Trickery and Ice

The Day I Broke Down

[DEMONS by IMAGINE DRAGONS]

"Yeah sure." I smiled at Pitch.

He took a seat and put his tray on top of our table before starting to eat whatever his lunch is. It's not that I hate Pitch. I actually like him. In a friendly way of course.

You see Pitch used to be my friend until he tried to backstab me for getting revenge at someone who-I guess-annoys him (because I'm going to tell you right now, he gets annoyed really fricking fast.) However, since a) he's my only friend and b) he changed, I accepted his apology. It's not that I'm desperate for friends. It's just that I know Pitch so much that he can never do that and if he can well he won't do that I again. At least, I wish he won't.

"So how is our lady president doing this day?" He wiggled his eyebrows earning him a smack at the shoulders exclusively from me. He pretended to be hurt and gasped. On the other hand, I found this quite funny and laughed. For the first time I laughed in ages. And it was because of someone I thought won't ever going back.

"Sometimes I hate being affected by your actions. " I said while I try to contain my laughter.

He plastered a smirk and winked at me as if he's trying to flirt with me. But of course, he's just joking. I know him too well. So despite being the proper and organized lady I am, I decided to play along with this one. Who knows, I might end up having another laugh at the end?

"Feel affected now?" He asked seductively. I silently chuckled and did that movie-risque thing that beautiful people like Natalie Portman do to seduce a guy [and no, I'm not going to do a lap dance at Pitch because a) I am reserving that for someone special and b) because I don't want my mom to be called for daughter-giving-lap-dance-to-fellow-student offense]. Although, I end up looking like I'm having a seizure which made us both burst out laughing and both making people suspicious to whatever the hell we are doing.

I actually found this new and exciting because no one in my life made me laugh like that. Heck, no one even talked to me. But of course, I don't care if nobody talks to me. I got Pitch now.

After a few good minutes of laughter and trying to be seductive as well as failing to be seductive, we both got out of our chairs and went to out classes. Surprisingly, we both have art class today and at the same period. If like life can't get any better.

As we go to class, we saw Hans Westerguard leaning on somebody's locker. I tried to hide but he already saw me. I thought for a second that he's going to jump at me and pin me to the ground but despite the rapist past he had, he didn't. It took me a mere second to realize that I stopped walking and so does Pitch. At first, he didn't know who or what was I looking at but then he saw Hans a.k.a Anna's almost rapist. I'm saying almost because they never really did it but he confessed that he has intentions though. And that's enough to make me crazy and completely psychotic.

Believe it or not, when I was a kid (maybe not a kid but definitely younger than what I am today), I used to have this weird fascination about ice that it gives me some kind of unusual and unexplained strength which makes me feel powerful and confident at the same time. It's actually a good thing despite the fact that my "power" and the fascination with ice almost ended Anna's life.

I was 14 when I almost killed her with a very sharp icicle but something snaps (which I am very glad) inside me that made me forbidden to do so. Instead of stabbing her, I just dropped the icicle and sobbed in a corner. Anna, being a 11-ish year old girl at that time, sobbed as well. I mean you can't sue her. Her sister almost killed her for what? Her obsession with ice? It's completely freaky and like what I said before, psychotic.

However, after a lot of guidance counseling and trust issues, I decided to be in contact of Anna again and as much as I don't want to at that moment; I had contact with ice. At first, I was confident that my brain can control my obsession with it but instead my expectation failed. The moment, I saw an icicle, I immediately freaked out and went screaming for no apparent reason at all. But for the love of God, it stopped and I became the quiet yet stubborn girl I was. That is until Hans here tried to put his finger inside my sister's pants and that made me angry. Scratch that, it made my psychopath side alive.