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My surroundings blur around me as I take in the scene. I was supposed to meet Yumi here for a date. She, however, is gladly sucking on another guy's tongue. I find I am no longer frozen with shock, for the bouquet of roses I had bought for her have found their way to their still attached faces. They look up at me. I realize that the other guy is William. He smirks, while Yumi stands up, her face full of shock, worry, and I even detect a sliver of anger. I turn around before she has a chance to tell me that this is just a "misunderstanding" or something else along those lines. I run back to Kadic, all the while recalling the events that occurred earlier today: There was a fight in the boys' locker room that got me kicked off the soccer team. Report cards were handed out; I found mine covered in "D"s and "C"s. I fell asleep in class, giving me a 20 inch essay to write, and an excruciatingly long lecture. I got a message from my parents about how disappointed they are in me and that, if I don't pull my act together, there would be some "serious consequences". By that point I was more than a little agitated, and to make matters even worse, Sissi was being even more irritating than normal; I blew up at her right when Principal Delmas walked by...that did not end well.

But there can always be worse days. This was simply just another bad day. Definitely not the worst of my life.

I open the door to the dorm Odd and I share. Overly loud music pours out instantly, telling me one thing: Odd is dancing again. Well, this cannot be good.

I make my way across the dorm, attempting to proofread the 20 inch science essay that's due tomorrow. I sit down at my desk, only to find a sticky substance – probably coke – strewn all over my essay. This, I decide, is the final straw.

I stand up abruptly, my chair crashing to the yellow-carpeted floor. I turn around with too much force, march over to Odd, and grab him by his t-shirt collar.

That's when it happens.

I look into Odd's eyes:

They are a vibrant aqua, with an impossible swirl of violet.

They are crystal clear; like water.

They have a certain glint; a glint of courage, wonder, and immaturity.

For a moment, we just stand there. My only hope is that he doesn't hear, or even feel, how fast my heart is beating. I realize that he is a little bit taller than me, albeit just by an inch. This weird sensation comes over me.

It's almost as if...I want to kiss him? No, that cannot possibly be it. No. Freaking. Way.

Then why do I feel this rush of excitement when he leans slightly inward? Maybe I'm just hallucinating, but his pupils seem to be growing larger; it's not very dark in here, in fact he is even facing the window. He looks almost as if he is waiting for something. He looks...disappointed?

He blinks suddenly, almost as if he's snapping out of some kind of a spell. Rage washes over his features as he yells, "Thanks for that! Thank you for breaking my iPod, only to grab me by my favorite shirt, and stare stare like some creep!"

I act out on my rage. Waving the ruined essay in front of his perfect – did I just say perfect? – face, I reply, "What do you call this? If you weren't so damn immature, my 20 inch – 20 inch! – essay would still be perfectly in tact! You're always doing this! Just when I make some kind of progress in this shit of a life, you decide to ruin it!"

I watch as his expression bounces from rage to shock; shock to rage; rage to shock. Rage wins. He slaps my cheek, grabs his cellphone, and charges out the door.

I fall back onto my bed. Correction: This is officially the worst day of my life.

~{Odd's POV}~

"Break! Break! Break-dance! Break! Break! Break-dance! Break! Brea-"

"Slam!" My singing and dancing is interrupted by the falling desk chair.

I look up, only to find an angry Ulrich charging towards me. My iPod finds its way to the floor as Ulrich grabs the collar of my shirt. For a moment he just stands there, breathing heavily, looking at me.

It hits me like a ton of bricks.

His Grasp Of My Shirt is not, in fact, very strong, and I could break away from it at any wanted moment...but, for some strange reason, I do not want to.

His Closeness In Diameter is not uncomfortable; I feel this amazing tingle on every inch of the exposed skin that he's touching.

His Gaze Into My Eyes feels like he is looking into my soul.

I don't understand this...this strange impulse to dive in and kiss my best friend. I even start to lean towards him, but then I think to myself What if the feeling isn't mutual? I really don't want to embarrass myself, let alone lose my best friend like this. He looks like he wants me to lean in closer, though. Maybe I should just...wait and see?

I don't know how much time has passed since I thought to wait, but I know that it has been enough. I feel...disappointed? No, that couldn't be it. Yet, I was really hoping that, somehow, in some parallel universe, this strange feeling would be mutual. It makes me angry that I could think such a ludicrous thought. Could he just have been toying with my emotions? I could never do that to him; I...I care about him too much. But this is all too much, dammit! I'm angry at him for being so careless! I'm angry at myself for having such strange feelings for him! And, to top it all off, he broke my iPod for this shit!

"Thanks for that!" I exclaim, breaking away from his grasp, no longer feeling the pleasant warmth of his body being pressed up against mine.

Please don't think I hate you.

"Thank you for breaking my iPod,"

I can have it replaced.

"only to grab me by my favorite shirt,"

I can just iron it.

"and stare like some creep!"

I do not think you are a creep.

It breaks my heart to see how angry he becomes, "What do you call this? If you weren't so damn immature, my 20 inch – 20 inch! – essay would still be perfectly in tact! You're always doing this! Just when I make some kind of progress in this shit of a life, you decide to ruin it!"

I feel like crawling under a rock and dying. I cannot believe I did that to his paper...why? Why do I always have to be so damn careless? Why have I suddenly fallen in love with my best friend? Why does he probably hate my guts right now? Why can't life be fair!

It hurts...it just hurts so badly.

The disappointment and anger in myself returns, and before I can even register what's going on, I slap him, grab my cellphone, and storm out of the dorm. I find a secluded area in the hallway. I lean up against the wall, and slowly, slide down. I don't think about anything for a long amount of time, but I can still feel the warm liquid running down the sides of my cheeks...

TBC...

So that's the first chapter! This is my first fanfic, so please, don't be too harsh! I already have tons of ideas for the rest of the story, but that shouldn't stop you from sending me ideas!

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