Not So Normal

Eyes narrowing further, I ignored Anstice's girlish shriek and opted for scowling at the girl instead. Just the way I was. It might even come as a shock for Anstice, since I was friendly towards him for some reason. Maybe I had this secret hate for my gender? Dear lord, I hoped not. I seemed to be okay with my sisters. Not like I wanted to switch my gender, though for people who did want to... That was fine. How did I even get on this topic anyways? I opted for not saying anything, though I had noticed that earlier he seemed to hide something from me. WHY? I WAS AN ACCEPTING PERSON.

Or, I liked to think that I was anyways.

(( POSSESSIVE MOOD-SWING MELINDA IS POSSESSIVE AND PRONE TO MOOD SWINGS. ))

Rolling my eyes, I looked away and brushed back my hair before returning it to it's original position. "I'm not his 'chick.'" I muttered, grimacing at a pillar. A few moments later, I glanced at Anstice before smiling grudgingly. "Have you gotten along well without me? I hope you haven't tripped too much without me watching your back." I said teasingly, though it wasn't as if he tripped any less when he was in my presence.

That sounded incredibly believable. Grinning, I raised an eyebrow before poking him. "Comforting to know that you haven't changed." I said before bringing a packet of candy smaller than my usual package and ripped it open. Skittles. Popping a red skittle in my mouth, I offered one to him. "What do I call you anyways? Just Anstice?"

"You're really helping to carry the conversation here." I snapped but regretted it instantly. Clamping my mouth shut, I raised my fist to my mouth and stared at something else. I should have said sorry as soon as I realized that I had done something mean, but it was so hard. Really hard to say sorry, and I didn't even know why. Why was I so messed up right now? Furrowing my brows, I refused to look at him and continued to look the other way.

"Sorry," I said, or really, forced myself to say. It probably didn't sound like much of an apology, but I meant it, I really did. "I haven't been in the greatest mood lately."

Wincing when he said that it was alright, I bit my lip before steeling myself. This is why the whole friend thing can't work out. I just didn't understand it. He should have yelled back at me. Gods, I would have felt so much better if he had yelled back at me, but he had to accept it. Stupid, meek Anstice. He didn't know how mean people were, that forgiving them might be the right thing to do but he had to learn to defend himself. Especially when he didn't do anything wrong. I would have to teach him how cold people were, how unsympathetic, how if he were in need of help, they would walk past him.

Standing up, I shut my eyes. "It's not fine." I murmured, before repeating it in a firmer tone, "It's not fine. Don't forgive me when I don't deserve it." I said heatedly, turning around and glaring at him with an even intenser look than I had given my nails earlier. Innocent, naive Anstice. He didn't deserve this, the way I was treating him, but since when did that ever stop me?

Scowling, She noted that he backed up a small distance and clenched her jaw. At least he knew what things were best avoided. Avoided or feared. Whichever one floats your boat. "You're not understanding what I'm telling you." Melinda hissed, inhaling and exhaling angrily. "Don't apologize to me!" Somehow, she managed to keep her voice at one volume - rather than the high-pitched rollercoaster her voice went on when she got hysterical - but at the same time, there was something menacing about her tone. She was angry, infuriated in fact, and she didn't know why.

Was I a masochist or something? Why did I make him get angry at me? Perhaps I only befriended this guy to help him grow a backbone. That seemed right. Maybe it was fate. If so, fate was odd. "I don't know! How would I know?!" Resisting the urge to grin because I wanted to remain angry at him, I glared at him.

"I don't want to move on!" I said, fed up. "Moving on means becoming closer, becoming closer means eventually becoming friends. I don't want friends! Friends let you down in the end, they leave you behind, they don't do what they're meant to do, they aren't reliable. I am the only reliable person. I can only be completely sure of myself." I said, quieting down and frowning.

"I'm too scared to take risks." I admitted, my voice almost inaudible. "There's no safety, and I need to be sure. Absolutely sure. With risks, you can't be absolutely sure of anything."

"No. I don't want to be friends." Melinda barked, clearly exasperated. Hadn't he just heard her say that she didn't want any friends? "I'll never be able to trust you, so what's the point?" She said icily, not really asking. At the moment, she didn't really care if she hurt Anstice, she was showing her true colours and if he couldn't handle it then, fine. What did it matter to her?

(( I'm switching between first and third person for some reason. O.o ))

"Fine." I echoed, watching as he walked away before sitting down. I felt... mean. There was a certain point where you stopped being cold and started being just plain bad-mannered. Pursing my lips, I glared at the same place as always, like I had a deep dislike for the pillar or something. Shaking my head, I stood up to leave before I realized it was the same way that Anstice had gone.

I didn't want to see him anymore.

Shutting my eyes as I realized that thought, I turned and looked back in the direction he had left before leaving the other way. I wondered how Anstice would do with this new knowledge of the world. This knowledge that might keep him more cautious, he would be more careful with his trust and who he considered a friend. He'd be able to defend himself, to yell back when he got shouted at when he didn't deserve it. Basically, he would be like me. If my scheme has worked.