The Case of the Case

What to say?

"I am completely un-extraordinary"
Her soft blue eyes squinted up as she frowned. Heavy worry lines setting in her forehead.
"Of course you're extraordinary, why don't you think you are?" She didn't even love me back.
"There are millions of people smarter than me. There are writers, photographers, singers, musicians, mathematicians. Compared to everyone else I'm nothing." Her eyes her filling with tears. Not of sadness. Of rage. She slams the pencil in her hand down and looks at me.
"..."
She nods, and leaves.
What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to say "oh of course you are special, even though everything you just said is true"? No. She hated being lied to. And I wasn't going to lie. I promised her, I would never lie to her.
Although that didn't really matter because I was friend zoned. She has liked me once, and I liked her secretly. But once she realised I like her back she rejected my affection. She suddenly stopped liking me. Just like that. Did I get uglier? Was I different? I didn't think so. Jade was different. She didn't want a real relationship. She enjoyed day dreaming about a nice guy but when it came to the real deal she couldn't handle it. Maybe she was afraid to be hurt. What ever her reason was, she pushed me away. And I wasn't the only one. A boy she dated in 6th grade who really liked her, she broke up with him right away. Her 7th grade boyfriend who she really really liked, broke up with him. He was so horrible to her yet she still really liked him. Loved him even. There was me. She stopped responding to my texts after awhile. She stopped acknowledging my existence. Until I moved near her again, we became friends, and that's all. She wouldn't allow me to hug her, to hold her hand, to smile at her for too long, to look at her when not in a conversation. She wouldn't allow anything more than a friendship, a small friendship that was never to bud to anything more than coworker conversations.
I tried to text her
To Jade: Hey
Read
Jade:
I never got a reply from her.
Days went by, as those days went by I grew curious then worried. She didn't show up for school. She was missing assignments, she would hate that.
Then out of the blue after two weeks of missing she showed up. Long sleeves, dark make up, straightened hair. A different look.
She sat down in the middle of English and didn't even look at me. The teacher gave her a sad kind of look. And handed her all of her work she needed to get done. She was excused from big assignments.
She turned her body away from me so she wasn't facing me, the only thing I could see of her was her brown hair with natural blonde highlights making it look lighter than it is. It draped flatly over her shoulders and I could see her hands. Her hands that were covered in sharpee and tried very much to be covered up in the sleeves of her shirt.
She wouldn't even look at me.
And then someone new walked into the room. She has sky blue hair and bright yellow lipstick. Her eyelashes were purple and she had grey eyes. She was dressed in pixie looking clothes and she sat right down next to Jade. Jade looked up. Jade hated talking to people in class. She hates talking to people in general.
Yet this pixie unicorn chick comes in and sits right next to her. And she acts normal and talks to her, smiling faintly. She feels my spying and glances at me, her smile hitching for a moment and disgust trailing her face. The chick wasn't fazed because she wouldn't notice this kind of thing like I would.