Chapter 1: Too much of a Nobody


"Please."

The redheaded girl bowed towards me as her slim hands clapped in front of her.

I, who just took a bite of my grilled ham cheese sandwich, put my hand to her front, giving her a sign so she'd let me finish my lunch. After some minutes of chewing and swallowing, I said, "Sorry. What?"

She sighed at my ignorant attitude. "Please write me a love letter, Namine. I really need that," she begged, clamping her hands tighter that I was afraid it would become red.

I looked at her; surprised and confused expression ran over my pale face. "What for?"

My usually noisy, redheaded friend suddenly silenced and a pink streak came to her face. She bent her head down, looking at the wooden table separating us. "I want to confess about my feeling to 'him'," she muttered slowly, shyly.

My world felt like collapsed with just her one sentence. She wanted to confess to 'him', her over-a-year crush. Oh, no. No, no, no. Please tell me I heard wrong.

"… I thought confess with a letter would seem so romantic. But sadly, I can't write it nicely; I'm not good at it," she continued on. "So will you write the letter for me, Namine?"

I lost in my own depressed and frustrated mind; don't hear any of her endless, dreamily blabbering.

"Namine?" she called for me, snapping me back to reality.

"E-Eh. Sure. I could help you with that," I said slowly—and hesitantly, but I won't show it.

Her big beautiful blue eyes widened, sparkling with happiness, as a big wide smile formed on her coral red lips. "Really?"

No, I hope I could say that. "Y-Yes, Kairi. Of course."

"Thank you, Namine. You're my best friend," she squealed cheerfully as she hugged me tightly, suffocating me.

I tried to get my small body out of her sweetly—but deadly at the same time—big hug. "Yeah." I tried to faking my voice tone. "You're my best friend, too."

-X-X-X-X-

Kairi Evans was the most beautiful girl at school. She had a nice, slim, proportional figure. And with her dark-reddish brown hair and her big blue eyes, every guy would just turn their head towards her whenever she's around. She was just perfect to be called 'Princess of Destiny Crown Academy'.

And her crush was a boy named Roxas McCarthy. He was one of the popular guys at school. He's smart, handsome, and always treated everyone nicely. He was like a prince coming out of the fairytale; the boy every girl would ever dream about. His deep blue eyes could make all the girls sighed dreamily just by looking at it and his dazzling gentle smile could make them melted. He was a flawless, perfect guy every girl had a crush on, me included.

Kairi and Roxas was the most perfect couple everyone could think about because they both were popular. Kairi as the most beautiful girl, and Roxas as the most popular guy; they compatible for each other; they were perfect.

Yes, they were: Kairi Evans and Roxas McCarthy was a perfect match, not Namine White and Roxas McCarthy. Not me and him. We didn't suit each other. He was Mr. Perfect while I was just… Nobody.

I was a lowlife not even a boy would bother to take a glimpse at. My shoulder-length blond hair wasn't silky like Kairi's. I wasn't tall and slim like her. My skin wasn't delicate and light; instead it was pale, damn so white pale that it makes me look like a sick person. My eye colour was the only thing I had the same with Kairi; we both had blue eyes. But unlike her big blue eyes that were sparkling with so much happiness, my eyes always looked quite and serious.

I was neither pretty nor smart. I was too plain, too ordinary, too much of a Nobody.

-X-X-X-X-

I brushed my too-blond-for-my-own-good hair and looked at the monochrome mirror, examining my own reflection in it. I bent forward to see a clearer sight of my naturally pale face. Looking at it again, it was as if the colour had been bleached out of me and nothing's left behind except the white, ghostly paleness.

I sighed and took steps backwards. I walked over to my desk and sat on the blue rolling chair, leaning my body against its back.

My blue eyes gazed up at the plain white ceiling above me as my mind rewind the things happened today: Got a C on Mr. Cloud's super-hard math test, smacked right on the upside of my head by Ms. Tifa because I slept in her deadly boring literature class, and also… Kairi's words about confessing to her crush, Roxas McCarthy, who also happened to be my crush.

I had been growing a feeling towards him since we're in junior high school. It was happened on one ordinary day. I walked out of my art class—my favourite class—when I got tripped by someone's foot and fell over to the white-tiled floor. I looked up, or should I say glared up, at the boy who tripped me and it happened to be Seifer, the most annoying, bad-ass guy I've ever known. He was laughing along with his two friends—no, more like two followers—Fuu and Rai.

I got up from the cold floor and dusted myself, definitely (trying to) ignoring them. I bent down a bit and gathered all my stuff that was scattered around me. And when I was about to take my precious sketchbook, Seifer picked it up with his (in my opinion) filthy hands. He lifted it up over his head and I, being a shorty as I was, couldn't reach it even after I extra-stretched my hands and stood on my tiptoes, making Seifer laughed more.

I snapped at him, commanding him to give my sketchbook back, which obviously useless because I was sure he won't. As every shouting got louder and louder, Seifer started to consider me annoying. He shoved me with his hand, the one that wasn't holding my sketchbook, causing my head to hit the wall behind. But something was definitely strange. Wall wasn't supposed to be this soft and warm, was it?

I opened my eyelids slowly to reveal a boy above me, his hands were around me. He helped me. "Are you okay?" he asked with a concerned look on his handsome face. I nodded as a reply. Then he put me gently to the side and started walking towards Seifer, confronting him. I didn't pay much attention to that, but the next thing I know was Seifer laying on the floor unconscious, his nose bleeding, while his friends surround him with a panicked face.

I blinked a few times in disbelieving. Did Seifer just get beaten up?

The boy who helped me before walked back to me. He handed me my sketchbook, smiling. "Here," he said softly. I took it from his hands and pulled it close to my chest as if I would never let it go. "Thank you," was all I managed to say to express how I'm really grateful for his help. He only smiled and then walked away, giving me a small wave before he disappears from my sight.

The second time I met him was when we graduated from junior high, when Kairi told me that she had a crush on some certain boy. I, being a good friend of her, couldn't help but being happy for her. But when I knew who the lucky guy was, it all seemed obvious: We both liked the same person, whose name I knew then as Roxas McCarthy.

Author's note:

It was supposed to be a one shot story, but since it's kind of long (more than 21 pages in microsoft word), I think I'll sepparated it into some chapters. Sorry, haven't finished some parts yet.

Anyway, for anyone who read this, thanks for reading...