Katherine Hobbs, the Oddity

Reginald Blackstreet's the name, call me Reggie. I have about an inch long hair of black and sapphire-to-emerald eyes. I also have one of those faces you tend to forget. But she doesn't. When she stood up to introduce herself that day, like everybody else, she said her name, Katherine Hobbs, followed by her interests. And then a short message.

"If anyone here is an alien, time traveler or a poser, please come see me."

I turned to look at her; she was sitting right beside me. I was looking into her deep brown eyes for the slightest clue that she was joking. I couldn't find what I was looking for. But she seemed to. She looked down at me and grinned as if she found something she was looking for.

Turns out we have every class together, every day. It's not exactly a bad thing but it's just weird. Mostly because of her points of weirdness. Number one, she changes her hairstyle every day. Every week it's the same on the specific day, but it just changes from one day to the next, tied up in another fashion.

Second, every other day we have gym. As usual guys get one locker room, while girls get another. But Katherine never uses the locker room; she just changes right out in the gym.

Point number three, she looks at everyone but me with disgust. Almost prejudice, but it's less focused on a certain group and more on the whole school. I'm the only person she'll really talk to.

"Hey, Katherine? When you said that anyone who's a timetravler and such should come see you. You were joking right?" I said the next day.

"Dead. Serious. I'm looking for that kind of person. And Reggie, call me Kat," Katherine said.

"Well, do you mind telling me what you mean by that kind of person?"

"You really don't know? I thought you would."

I just gave up after that. I noticed around the room that people were looking at me and snickering. Turns out, I had been the first guy who made Katherine talk for about two minutes. My buddies were talking about it with me during lunch.

"Dude, if you're interested in her, forget it," Sam said. "She only goes out with guys to break up with them a week later. At most!"

"That's not how I'm interested in her," I said. "But go on."

"I mean every guy who ever asked her out had their offers taken up. The longest one guy lasted was a week before she cut the rope." That's Sam for you, always making up expressions to go with what he's saying.

"I'd hate to hear how long the shortest lasted," Frank said.

"About one day," Sam explained. "The dude asks her out, they go on the date and it's over, five minutes into the next school day. So if you want to avoid an easy heartbreak, I say don't even consider asking."

Humph, typical of Sam. What's there to consider when I haven't even thought about it yet? I saw Kat throwing tennis balls on the school roof. That may be the one time I considered it.