Defining Paranoia

Stupid Girls

He knew there were consequences. No crime goes unpunished. Nothing goes unnoticed. He looked back. There she was, in her usual place, most probably daydreaming. When her eyes met his, she quickly smiled at him and waved mouthing a "Hi!" He forced a smile and waved back slightly. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest still smiling at him. He knew exactly what she was daydreaming about a few seconds before. He knew what ideas were going through her head at that moment. Still smiling, he turned to face his friends and quickly, the smile faded.

He knew it was an unforgivable crime. He knew atonement was the only road to peace and rest. Closing his eyes, he lowered his head. His bangs covered his eyes. It seemed that no amount of gel worked to hold back his hair. He made no attempt to move the bangs away from his eyes.

He stared wide-eyed at his hands. Were those really his? He gripped his hands into fists and sighed looking up again. His friends were laughing, hitting each other exaggerating a point if not all points. He suddenly felt someone punch his right arm. He turned around to find his best friend laughing and the others pointing at him. He smiled and nodded his head.

He looked back again. She was still there, fidgeting with her handbag, checking herself in the mirror every now and then, making sure she had just enough lipstick and blusher to bring out her hidden beauty. She ran a hand through her long hair. Her fingers found no obstacle and slid smoothly down her hair. She smiled and satisfied with her appearance, put her mirror back in her bag and glanced at her watch. She looked up. Their eyes met. She smiled again. Her eyes twinkled this time.

He smiled, his eyes showing otherwise. He turned back to his friends with the same look on his eyes. His best friend hit him on the back and put his arm around his shoulder. He punched him on the chest and ruffled his hair. He slowly broke out of his friend's grip and turned to the girl again. She was sitting this time, looking at the sky. Her cheeks were puffed. Her face was red. He gritted his teeth.

They were calling for him now. He could see her staring at him. She smiled, her teeth not showing this time. He joined his friends. One of them was talking about his new girlfriend. Another was going on about his new car. His best friend was telling his story … the story of the crime.

He turned again to look at the girl. Her hair was pulled back now. There was no spark in her eyes. When their eyes met, she smiled, her eyes showing otherwise. She glanced at her watch and then again at the sky. A friend of hers passed by. They exchanged hugs and kisses. After the greeting was over, she was still standing, her eyes staring into infinity.

"She doesn't even know!" yelled out his best friend. The boys burst out laughing. He only smiled. "Where is she?" asked one of the boys. The best friend grinned, "Right over there." Following his finger, the boys all turned to the girl. He turned just in time to catch her leaving. She looked him in the eyes. Her eyes were gleaming under the light. She waved to him goodbye and left. The boys all punched and hit him congratulating him on his achievement. He smiled, his eyes sparkled. He threw his arms around his best friend's shoulders and walked away. He did it.

That would teach her a lesson she would never forget. Never screw with power. It'll screw you.

posted by 5ada @ 5:57 PM