A/N: Wow, I never knew that people would respond like this! Sorry about me negitivity last chapter, I was very up set about something. If you want to know what, it's personal. Anyway...I thank reviewers and annonomis reviewer. I appretiate every one. I'm glad that I have improved greatly in first person, I remember when I was bad...and it wasn't good. I also wanted to do a first person on some one no one would think of, Zelda! I am so good! Thanks again, and I'm glad everyone likes it!
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Story Of The Heroine
Chapter Two
I finally exited the highschool. Freedom. I only had a couple of minutes of it. This time I would not be chased by a dog. I would take the long way, like yesterday. I really didn't want to see my grandmother at the moment. I wanted to enjoy my time alone. First I would...no I couldn't because I didn't have a stupid car. It would have probably been my parents last wish – go ahead and drive a car, your luck isn't as bad as ours. I sighed again. I was in New York, why couldn't I go to the big city and have fun? But no, my grandma said, you will end up like your parents. Does she really believe that? Could our family line really end with stupid drunk drivers?
Maybe my troubles weren't in the car, maybe all I needed to do was find someone to hang out with. A friend. Ilia has shown her true colors, but I could never trust her, could I? Her overenthusiastic charm wasn't really...worth while. Saria seemed nice enough, when I could hear her. I wanted a true friend, one that listened to me. One that I could feel comfortable around – with Ilia it just felt...awkward. I missed Malon...
My thoughts were interrupted as I blindly ran into someone. I stumbled and grabbed for the nearest hand hold – a skateboard propped up beside the building. I yelped in surprise and fell over backwards, gaining a collection of bruises. My life is so pathetic. I heard a snicker behind me – probably the owner of the skateboard – as I struggled to get up.
"You okay?" I heard someone, the person who I had ran into. At that moment, I couldn't blink. The angel, how stupid of me to forget another name, held out his hand to me as I hesitated to grab it. "Sorry...I wasn't quite looking were I was-"
"No, forget it. It was nice to meet you Mr. Prince," I said as I got up on my own. I would not be tempted be charm. No charm, no charm, no charm. But somehow I felt stupid giving up on the wonderful opportunity. Pff, it was probably already experimented – slamming into the angel and then he uses his charm to make them blush. I would not fall for that. I did not wish for romance at the moment – I already had problems on my hand. I also could not afford to be noticed at this highschool, I hated gossip.
But, was only natural that I had to slow down as I walked away? I felt cold. I was a horrible person. He was only trying to be nice, I was the one who had brainlessly rammed into him. And it wasn't his fault that the entire female student body adored him. So why was I walking away? So who cared if some cheerleaders came by and saw me flirting with their prize? I had said Mr. Prince too. He was probably weeping behind me now, I am so cold. I had also half realized that I was blushing. What was with me? Looks can be deceiving, I told myself, ...but could charm really deceive? I didn't have a choice to turn around, he came to me.
"Look – I'm sorry I ran into you, but you could forgive me...right?" the angel asked. My face struggled to stay in line as he asked me this. "Is that okay?" he asked. I sighed and turned around to him.
"Forget everything," I said to him, " That's good enough for me." I turned around, and in the corner of my eye, I saw the Prince's confusion. Figures -- women run to him and not away from him. Another reason why he should forget me. He should go back to his other thoughts, he had to have been thinking about something important, his face painted it all. I had decided to go home after all – Grandma's always solve problems. Not. I put my hands in my jacket pocket to protect them from the cold and walked off.
"Could I drive you home?" he asked behind me. Why doesn't he just go away? I continued to walk away, ignoring him.
"I can walk home!" I cried behind my shoulder. I lied, my feet were killing me. I was also nervous about that dog...
"Really?" he said, in disbelief.
"Yes!" I yelled back. Why was he so interested in me? So I had run into him, what made him feel so motivated to drive me home? I wasn't so pretty, I was so off balance that everyone could beat me at hopscotch. What had he found in my pale hair and blue eyes? Was I his type? I didn't believe in types.
"I'll walk you home then," he said. I groaned and walked towards the faster way to my house.
"Please leave me alone," I demanded. I walked faster with larger strides, but I knew he would easily catch up to me.
"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked with fascination. I sighed in frustration and went faster.
"You annoy me, I just ran into you. I don't understand why you are following me," I said. Why was I saying this? This was my chance to shine, show him that he wasn't just a pretty face. Was it jealousy of him that made me say these words? Or...embarrassment? He looked at me for a long time, realizing his mistake.
"Well...sorry. I just thought that I could apologize..." he said. I groaned again as I went into a fast walk.
"Well apology accepted! Now go away...Prince," I said, using his nickname again. I asked myself why I was doing this, again. Was it really worth it? I clenched my teeth as I saw his smile break out, with perfect rows of white teeth. It made me hate him more. Perfect face and teeth. If he kept this up, I could hate him more then my grandmother.
"You are amazing...and my name is Link," he said. I shrugged and stared ahead of the road, looking to separate houses.
"Prince. Link. Whatever," I said in frustration. He ran ahead of me and walked backwards looking straight at me, making it look very easy. His smile was still there for some reason and I felt inclined to ignore it. But when I looked in his eyes, I saw a smile there to. Very distracting. "Will you please go away?" I asked. He chuckled lightly at my exasperated expression.
