Natsume
After school yesterday, I went to Naomi's locker. When I reached her there, she looked like she was about to kill someone. I distanced myself from her because I valued my life. Yuki Naomi is capable of doing anything and that involves killing whoever pisses her off. I asked her if she ever heard of the nickname "Nerdy crybaby" and a boy who gave her chocolate and held her vulnerable hands.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when I asked her. Her chubby cheeks flushed crimson red. Bullets of sweat started to form on her forehead.
I asked her if she was ok. She flashed me her signature death glare and asked me how in the world did I know that. I told her I was the one who held her hands. She asked me what does this do with her. She was obviously nervous and pretty shaken. I asked her if she was jealous. She freaked and stuttered as she defensively says that she wasn't and why the hell would she be jealous. It's not like we were exclusive. The woman's got point.
I asked her once again but a different question this time.
"Are you Nerdy crybaby?"
No answer.
"Naomi,"
Still no answer.
"Are you or are you not Nerdy crybaby?"
"YES I AM! DAMN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She pushed me a little hard and run off.
My heart did an Irish tap dance. I feel like my heart is going to leap out of my rib cage any soon now. I wanted to run after her and leap her off her feet and scoop her into my arms like the ones in those soap operas my grandmother watches all the time (She sometimes predict what happens next because it's all pretty old to her now) and kiss that tender lips of hers. I wanted to touch her, hold her hand like I used to.
As time passed, I grew a crush on Nerdy crybaby. She was weird. But in a good and funny way. She's like an angel from heaven who was cast down to earth exclusively for me and me only.
What happened to the sweet crying angel I loved? The one I protected from all harms way? The one I think about from the moment I wake up and the last thing I think about when I sleep?
What just happened?
I have no idea.
Naomi is so different from her old self. She's so strong now you won't even know that she was a crybaby before. She became a devil. Maybe that Michaelis did something to make Naomi's brain go haywire.
I just don't know what to think of anymore. This is all so sudden, so I decided to cool myself down for a bit and clear my mind. I head straight home after the awkward revelation and slept the day throughout.
That night, I dreamed about her. The world was spinning. But in a reversed way. Pretty weird don't you think? The weirdest part is as the world stop spinning, well not technically stop spinning but stop in a certain time (you get my point) Naomi and I was young back in elementary where I was holding her hands. Gods, it felt great to touch her again, well at least in a dream. She'd kick me in the groin if I held her hand.
As she turned to me, her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Her clothes were stained with blood. Her face was scared and petrified. I wanted to ask her if she was alright but all the words seem to be stuck down the lump in my throat. I held her hand tighter. But as I held her tighter she started disappearing. Her cries were now blood. I myself was scared too. But hell, I don't know what's going on.
The only thing I know is that I HAD to protect her from whatever this is. I HAVE to save her. I must.
I woke up sweating badly. I was also breathless and clueless and other words with less. I was expecting to dream about kissing her from time to time and never get enough of her. Instead, I dreamed about something so cryptic and scary, I nearly piss my pants and wet my bed.
