A/N: I guess I just decided to update. I did have time…
Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters.
Chapter 5: Ruining and Fixing
Sissi couldn't believe this.
"You lied." She couldn't believe this scrawny boy. Hadn't he clearly said: 'I thought you wanted to hang out with us'? As in the plural for more then one person? Last she checked that meant a number people, like a group-- as in Ulrich's group.
Maybe this had been a mistake since she was stuck sitting on a shop's front patio with this annoying shrimp. Not that she had to sit, she just didn't want to walk any farther in his company. It didn't even seem he was listening to her accusations. How'd she figure this you ask? Because he just said something about ice-cream.
This only made her mope some more. "What's with you and food?" She looked up when the silence dragged on in response, where'd he go?
Left her, did he?! That LITTLE FREAK! No one stood up Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas!
She had just been about to get up and storm off when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Deep in her thoughts, she was startled by the touch and spun around to knock her assaulter down. She thought she would be satisfied but the freezing substance that landed down her front told otherwise.
She shrieked and spun around to face the boy that somehow avoided her hit. "Sorry?" She just snorted in anger, realizing she caused him to spill the second ice-cream cone on her when she smacked the hand he tapped her with-- the one he had been holding it in. She wasn't about to forgive him though, as she looked down at her shirt and saw the damage.
"You can have mine." Was he offering her his ice-cream cone? A scowl broke across her face, eyeing the object held out to her. Did he seriously think that was what she was angry about?!
"Scrawny!" She slapped the cone out his hand causing the half melted chocolate ice-cream to splatter across his face. "You ruined my perfect outfit! This cost me good money!" It was true, it was a pretty expensive shirt but she had a number of the same one in her closet back at the dorms.
Was she over reacting? Never.
She had all the right to be angry but why didn't the boy seem bothered by her outburst? Deep down she knew she was just trying to make him feel bad for her, after all it was torture being stuck in his company.
However, he didn't seem to notice, just wiped the ice-cream off his face before licking it carelessly off his hand. He looked over at her and pulled on that dumb grin of his, "And you ruined my perfect ice-cream cone, lets just call it even. Besides… it's strawberry." As if that simple statement made it okay to be smeared down her front.
"I don't care…" She was feeling rather distressed by this point wishing she could be with Ulrich right now, actually anyone but Odd would do. "I can't believe you made me ride that smelly bus for this. I thought we were going to hang out with Ulrich! Instead you drag me halfway around town and then… then you spill ice-cream on me! You better buy me a new shirt. Not that you can afford it-"
Her words were suddenly muffled by the hand shoved over her mouth. "We wouldn't want you losing your lovely voice. I'll buy you a new shirt."
Sissi shoved him away. "Yeah right Scrawny, you can't afford my clothes." She just wanted to go back to the school now, this was a waste of time. "Are we going to hang out with Ulrich or not?"
Odd opened his mouth but then closed again. He didn't have anything to say? That was a first.
Elisabeth sure loved to complain. Today only proved it, it was her fault that he even spilled that ice-cream on her.
Was it really worth playing this game? After all, Ulrich hadn't talked to him on good terms since he first pronounced that him and Sissi were now together. If he remembered correctly all his best friend had to say was that(and quote)-- 'you've hit a new low'. Now it was just the silent treatment.
The rest of the group only seemed to take it slightly better and that's why he hadn't been invited to hang out with them.
And now even Sissi had stormed off. Not that it mattered so much-- it wasn't like he was actually enjoying her company. Just that thought made him tremble and struggle to resist the urge to do something drastic like gouge out his eyes. He was just toying with her emotions but if that was true why had he gone in that fancy store after she left and bought her a new shirt exactly like the one he ruined?
This wasn't even funny.
He didn't even really care for the girl other then as someone to tease. Of course the previous time loop in which he was brutally injured insisted otherwise. He just shook his head, he only did that because he knew the return to the past would erase the damage. It wasn't like he was really putting his life on the line for her.
He knew what he should do. Buy her an 'out of style shirt' to replace the one he destroyed.
He looked down at his clothes recalling how she always complained about his style-- he should buy her something purple. That way they would match. That would tick her off, he could just see her getting all red in the face and screaming something about him being a scrawny moron.
He felt the smile fall from his face.
Huh?
Odd didn't care that would upset her. That's what made teasing her so much fun. So why was there conflicting thoughts in his head? He already had the shirt in his hands-- a purple lacy, Pokka-dotted thing and he knew she would hate it. Come on, it would be funny to see her angry! Yet he ended up putting it back on its hanger.
What was going on with him lately?…
Oh great, it started raining.
Her shirt was ruined.
Her day was ruined.
Why was she making herself suffer like this?
It was for her darling Ulrich wasn't it? Except she knew beneath her 'obsession'(as Odd had put it), he wasn't ever hers and would never be. Romeo was meant to be with Juliet. And she wasn't Juliet, was she? She wanted slap herself for recalling that scrawny freak's words at a time like this. It was so clear all this time but she knew what she wanted--
So what if she couldn't have him?!
She threw her shirts down ripping them from their hangers in irritation. "Why do they all have to be dirty?" She scrunched up her nose. "No, why did that weirdo have to ruin my favorite shirt?" She knew why she was angry-- she needed to be fashionable be at all times, even now: in her room as a storm was raging outside.
A sudden knock forced her to pull on the closest shirt, an old yellow number that she had since the beginning of the school year. It was so out of style it'd be embarrassing to be seen opening the door when wearing it. After all… what if it was Ulrich on the other side? The knock came again and she swept forward having made up her mind.
"Coming Ulrich Dear." She said in a sing song voice before throwing the door open.
Who she saw standing there did nothing to lift her mood.
"What do you want?" Seriously, couldn't he just leave her alone.
Instead he just quirked and eyebrow at her and continued to soak the floor in front of her door. "Why would Ulrich come and see you? He has Yumi. Now maybe if you had said Herb I'd be more willing to believe that he'd be at the door…" The odd purple garbed boy sniffled his nose and squeezed the shapeless bundle closer to his chest as he released a sneeze.
Disgusting. "Eww…" She moved to push the door closed when the weirdo had the nerve to invite himself in.
"I have something for you." He stated bluntly causing Sissi to freeze up before she even got the chance to yell at him to get out. She saw him eye her momentarily before looking toward the mess on her floor. "You know I can see you and me getting along." What was that suppose to mean?! She had no time to debate it before he shoved the wrinkled bag into her hands.
She scowled at rain water sprayed her. "This better not be a joke?"
Odd smirked. "Come on. Don't you trust me Sissi?" He ventured jokingly.
"No." Sissi wondered if she had just seen a frown on the careless boy's face but it was gone before she could really be sure. She just turned away from him and pulled the object from the bag. Oh… "Did you steal this?"
"Sissi Dear, I'm hurt… how could you say such things of me?"
No way he could afford one of her shirts. Sissi simply wouldn't believe he had that sort of money. Just in case she took one more look at him, wondering if she had missed something-- no, same irritating weirdo he had always been.
She had about to say something: smart… witty but a sudden ringing interrupted her.
"I got to go."
It was his phone and with that he was gone, running down the hall. So his friends were up to something again?
"Odd, wait!" She thought she was a part of their group. Why were they leaving without her? Again.
It shouldn't really bother her but she was really starting to wonder just what she 'wanted'.
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