Psychopath

Chapter three

The bell to Mr. Smiths class rang, dismissing the class. James grabbed his books, including "Those Without Empathy, the Inner Workings of the Mind of a Psychopath" and walked toward the exit. On his way out he carefully folded the bookmark and threw it in a nearby trash can. He left the room and went to his locker to pack his things to go home. Of course it wasn't that simple. Marisa was waiting for him. Her face was flushed, and her teeth appeared to be clenched. "Um, hey. Are you ok?"

"Do I look ok? Where were you yesterday?"

"At home, where else would I be?"

"Oh I don't know maybe at Mc.Donald's!"

"Why the hell would I be at Mc.Donald's I hate that pla- Oh shit, I completely forgot."

"I texted you! What's the point of you having a phone if you don't use it?"

James had been too distracted with Brian yesterday to be bothered with texting anyone. Was it really that big if a deal? It was one day, and he had bigger things to contend with.

"Look I'm sorry. My phone was dead and I forgot about it."

"Fine whatever. Charge it today."

James grabbed his bag and speed walked out the front door, leaving Marisa without another word.

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Marisa watched James quickly walk out the door to catch the buses, his movements still smooth and confident as always despite his pace. James was her best friend, but sometimes he could be so blind. She had been really looking forward to yesterday. She had spent over half an hour choosing something to wear alone, and put on makeup, which she rarely did, just to get stood up by him. Sitting alone in a booth for almost an hour, checking her phone every few minutes to see if he had texted her back. She really liked him, and she made it pretty obvious. She wasn't a shy girl, and the only reason she didn't come straight out and tell him was because last time he had rejected her. James was attractive, smart and nice, so a lot of girls had crushes on him, but strangely enough he rejected everyone of them. He was usually really nice about it, but he still did upset a lot of the girls. His cold, casual indifference to their adoration made him loved by nearly ever girl who knew him, including her.

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James woke up in an exceptionally good mood. He had convinced his parents that he was participating in an after school study group. Although his grades were nearly perfect, his parents allowed this. Today he would finally speak to Brian. They hadn't exchanged so much as a note since the plan to meet up and James was dying to talk to someone he considered his equal. He looked though his closet and picked out a pair of black jeans and a simple gray t-shirt and carried them to his bathroom. He walked into the bathroom, carefully placed the clothes on the floor and took off his shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. Even he knew he was attractive. His hair was long and raven black. He wasn't exceptionally well built, although he wasn't scrawny. He took karate and judo, as well as being the star of his baseball team, so he was absolutely devoid of body fat. He loved himself. He was fast and strong physically and his mind worked on a level that most people would associate with a much older man then James. The only flaw he could see was that he was exceptionally pale. He finished admiring himself, stripped down, and took a boiling hot shower. Once he finished, he got changed and walked downstairs. He walked though his living room toward his kitchen. He grabbed an apple, and quickly ate it. He looked at a nearby clock. 6:20. He sighed, and grabbed his book bag that he had left in front of the door last night. He briskly walked up the street toward his bus stop. He slowed down as he approached. He wanted to arrive right before the bus came so he wouldn't have to deal with the morons at his bus stop that always tried to talk to him. He saw the bus pull into the bus stop and jogged to catch up with it. He got on and sat down at the back of the bus, intentionally avoiding everyone who might want to talk to him. The bus ride was boring and uneventful, with people who James couldn't care less about talking about topics that couldn't be less interesting, or whining about how hard their lives were because they weren't given every ounce of love and attention from their parents. Love. That word stick with James as it came to his mind. He never really, truly understood it. Most people, including his family, were simply a bother, and he couldn't say he truly loved then. He used to want to be loved, not because he was desperate for it, but in the same way a scientist wants an exotic plant. To study, and finally understand the single most influential emotion felt in humans.