Disclaimer: The characters and the setting and all that jazz is owned by Dan Schneider and/or Nickelodeon. I own nothing.

December 6

Fucking imbeciles can't even walk straight! Now my cut reopened! Gah! Someone coming close to me, way close to me cut my mental rant short.

"I'm sorry but are you okay?" the intruder asked.

"No I am not! I am bleeding you idiot!" I took a deep breath and looked up to see him still staring at my leg looking worried. "On top of that I have some random pedophile asking me stupid questions! Get away imbecile!"

I stormed away from the boy but weirdly enough the boy just kept advancing. I felt like punching air, in fact I think I will.

"Crap!" the boy said as my fist landed on his jaw.

"Now now, do you kiss your mother with that tongue?" I couldn't help but laugh as he looked up with weird eyes like sadness but something else was there eyes.

"My mom is dead." The boy said and I could feel the smirk leave my face and I actually look at him now.

He was probably no older than me, definitely taller but not that tall. With dark Indian features and the biggest most open brown eyes I have ever seen. Jadelyn West how are eyes open? Well because you actually know what's going on… like you can tell what he is thinking, an open book. Jade that is beyond stupid! Once again a certain Indian boy interrupted my one-person fight with myself.

"You okay?" he asked searching my not-so open eyes.

"Yeah." I replied, even I was shocked I answered non-sarcastically. Mom would be proud.

He turned to walk away and it hit me, I'll never see this boy again. I locked eyes with the back of his head and thought over our conversation it wasn't until he was a few feet away my mouth opened, on it own accord I might add.

"I am sorry your mom is dead." I say loud enough I'm sure he could hear me.

Surely enough he heard. He turns back around and lock eyes with me for a split second, those beautiful brown eyes. He smiles a bit and then turns and leaves.

And then it hit me; I'll never see this boy again.

Three Years Later, December 6

"Look princess unless you want my foot up your ass-" my frantic mother coming to glare at me and fuss over Madeline's hair cut me off from my threat to my sister- or as I like to call her, the devil's child.

"Jadelyn West! Go get me some more flowers for your sister's hair!" Cynthia West ordered me without even looking up from Madeline's wig. Typical.

I get off the couch I was sitting in and dump all of Madeline's clothes on the floor. Yup that is what she was making me do, said reason for half-way said threat before.

"Jade my clothes!" Madeline screeched but I was already out of the bloody room.

"Crazy people making me hold there clothes-" someone's body colliding with mine cut me off.

I look up to see a Indian boy steadying me, not just any Indian boy though, the dead-mother Indian boy with the same open eyes he had 3 years ago.

"Why is it you always have to interrupt me when I'm mad?" I ask as I stand up, ignoring his hand and walk past him.

"How's the cut?" he asks which makes me stop dead on my tracks.

Okay so I was sure he would have forgotten, okay I was counting he would have forgotten. I hoped he thought I was some random kid who was talking stupidities. But now as I turned around and meet his eyes and take in his amused expression I know he remembers me. And I feel stupid as fuck.

"Healed, how's the dead mom?" Okay in all fairness I wasn't trying to sound that bad that was just the only thing I knew about him.

I saw him chuckle though and nod. "Still dead."

"Great now if you won't dump into me again…" I motioned to the exit but once I turned around and reached it I noticed he must have thought this was a formal invitation, either that or he had boundary issues.

"Look lost Indian puppy-" I growled as I turned around but I was meet with his face really close to mine. Like inches away, something I was not expecting.

"Yes?" he asks while smiling and probably holding back a laugh.

"Stay away." I scowl pushing him back a bit but the guy was strong.

The weirdest thing happen though, one minute my hand is on his shoulder pushing him away, the next he grabs my wrist and turns it over to a bruise on my forearm.

I see he is trying to open his mouth, trying to say what so many before him have tried to say. But like many before him he comes up blank. This however is good, it brings me back to reality.

"I said stay away!" I scream but I try not to be too loud so nobody around will hear. I yanked my wrist from his now limb fingers and punch him square in the nose.

"I am sorry." He said repeating the same sentiment I had once told him. And that is one of the weirdest moments in my life because he isn't saying sorry for annoying me, I can tell. He just is sorry I haven't healed.

I don't know how I know this but looking into those deep brown eyes I can tell with three words I have heard countless times he just made me feel what no one else has ever accomplished. All those who tried to say something after they see the bruises… he makes me feel like he is actually sorry.

A/N: Kinda short… sorry. Next update will be soon-ish.

~sleepingtigersbox