Mean

Part 1: The Beginning

I wouldn't be telling you the story of how I found true love and lived happily ever after.

I would be telling you the story of me and him. The him I mentioned before.

His name is Sean Rigby.

He loves me. I never doubted that. Never. I always believed that will never change. He said so. That he will love me forever. That he will love me no matter what.

And maybe that's why, I took that love for granted.

What was missing he filled it.

What I really wanted, he gave it to me.

And it was cruel of him to take it away. And coming from me, the girl everybody thought of as mean, that's saying something.

He used to give me a lot of things, it started when we were kids. He gave me toys he received for christmas, he gave me the cookies his grandma baked, he gave me that bracelet I saw on the store window, and he even gave me that foul ball he treasured. As long as I wanted it, he would give it to me.

Everytime I look at something, he would ask 'Do you want it?' and when I say 'yes' he made sure I have it. 

He can always tell what I want, even better than my own parents who gave me dolls for presents. Didn't they know that little girls nowadays hate dolls because of all those horror movies about them? Sheesh, at least now they just give me money and I can choose what I want.

Anyway, what I meant to say is that he knew me better than anyone else.

I can still remember vividly the first time I received something from him. Actually, it's more like I took it from him rather than him giving it to me.

We were on his birthday party celebrating the year he turns 7. I was 6 that time, we're only a few months apart. I was wearing a pink princess dress and everybody keeps telling me that I look pretty. Like I didn't know that already.

It was time to open the presents and he was opening a small box. I remember thinking it was unimpressive since it's so small but when he opened it, it revealed a shiny golden dice (Its made out of real gold) that when pressed at the right spot would reveal an opening. It was so pretty and I wanted it.

So when he went to the garden carrying his golden dice, I followed him. I waited 'till we were alone then I took it from him. I literally just grabbed it from his hands.

He looked so shocked but I didn't care, as long as I have the dice in my hands. I was so delighted with the dice that I was ready to walk away. But then he started crying. Seriously?

I didn't know what to do. I would get into trouble if they found out I took the dice and made him cry. I considered running away with the dice but that wouldn't solve anything. I willed my brain to think of something before the adults heard him.

What would you do to make little boys stop crying? I remember my mom once told me that a smile can make any boys do what you want and if that won't work just kiss them to shut them up. When I think about it, that's one of the worst words of wisdom a parent can give.

He's too preoccupied with crying that he can't see me smile so I went with plan B.

I kissed him on the cheek. Maybe it was the kiss or the shock of kissing him but he stopped crying immediately. Then he just stared at me. With a shock and confused face. For a long time.

At least he stopped crying.

Then I smiled at him. I gave him my cutest, most angelic smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you cry," yeah right. I'll say anything at this point so that I won't get in trouble. I'll just have to figure something out later on how to get the dice.