Stupid Rich Girl

$ 26 - The Graveyard

~ The nursery rhyme never said Humpty Dumpty was an egg ~

Rosen

It's been a couple weeks since that night at Lénas. She never mentioned my confession again which I can honestly say I'm grateful for.

We still hang out every so often. Every Saturday night we've made it a tradition to sit on top of the old building like the first time on the bad side of town. We could talk for hours on end about nothing or we could sit there in complete silence. Either way it was the highlight of my week.

During the week we don't see each other that much though, excluding school. I've been busy training as much as I can but Léna seems a little distracted. She has been asking me questions about the students in the school, claiming that she couldn't get to know them but wants to know due to her curiosity. She has even asked me about Marley Smith.

Marley's an introvert. I can't say much but Marley isn't acknowledged by anyone. I'm acknowledged with hatred. So to hear someone like Léna Key question Marley brought confusion to my mind. But this is Léna we're talking about. Nothing ever seems to make sense when it comes to her.

The more time I spend with Léna, the more I can't deny the fact that she's growing on me. Don't get me wrong however, she is still very abnoxious and offensive, but that is something your obliged to get used to. She still has the good side to her. Like the fact that she'll give your her last penny. Not that she ever could have a last penny since she practically grows money.

Being around her brings a sense of serenity to me however. In the beginning I refused to admit it and convinced myself she was no good for me, distracted me. But as things continued to get worse at the house, she has always the first person I wanted to go to cause she brought my mind away from it and got me to focus on how somebody could have already frozen and unfrozen time and there's no way we could ever know.

That had me tripping for a week.

"Ciao signore Rosen, come va?"

I snapped out from my thoughts and focused my gaze on the crack head in front of me with her thick Italian accent coming through for once. Me and Léna were currently in a thrift store cause Léna claimed she loved that small one that was in the bad side of town, so we decided to check out a safer one in the mall.

Wrong decision considering she was currently standing in front of me with an electric blue short wig and old retro glasses. I raised my eyebrow as she smirked at me cheekily.

"Hiya ma'am, what a fine hair style you have there" I complemented playfully as I twirled a strand of the blue hair around my finger.

"Ahhh sí, you see signore, this is my stripper wig. Very lucky young man you are to deserve a peek of I with clothes on and this wig" She flirted, tilting the glasses down to the bridge of her nose and winking at me.

"And what is your stripper name, just to add it to my books?" I asked suggestively.

"Deeeeez Cupz"

The fear bubbled inside me as my mouth twitched but I suppressed it. When I finally gained control, I looked at her to see she seemed concerned.

"Sunshine, it's me, Léna, I'm not a stripper" She said slowly as she ripped of the wig and glasses, placing a hand on her forehead and sighing. "Damn that was too real" She whispered distastefully.