The Friend I Thought I Had

"Jordon!" I turned to see my short redhead friend running towards me. She finally caught up to me and smiled. "Hey Jordon, the people from Gakuen Hetalia are going to come out from class soon. Wanna come?"

"Why?" I asked in monotone.

"Because." My friend extended out the 'e' in because. "The guys are sooooo hot!"

"Is that your only reason?" I asked. She nodded. I turned around to head to the library. "No. I have a test to study for so . . ."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I fell back first on the hard concrete. She growled as she looks down at me but suddenly squeaked when my bag fell on her head. I started to laugh.

"It's so not funny." I got up from the floor and rubbed my head, still laughing. I moved my black hair away from my two colored eyes. My right eye being blue and my left being the color brown. She glared at me with her green eyes. I was still laughing. "Stop laughing you tomboy. I, Flare Melrose, do not approve of your rude gesture."

"Who says you have to approve of anything?" I stood up and towered over Flare's short 5' 2" with my 5' 6". I grabbed my bag off of the floor and thanking God in my head that nothing fell out. Then I placed a hand on my friend's shoulder. "Anyways, you have some guys to gawk over while I have to study for my history midterm."

"You're not going to come with me?" I turned around and waved my hand in the air. "You're so mean. So you don't care if your friend gets hurt?" I froze. "I heard that there is a pervert lurking around lately. And I'll probably be there for a long time with nobody to look out for me. Who knows, maybe I'll be picked up. So if I get . . ."

I clamped her mouth shut with my hand.

"Five minutes." I glared at her. She gasped. "We are only staying there for five minutes, you understand me?"

She nodded her head. I sighed and let go of her mouth. She took on big gulp of air. But she bounced back and grabbed my hand and started running. I sighed as I almost tripped over the sidewalk.

(A couple of minutes later . . .)

We finally reached the infamous place called Gauken Hetalia. Inside the school itself, the students are 'representations' of the countries they are called by. Like America and Korea and so on. And apparently these 'countries' that make up the Axis Powers or the Allies are the reason why the girls go gaga over them.

To tell you the truth this place is actually called World Academy W but the place is infamous for a single character named Feliciano Vargas. According to rumors and other things I've heard about him, he is one of the most useless person within the whole school (given the terms does not involve females).

There is this one word in japanese that means useless and he is representing the country of Italy. So the people combined that, and that's where the word Hetilia come form. Gakuen is the Japanese word for Academy . . . I think.

"Ahhhh!" I looked at Flare who was cheering among the other girls. My eyes adverted away from the group of guys that walked down the stairs. "I love you America!"

Shocker. I turned around and spotted a bench. I walked over and sat down. Then I took out my ipod and started blasting my music.

All of the sudden, a hand waved in front of my face. I looked up to see Flare still all red cheeked. I started to laugh. But then I turned down my music and removed my headphones.

"Are you done gawking at the guys yet?" I asked in monotone. She nodded her head and smiled. I stood up and wrapped my headphones around my ipod. "Come on, let's go. I really need to study for my midterms."

"Can you go home by yourself?" I raised an eyebrow at my friend. She took a glance behind her. My eyes followed her gaze to the tall blond haired person with glasses and deep blue eyes. He was sitting down at the bench across from mine and he was looking impatient. I caught on and looked at Flare.

"Whatevers." I said out loud, making sure the guy heard me. "You go on and have fun. I'll take some notes for you so you don't fall behind."

Flare hugged me tightly before going to the guy who apparently represents America. I started to walk away.

"Hey!" I looked at the direction of my friend. And America was waving his hand at me. "You wanna come to the party?" Huh, what? Really? I began to smile but then I looked at Flare who was looking shocked. My smile disappeared and I shook my head. "Awww, come on! The more the merrier!"

"She said that she needs to study." Flare tugged on the guy's arm. Flare looked at me and glared. I shrugged it off. "Right Jordon? You're going to go study and not come to the party right?" She laughed in a very snobby way. "Of course you are. Your test are more important then your social life. You'll end up alone living with so many cats at the end of your lifetime you know."

"Dude that is so not cool." She looked America. I looked at America too and he was frowning. She widened her eyes. "She's your friend."

"No she's not." I felt a tiny little pang in my heart. What? I gazed at Flare in total confusion. Of course I'm her friend. "She's my study partner. That's all. She helps me study for the midterm I'm supposed to take but she insisted on coming here. And I got caught up in the moment."

"Dude, that is not . . ."

"No, it's fine." I glared at my friend. "I'm sorry but you'll have to find notes from somebody else instead of your 'study partner' from now on."

I felt a big angry hurricane was swelling up in my stomach. I sighed as I walked, no . . . stomped, away from the two love birds. As soon as I reached out of their view I ran to the library, hoping my anger doesn't ruin my important study time.

(Add Montage of Jordon studying like there's no tomorrow at the Library)

"The library will be closing in one minute."

My head snapped up at the announcement. I took out my phone and read the time.

"Damn, it's almost nine." I gathered my stuff and stuff it into my backpack. I ran to the door before the librarian closed the door. She smiled at me as I waved good bye to her.

"Have a good night, Ms. Torin."

"You too." I shouted back.

It really didn't take long for my anger to swell up again.

What the hell did I do to deserve that tone of voice from Flare? And what the hell did she mean that I wasn't her friend? I've been her friend for the past three years and nothing like this has ever happened. I'm not interested in those guys, especially not the guy that she's falling for. Was I the one to ask her waiting friend to leave? Was I the one who practically forced her friend to come to place she didn't want to? Was I the who got hot and bothered by a smiple invitation? What did I do wrong to make her so upset?

WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?

