Outcasted(One Shot)

Outcasted(One Shot) NEW Version

Even though her appearance resembles an angel, it's all a facade. I swear, if you study her anatomy, you'll see her heart's been replaced by cold--VERY cold--icicles. Then look upwards. What do you see? Well, you should see a ginormous brain. Why? She's a freaking evil GENIUS, I tell you. How else does she maintain a 4.5 GPA while plotting the demises of her enemies?

After this whole evil genius description, you're probably wondering who exactly I'm talking about. The answer: Cal Hope, the official school ruler of Denver High since 2010. Rumor has it, even as a baby, she was manipulative...and moody of course. One minute she seems calm and composed, and the next, she's frustrated and despises EVERYONE. Bipolar much, you're probably asking yourself. I agree.

All her life has consisted of is ruining other people's lives. Just the other day, Cal Hope decided to diss her best friend because she wore the same color high heels. After that, her best friend went down in popular status--whatever that is.

I can tell you EVERYTHING about this school because, just like all the other nerds and lower-status seniors, I was bred--not kidding you--to become a gossiper. I can hear all the latest "news" because my friends and locker mates are gossipers too.  And it just so happens, the latest rumor is that Cal Hope has ditched school for a modeling career. Everybody seems to believe it because one, Cal Hope is supermodel worthy, and two, she hasn't been to school for five days in a row.

How is five days in a row really significant, you're probably wondering. It just so happens its election week, which means the student council president will be elected, and Cal Hope has just about won every election as student council president since she moved to this school in sophomore year.

...That's why I didn't expect to see her at my house that fine, summery Friday afternoon.

                                          (Cal Hope...is at My Door? NEW Revised Version) 

 I was lounging on my bed with my shiny laptop--I LOVE shiny things--surfing the web...when it all started.

The doorbell was incessantly being rung by someone. Before I could process what was happening, I heard my mom's voice downstairs calling me to open the door. I complied and hurriedly rushed down our narrow staircase. That's what I love about our house. It always feels so grand:the staircase, marble pillars in front--EVERYTHING.

My fingertips glided along the wooden staircase before arriving at their destination:on top of the polished oak doorknob. I twisted the doorknob, only to find...Cal Hope on my porch. I was confused, and I guess...she was too? Seriously? What does she have to be confused about? She's the one whose on MY porch without even having informed me.

"Cal?"

Her expression turned from puzzlement to anger.

"That idiot! My brother told me this was the house,"she mumbled, absentminded of the fact that I was still holding the door wide open. And before I could close it, she barged in and plopped herself down on the couch, as if she lived here, and not me--ME.

"Ummm..."I trailed off, unsure of what to say in reply.

"Can I stay here for a while before I go to my own house?"Cal asked me, walking up the stairs in all her super-model clad glory. And before she even heard my reply! Wow. Talk about rude...

"Sure,"I mumbled, already knowing she couldn't hear me, before walking up the stairs behind her.

I opened my bedroom door to let her in. After she sat down on my bed, I did the same.

"Are you okay?"I questioned, as though we had been friends for a lifetime and not just strangers, who had met until now.

"Of course not. What do you think?"she snapped before tears poured out of her beautiful green orbs. Her long lashes were wet in just a few seconds from her heavy crying. I always thought she wailed when she cried, like most popular girls at our school. Apparently not...

"Do you want to talk about it?"I asked in a gentle, what I hoped to be soothing, voice.

"Seriously!?!"she shrieked out of annoyance,"Why would I do that with a nobody like you?"

Even though I knew that was coming, I couldn't help but feel a pang of offensive hurt coursing through me.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that,"I said, trying my best to mask the pain,"Here, I'll get some tissues."

I was about to scurry off when I heard Cal's voice.

"Sorry,"she said with regret,"I didn't mean to snap at you."

I was startled. When did Cal ever apologize to nobodies like me?

"It's alright,"I said before continuing my search for tissues.

"Jackpot,"I muttered to myself quietly once I found the so desired tissues. 

I left to go back into my room to give Cal the tissues. She was still shedding tears, but this time, I could see she was holding up a picture frame. There was a hint of a smile on her face, but that was impossible, right? No, now that I think about it, she is claimed to be bipolar according to the rumors.

I handed her the tissues.

"Thank you,"she sniffed, grabbing the tissues tentatively.

"Your welcome,"I replied with the same gentle voice.

A long silence filled the room until Cal Hope's voice ran through.

"You have a nice family,"she uttered, looking fondly at the picture, then showing it to me.

My pulse stopped. That was a photo of my mother, my dad, and I, before my parents split.

"Yeah. I used to have a nice family like that,"I stated,"Until my parents split..." My voice trailed off at the end of the sentence.

It was as if something magical happened in Cal's heart. Because for once, she acted comforting...And then, she spilled the truth behind her sadness.

"M--my dad and mom,"she started, stumbling over her words as tears rushed out of her sad eyes,"They started to fight for the fifth time this week. It was nothing unusual, but then my mom started to threaten to get a d--divorce from my dad."

"I didn't know,"I said slowly, unsure of what to do for a minute,"I'm sorry."

"Of course you didn't,"stated Cal blankly before she burst into tears. She lied her head on my shoulder, and I let her, as she wet my shirt with her tear stained cheek.

"I know what it feels like. The end of the world, really..."I trailed off, and it was the truth. After my mom and dad divorced, my mom struggled to find her way out of the nothingness that her life became. It wasn't until she married my step dad, Evan, that everything that had fallen apart started to piece itself back together.

I was so surprised when, out of nowhere, Cal grabbed me in a tight embrace. I started to cry into her shoulder this time.

To this day, I, Ozzy Cran, still have no idea why Cal Hope was on my porch. All I knew was that Cal Hope needed a shoulder to cry on--literally.