By: The Amazing Circtangular Bird, a.k.a. Bubbles and Bub'les Co.
Ouch! Lissa stuck her finger in her mouth, nursing the small paper cut wound. Ah, well just another fly in the soup. She seemed to be having a lot of those these days.
There was Nick – nicknamed Fang, apparently – who wouldn't talk to her. Okay, so they talked. But no actual conversation was held. So maybe she shouldn't have kissed him last week. Meh. Guys either did or didn't have a problem with her forwardness. She couldn't help if they didn't. But this? This was torture! He barely spoke to her this week, and ever since Friday things had been awkward. Maybe he was going out with that other new kid, Max. it was an odd name for a girl, but it had a special ring to it. Something that made you confident. She knew, because that was why she had kissed Nick. He said something about Max, and Lissa saw that look in his eyes, and she just had to kiss him. Meh, maybe it was that look. Either way, he just didn't like her like that.
And THEN they just decided to add insult to injury. Now Max kept sending her these death glares. And Lissa did NOT deserve them. How was she supposed to know that Max was in love with Nick? There was no way. So now she was being ignored and glared at, and to top it all off, now she had a paper cut. What had she done in a past life that had caused her to be Karma-ed into this situation?
The bell rang, startling Lissa out of her thinking. Still in a daze, she left the building and stopped, looking for a place to clear her head. She dropped her backpack on a secluded bench and wandered away, looking for something private. Lissa wandered around the corner of the large stone school, looking and listening for something distracting from Nick and Max.
Well, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. Lissa turned a corner and, lo and behold, there were Max and Nick, talking. Alone. Privately. As in, Lissa shouldn't be there.
She stepped back and slowly crept backwards until she was behind the stone again. After a moment, she risked a look out again.
Through a chipped out stone she watched what was going on….
((To readers: at this point this turns into an Omniscient Narrator kind of point of view. But it's got input from Lissa's thoughts. Yea. Continue, please. And don't forget to review!))
Max was upset. Again. And Nick was who had to comfort her. Again. Not that he didn't like it, Lissa observed from her hidden spot. No, I'm sure he loves cuddling up to her and hugging his precious Max. God, didn't she have anything better to do than take up his time boohooing about how her hair is too blond or her she can't get a date? Why can't she just leave him alone? What problems could she have that were so important that they had to take up all of Nick's time and energy?
Lissa stopped her mental rant for a moment and realized that Max was talking.
"…and the Voice keeps telling me 'Save the world, Maximum' and I can't let the Voice down. Plus then I look at Angel and Gazzy and Nudge and Iggy and even you, Fang, and see how happy you all are to have some sort of mother in Anne and I feel bad because it's like I'm being left out without anything to do and then I feel worse because I always seem to be complaining about having too much to do, but when I DON'T actually have anything to do, I complain even more and –…" Wow. Max had a LOT to deal with. And what was this about a Voice?
Lissa chose not to think at the moment about how she was wrong about Max. Better to figure that out later.
Right now she would ignore that part and listen in … what? What was this? Nick was kissing Max? No! NO NO NO! That is NOT how it works! Lissa almost burst into tears right then and there. How was Nick expecting her to take this? Lissa was practically DYING from neglect, and he was kissing her?! What cruel world is THIS?
Lissa gathered herself and began watching again. Might as well finish what she started. Nick pulled away from Max a bit and said something that Lissa couldn't make out (no pun intended). Well, whatever it was, it caused Max to throw her arms around Nick and bury her face in is neck.
Then she looked up at him. Lissa couldn't see Max's expression, but she expected that it was intense. Apparently, Max's emotions had QUITE overrun that day.
Then she leaned up….and KISSED NICK. This was even worse than the first one because before Lissa still had some hope left that it had been a pity kiss. Now? All hope was lost, and Lissa was devastated.
Well, now at least she had nothing to lose…Lissa was going in.