The hurricane of anger was starting to grow inside my stomach. I kicked a rock away from me. It landed in a puddle of recent rain. I picked up a bigger rock and threw it in a bigger puddle on the other side of the street. Good thing that I'm the only one here. I facepalmed myself and then I ran my hand through my boy shirt hair.

"This is not good." I muttered to myself. "If I don't get my act together then . . ."

"Hey, there you are!" Oh no! I turned around to see America coming towards me. I could feel the color fading from my face. When he finally reached up to me he was breathing heavy; so much so that he had to use his knees for support. He finally relaxed and looked up at me. "Your friend Flare asked me to find you. She wants to say sorry for what she said."

"And she couldn't do it herself?' I questioned. He stood up and nodded his head.

"Something about her parents being pissed off if she stays out at night." I smirked and then I started laughing. He tilted his head to the side. "What's so funny?"

"I know for a fact that her parents wouldn't give shit if Flare stayed out until the next morning." I smirked again. "What a coward. She can't even face me to say 'I'm sorry' to me. It's just two words. Instead she had to send someone bigger then her to do her dirty work." I gazed up at America. "I feel sorry for you to have somebody like that have a crush on you."

"I'm used to girls trying to get me." He did a superman pose. "After all I'm the hero!"

"Whatever." I turned around and started to walk towards the park.

But then I noticed that something was off.

I could hear footsteps following me. I stopped and the footsteps stopped. I turned around expecting America to follow me but America was at least one block behind me. I took a couple steps forward and sure enough I heard footsteps again. The angry hurricane turned into an anxious storm.

"Hey America!" I shouted. He looked up. I waved my hand for him to come towards me. He tilted his head to the side but came to me anyways. I lowered my voice. "Have you ever had the feeling like you're being followed?"

America perked up and turned his head around. He looked down at me. I raised one finger and then I turned around. I took a couple of steps forward and I could hear another pair of footsteps somewhere near me. I turned around at America who nodded and walked closer to me.

"Maybe it's a good idea if the hero walks you home." I nodded my head as I walked into the direction of my house. After a couple moments of silence, America tries to bring up a conversation. "So, how old are you Jordon?"

"I'm 18." I said bluntly, still listening to the footsteps that are still following me and America.

"You don't look like 18." America awed. Then he tilted his head. "Uhhh, why do you have two different colored eyes?"

"I was born like this." I touched my right eye. "It's called heterochromia, a mosaicism of the genes that control your eye color due to an injury or disease."

"Wha?" I looked up at America and sighed.

"Never mind." I said bluntly. He nodded his head. I sighed.

All of the sudden I heard the footsteps again but it was louder. America heard it too because he suddenly put his arm around my shoulders. I was feeling agitated. I waved my hand for America to come closer. I lowered my voice, again. "The footsteps are becoming louder. I'm getting a bad feeling about all of this."

"Yeah, me too." He whispered. But then he perked up. "Don't you worry, the hero will protect you."

"I don't know." I looked away. But then I looked up at America again. "You sure you don't want to go home right now? It's getting kind of risky right now."

"The hero says that he will protect you." He said as he tries in imitating the hero tone. "And protect I shall."

And then my eyes spotted something shiny. It was moment later that I realize that it's a gun. I pushed America to the side as I heard a gunshot being fired. We crashed onto the sidewalk. I got up and spotted another shine of the barrel. I ducked again as I heard another shot. My eyes went to the wall behind me. Two holes were there.

"Hey villain!" America got up and jumped the park fence. I heard distant footsteps running away from me.

I got up and looked around. It suddenly became super quiet. And I hardly noticed the large amounts of crows that was surrounding me. After looking around for a couple minutes, I decided to walk home again. America was nowhere to be seen so I suspect he forgot about me and go back to that party of his. I sighed in slight disappointment. There goes his word on 'protecting' me.

I was a block from home and I was feeling safe again. I was going to forget that the stalking thing didn't happen. And in turn I didn't really encounter America from the infamous Gakuen Hetalia and he didn't try to protect me. Yep, all that never happened!

But I'm not going to forget about Flare. . .

I'm just a study partner to her? I thought for once, I got an honest to true friend that will stick but me. But I guess I was wrong. No, I was one hundred percent dead wrong. And Flare not coming to me to apologize made it worse. A true friend would have apologized right away and say that it was a mistake or accident. But I would feel so much better if she didn't say that at all.

I slowed my pace until I came to a complete halt. Was Flare ever my friend or did she just come to me for homework and study sessions? Now that I think about it, that was pretty much the only time I've ever seen her. Or when either of her friends go to her to gawk at the Gakuen Hetalia boys.

I groaned upon sudden realization. Flare was never my friend. She was just using me . . .

And I let her.

"Jordon!" I turned around to see two figures running towards me. America was chasing the one that was closest to me. "JORDON, RUN FOR IT!"

I didn't have the chance to.

One sound clogged my ears as a trickle of pain and blood fell from my shoulder. But my eyes were just bounded in the sight of the familiar red hair.

Then I felt a sharp pain on my back as I was thrown to the ground. The gun was propped up next to my face as the person ran away from the upcoming footsteps. America lifted up my head.

"Hey Jordon!" My eyes began to haze. "Jordon, I'll get help, don't worry!"

I closed my eyes. And in my fading conscious I could hear more footsteps coming towards my way.

Author's Note:

I've had this amazing story idea and I want to share it all with you. Okay, that sounded really stupid. But that's pretty much the bottom line. This story just popped into my head last night and I just started writing. And then this came. I can manage two stories but Why Me? will still be my main story.

Sugar and Darkness still have some problems so I'm going to go with this story for a bit until Sugar and Darkness post her chapters in I've got a Wrench, and I'm not afraid to use it.

Please reviews (because they are the motivation to keep my stories going) and Thankies! XD