It Started With a Pencil

Chapter Five

This is the sickening twisted truth about life. I feel that the world is divided into two groups of people. Group number one's reality is: You want something, you get it. You don't want something, you don't get it. Easy. It's as simple as that. These people are known as the fortunate ones. This is the fortunate group.

Now let's go to group number two, shall we? It's a bit more complicated -and by a bit I mean a lot. Group number two's reality is the bitter reality. Their reality is: "You want something, you don't get it. You don't want something, you get it." Doesn't sound complex? Well it surely is. These people are known as the unfortunate ones. This is the unfortunate group. Their unfair reality is based off of one thing and one thing only.

Reverse Psychology.

I even detest the word itself. Reverse Psychology. I remember I embarrassed myself for fourteen years saying "Reverse sockology." I know, how stupid could I have possibly gotten? But hey! The study of socks is pretty cool when you think about it! Okay let's be honest, there's not much cool things involving with socks other than Socko from iCarly and his socks. I always wanted Socko's socks-

Wait where was I going with this?

Oh right reverse psychology. What a horrible thing it is. At first I wanted something, I didn't get it. Suddenly I realize I don't want it and now I get it. I'm positive at this point that the universe has developed some deep everlasting hatred for me.

"Brooke?" He repeated my name and this time more sternly and demanding for an answer. I remained frozen and looked at Hayley who was frozen as well with her mouth still open from talking about the list of chick flicks that Noah had. She looked over to me, then back at him, then to me again. She widen her eyes and sent me a look that said: "Great job bitch, you got yourself in some deep doo-doo shit."

I rolled my eyes at her and turned around revealing myself to him. I looked at him, taking in all of his features. Damn, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud. He hasn't changed. Then I did something I never thought I'd do, not ever again. I looked at him straight in the eye. At all, my thoughts added. His eyes were the exact same as they used to be when I looked at them before. What did you expect? His eyes to turn multicolored? I shook away the thought because I started actually thinking about him with multicolored eyes and they were more scary than pretty. I noticed that in his eyes I saw a reflection of myself in them, he was looking right at me too. I looked at my reflection and somehow, it made me feel calmer as if I were forgetting everything around me, I loosened the grip I was putting on my fists and my stiff body structure was becoming weaker. I didn't look strong and tough anymore, I was looking vulnerable. We just kept on staring, no communication whatsoever, not caring if others saw this and thought: Damn, they're really weird. Weird was the new cool in my opinion. I looked at the reflection of me in his eyes again and to the side I saw little Hayley, confused, scared and creeped out at the same time. I wanted to laugh, but I would be considered abnormal, more abnormal than everyone else thinks I am.

"Brooke." Christian said barely in a whisper. His eyes had a little spark in them, he was almost smiling.

Uh oh. That's my name. I didn't want to communicate. I didn't like communication. Or any interaction whatsoever. I opened my mouth to say something but I left it open for a few seconds with nothing to day, what could I say? Naturally I did the most common thing one would do in this situation.

I started laughing.

Not even like little giggles or chuckles. Nope. It was open, loud, uncontrollable laughter. I don't know why, but I just did it. It was like there was no better way to handle this situation. I tried stopping but whenever I reopened my mouth a loud, long laugh made its way back. I looked around and saw some people giving weird looks. I looked over to Christian seeing Jace was to his left standing awkwardly and unaware of what was going on. Then I looked over to Hayley who was also looking at me uncomfortably and she stared at me as if she were thinking how embarrassing I am.