"Not until you answer my question," he said, his grin reaching up to his eyes. I stopped at that moment, I could guess that my face was fully red. From anger and from blushing. I slapped myself mentally at that.
"Fine," I agreed. At least I had stopped, I could never take his easy stride, backwards. He also had done it with his hands in his pockets. I hated him. My long list of hate: My grandmother, school, and unfortunately, Link. But strangely...I also felt attracted to him. At this rate my brain would burn, and I thought math was hard...
"I want to ask you...do you like me?" he questioned. I glared at him. This was, what, the second time someone asked if I liked him? I just wanted to go home!
"No. I don't know you. I'm not like those other girls, all right?" I answered. He nodded his head in thought.
"You are right..." he said half to himself. I exhaled quickly and went around him.
"Will you leave me alone now?" I asked in a rush. I heard his laugh behind me and I grimaced.
"Hey, watch out for dogs though. They might 'follow' you," I heard him over his laughter. I stopped again in the middle of the road.
"How did you know about that dog?" I asked. Was this guy stalking me? If so I was prepared to kick him in the groin. He shrugged as if it was an easy question to answer.
"I don't know...because it's my dog," he said. His dog? The annoying one? The loud one? Well of coarse. But strangely they had so much in common. Being loud for instance...and annoying. Then, the strange sensation on the back of my neck returned. I looked around frantically, searching for the ruffled dog. Link looked curiously in the direction I was looking at and smiled. "You're worried that my dog will come up to get you," he said, though it wasn't a question. I looked back at him and shook my head.
"Of coarse not," I said as casually as I could, but I could tell that it was shaky. Link's smile remained as he shook his head. His eyes were sad.
"Don't worry. My...dog...doesn't come out until twilight," he said. Twilight? What an odd word to use. I would have used sunset or evening, but he said it like it was out of a novel. My vocabulary sucked. "But of course...I would protect you from it," he said. Protection?
"I'm sorry, but I don't need your protection."
"You're still mad at me...aren't you?" I nodded and began walking away. "Good..." I looked back at him, confused.
"Are you so desperate for someone to hate you?" I asked, still walking. He gave me a smug smile, and walked beside me.
"Right now...yes," he answered. I shook my head in amazement.
"Wow," I said sarcastically. He grimaced at my reply.
"You asked for it."
"Your leaving now?" I asked. He sighed and shook his head.
"I still don't know your name," he said.
"Good, I will never see you again," I said. I would move far away from here. I would get to my knees and beg – a rarity – my grandmother for us to move. I got to my house and he smirked. "What's so funny?" I demanded. He pointed to the house across from mine.
"I live right across the street, so of course I would see you again."
I suddenly got depressed. Great, just great. Why did my grandma have a bad sense of house location? Why didn't she get a different house instead of one right next door from his? Will he ever leave me alone? And that dog lives across the street. My life is a pure nightmare. I wanted to wake up! This is the worst day ever. But maybe...it wasn't a nightmare. This was probably heaven. A cute boy...NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Keeping away from rivalries, remember that Zelda. Stay calm.
"I will NEVER tell you my name!" I screamed at him. So much for staying calm. I stormed to the front door of my house, imagining a trail of smoke behind me. I then felt a stab at my heart. Why did I do that? I opened the front door and slammed it behind me to cause effect.
"Nayru!" my grandmother shouted from her normal spot on the couch. I threw my bag on the table in rage and shrugged off my coat. "What the goddesses is wrong with you child?" I rolled my eyes and went to a window, daring myself to peek out it. Should I see his reaction? Should I realize my mistake? I got to the floor, to make sure he didn't see my figure, and looked out to window. He was running. As he ran I saw that the "Twilight" had started. But while I was distracted by the horizon, he disappeared into his house. I wanted to go after him, to say I was sorry. No wait, wasn't I just telling myself that I shouldn't judge by looks? I had two sides now, one for Link and one against him. I wondered...which one will win?
0o0
That night, I heard a howl. It was sad and low, and somehow, peaceful. Instead of an annoying throttle of barks and growls. It was a song. A peaceful song. My song. How did I know this? Even I couldn't explain. It was singing to me almost. This time, I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to stay up and listen to the dogs howl. I could not hear the humming of the heater any longer. Instead it was filled with hope. How was Link's dog doing this? Was it a trained dog? If it was trained then how come it was chasing me the other day? And why was it sad. I felt guilt, for some reason, for what I had said to the angel.
Link would hate me now, I knew it. Everyone hated me, everyone was at my back. What was wrong with me? I had told myself that Link was just a boy, but was he something more? A saint? A real angel? Or the demon. I wished with all my heart that he would become less annoying in the future, so I wouldn't have to yell at him. But it wasn't his fault. I knew it wasn't his fault for being charming or beautiful. It wasn't his fault at all. It was mine. It was my fault for everything! My parents death, him, and my life! I pulled at my hair, ignoring the howls for an instant. I had promised myself that I would not blame myself for their death, ever since the funeral. But how could they slip away so easily?
I didn't believe, couldn't believe, that they had died in a car crash. It must have been murder, I knew it. I mean, there were many other cars on the road that day, and it had just came out of no where. And the culprit was never found. Forensics had said it was a case of drunk driving, but how could I believe that? Someone had picked my parents car out on purpose and deliberately aimed at it. I didn't want to believe they were dead...
I then fell asleep to the howl of sorrow...
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