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"Revenge." Rebecca answered simply.
All through that day, Jonathan could only think of what his friend had said. Revenge? Taking a career in psychology merely for revenge? He asked all these questions to her.
"Yes, and yes. I know you've been thinking about it. It's obvious that you'll get them later on when you're more successful and whatnot. I'll be right alongside you, cheering you on. Maybe even help a little." Rebecca promised.
But that promise was not meant to be kept during much of their high school years. Their schedules had changed gradually over the next three years in High School, and even though Rebecca was with Jonathan every chance she had. They had agreed to meet together behind the school for a study session, while everyone else was at the stadium watching their team's Football.
"Agoraphobia?" Rebecca asked, while writing down some notes about a personality disorder.
"Fear of leaving a safe place. Acrophobia?" Jonathan asked in return, also writing down other things.
"Fear of-" Rebecca's sentence was cut off by Nickolas Burtru, who was laughing in contempt.
"You know, I never woulda thought geeks like you could get geekier. I guess I was wrong!" Nick took the paper Rebecca was writing on and ripped it to shreds. She glanced up at him and scowled.
"Idiot," Rebecca muttered, eyes burning with hatred. She wanted to kill him -
Jonathan was pushed to the ground, and his books and papers scattered. He glared up at the known bully, and tried to calm himself inside.
"Nickolas, do you want us to kill you?" Rebecca asked sweetly, standing upright, holding something behind her back. She made sure Nick had his back turned to Jonathan.
Nick's smirk dimmed down to a frown. "Wha.. what the hell are you talkin' about?" He demanded. He was afraid of what might happen, too scared. Jonathan saw that Rebecca had purposefully dropped a small shard of sharp glass beside him. He carefully grabbed it, his face emotionless.
"Do it," Rebecca whispered, to her companion.
Jonathan held up the glass as if about to stab Nick in his eyes, but the bully cried out in desperate fear and ran for his life. He gazed at his hand, which was bloody because he held the glass too tight. Quickly dropping it, Jonathan gathered up his papers and books.
"Why didn't you kill him?" Rebecca's shout dragged Jonathan's attention to the situation at hand. She looked enraged.
"Did you see it? His fear," Jonathan murmured, smiling demurely, his eyes unfocused. "I made him afraid, he was so afraid..."
Rebecca shut her mouth, jaw clenched. After five minutes, she released a sigh, and her shoulders sagged. "You'll be famous, Crane. And you're really smart." Maybe too smart, Rebecca thought sadly.
A cold wind blew, and Jonathan's eyes focused once more with the strange, uncomforting gleam. "I've no need for petty compliments. I knew that already," He said, holding his books and papers. Rebecca watched him walking away, a somewhat angered and confused look on her face.
Rebecca didn't see Jonathan again until their sophomore year in College. Both were majoring in Psychology, but different minors.
She sat boredly at her desk. All the rest were taken, full of binders, backpacks and people and she was forced to sit near the front of the class. "Too late..." She reprimanded herself, tapping a pencil.
As the door opened, two men walked in - The psychology professor, and Jonathan.
"Crane!" Rebecca's startled shout received an amused look from her childhood friend.
"It's Jonathan, you know. I'm not a doctor quite yet," He smirked, taking the empty seat next to her.
"How have you been? Majoring in psychology... knew you would." Rebecca muttered almost darkly, tapping her pencil once more.
Before Jonathan could respond, the professor began his lecture for that day about Jungarian Archetypes.
The class seemed to drag on, hours ticking by slowly. Rebecca's leg bounced up and down in anxiety, hoping she'd catch Jonathan after class. She wanted to get to know a few things - If Crane's gonna be famous, I want to have at least some people to call on, Rebecca thought, her mind plotting her future.
As soon as the ending bell rang, the girl linked arms with Jonathan. He glanced at Rebecca, and his body stiffened at the physical contact. He wasn't quite used to this, but knew Rebecca wasn't all that shy about it.
"So," Rebecca said casually, as if they have spoken in the last four years. "Any projects going? Something you should let me know about?"
Jonathan finally pulled his arm free, and cleared his throat. "Not really. A couple things, but nothing worth mentioning..." He might have trusted her before, but after the gap of years, he trusts only himself.
"Huh.." She cocked an eyebrow. "What if I told you that I didn't believe you, Crane?"
Glaring at his old friend, he remembered the incident with Nick. "Why did you egg me on to kill him?" He whispered fervently.
Rebecca then dropped her gaze. "No reason. Caught up in the moment." She looked back at Jonathan's face, her brows furrowed. "I don't have to tell you that anyway, unless you decide to tell me what you're up to."
Jonathan merely smiled.