Look My Way

Chapter 1: One Of A Kind

God knows what Is hiding In those weak and sunken lives. Fiery throngs of muted angels, Giving love but getting nothing back

-People Help The People, Birdy

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Chapter 1

Josh P.O.V

I watched her run away from me and in the direction if the restroom. I couldn't help wondering why was she crying? Was it because of the fall but she had taken worse hits and falls in gym but she had always laughed and brushed them off. Did she get a bad grade in reading? She was one of the smartest people in school, but she wasn't the kind of person to mope about things like that. If Cassie had gotten a bad grade, she'd be studying for her next test, or pestering the teacher for any form of extra credit to better her grade. Was she on her lady days? That would explain why she ran to the restroom, or why she looked like she was about to cry. God, I knew how Maria could get when she was her days.

Maria...

The thought of her set my heart pounding. She was everything I wanted and needed. She was kind, sweet, beautiful, and not quite dumb. We had been dating a year and a half and I was positive she was the one. The only thing standing in between us was our education. We were both in our third year of high school. I couldn't exactly fall to my knees and propose to her. Her parents would kill me, even though I still hadn't met them. Maria's parents were the one thing she was secretive about but I didn't want to pressure her. A relationship needed space after all.

At the thought of Maria, I began walking toward her, feeling the need to be close to her. She was standing in the exact same place where we had been kissing just three minutes ago.

"Who was it?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. A small v formed where she was frowning. I kissed it and she smiled, the v disappeared.

"Cassandra."

"Who?"

"You know, Cassie. Plays the violin. Always reading Cassie?"

Maria thinks hard, processing the information I gave her. Her face lights up when recognition dawns in her.

"You mean No Face Cassie!" she yelled,smiling, proud to have figure it out, but I frowned.

No Face Cassie was what people called Cassandra behind her back because she was so quiet, but that didn't make it right. People shouldn't make fun of her behind her back only to ask her for help on homework five minutes later. Cassie was just shy.

"Why?"she asked, worried she had something wrong, and it made it so hard to stay mad at her.

"Its just that its mean for people to call her that," I answered.

"I'm sorry. I just never thought of it that way. I won't call her that again. Pinky promise," she said, holding out her pinkie. I smiled and gave her my pinky to intertwine. This was why I loved her. Maria didn't mind saying that she was wrong. An argument between us didn't even last longer than an hour.

"Make up kiss?" I asked, hoping. She let out a girly giggle and nodded. My heart flutter inside of me and I leaned. Just before our lips touched an image of Cassie's tears came to mind, but then Maria's lips were on mine and I was into the kiss...

Cassie's P.O.V

I needed an organ transplant because my heart was broken. The image in the hallway still hurt me so much, and I felt my eyes burn, but I knew I wouldn't cry. My eyes needed a refill because they had ran out of tears.

I had cried in the restroom stall for the one hour and thirty minutes I had Reading. Then when the bell rang for last period I had gone to my class, looking like Miss Piggy on a bad day because the little make up I had on had smeared. The nurse's slip Mr. Drammond had given me had been torn and flushed down the toilet.