she baked last night. I could smell through the walls of my bedroom while I was unpacking.

She comes back out with out her apron. The white nirvana shirt fitted her curves and her light washed ripped jeans fitted her hips greatly making me somewhat anxious.

"What?" She asked making me look at her face. The blank stare never even faltered after she left to put away her apron. The sharp features on her face seemed calm, yet she seemed a little off. Like she was thinking. Was she thinking of me? I was quite in shock still, since it seems like she never even heard me. But I have to try.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" I ask.

She chuckles, sounding like the light sound of twinkling bells, " someone like you would not be interested in me," she remarks sounding depressed and unhopeful. And with that she leaves me, probably to go to school none or less, but I can't help but feel curious. How could I not be interested in her? She is the most mysterious girl I have ever encountered. And I won't meet a more mysterious woman than her.

Trust me.

I was standing here. Alone. I couldn't help but want to chase her. I need to know why I shouldn't be interested in her. Mostly I want to know who she is. She is not even my type but it's almost like I'm being pulled to her.

I walked out of the cafe, feeling the light rush of the breeze brush against my face. I see the little ghost walking towards school with her backpack slung on her shoulders and her long, straight brown hair swaying with the wind. I grinned and got into my red truck. My prize possession. I couldn't help but want to watch her while I drove. I kept my pace slow and steady, surveying every movement.

Then she turns, searching my car with a large scowl of annoyance. I chuckle a little knowing that my windows are tinted. She turns around once again and walks a tad bit faster than her regular pace which makes me feel like a huge stalker watching his prey before he attacks an innocent girl. I hated this feeling, but I couldn't help it, somehow she got me addicted.

After a short five minutes we were greeted by our school. People bustle around the parking lot, talking, gossiping and anything else a teenager would do. The bleach blondes and the many jocks greet me as I drive through the massive parking lot.

I park in my regular spot and I lose her. My little ghost has disappeared into the large crowd. I hop out of my car feeling anxious, I wanted to find her and quick, but I knew she would just blow me off and be as plain as could be. I didn't care, somehow she made me want to love her, care for her protect her. Not just a little fling for a day. This is more than that. Way more.

I walk into school and walk into the hall on where she is located.

There she is. As beautiful and as radiant as ever in my eyes.