The Girl With The Broken Glasses - On Hold, Editing

I met her under one of the most unusual circumstances. I never knew she would have a strange impact in my life. I never knew she'll become a part of me. And I never expected her to leave my side.


2. Chapter One - That Girl *edited*

I was walking in the hallway, almost desperate to get out of the overcrowded hellhole they call school. I could hear whispers of my name coming from the students standing by their lockers. Could they be anymore obvious? Whatever new rumor they were spreading would probably be worse than the last one. The last one being I killed someone. I have also heard from them that I am already a father of three - with three different women. Seriously? I mean, what the fuck?

Now that I was out of the stinking building, I made my way to the alley beside the school for a shortcut home. Kicking an empty can of soda towards the fence, I heard some scuffling noise coming from my right. 

Ignore them, I told myself.

But the sound of a weak girl's voice made my head turn. Then I saw three girls pounding on the smaller one who was leaning on her side against the wall. The small one was curled up as if she was protecting whatever she was holding from the other three. I could only see a bit because they were in the dim part of the alley.

I wanted to ignore the fight but my feet seemed to have their own minds. I walked straight into the alley. I shouldn't be here, I thought. What the hell am I doing?

"Hand it over!" One of the bigger girls demanded.

"No, please..." small girl weakly replied.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I boomed.

The three immediately turned to my voice and seemed surprised.

"It's him!" the fat one not-so-softly whispered to the one in the middle. The middle girl glared at the small one and gave a final kick before sauntering out of the alley, tailed by the other two. I turned to the small girl and found she was still curled up by the alley's shadowed corner.

"They're gone," I said as I turned to leave.


I looked at her over my shoulder. I raised a brow in question when she did not speak.

"M-My glasses. Can you help me find them?" she squinted at me. My eyes roamed the dark alley and found something shining on the other side. I went to pick it up when my nose was bombarded by the smell of... oranges? I looked around and, indeed, there were dozens of squashed oranges all over the place. I walked over to her and handed her the glasses.

"Thank you," she said, putting them on. I was ready to leave again when she exclaimed.

"Are you kidding me?" she squealed.

Once again, I turned to look at her but my eyebrows shot up when I saw her crossing her eyes, struggling to look at something on her glasses.

Seriously, can't she just take them off and look at them the easier way?

"Do you know how much this costs?" she looked at me now as she stepped out of the shadows.

The first thing I noticed was that she had dreadlocks, complete with decorations such as beads on them. The right lens of her glasses was cracked near the middle. She was small, like tiny compared to me. She had to crane her neck just to look me in the eyes. Her pale skin glowed orange because of the setting sun.

I shrugged.

She huffed then turned away then her shoulders slumped. She gave a big sigh and shook her head. She faced me again.

"Can you hold this for me?" Before I could deny, she took my hand and forced an orange into it. "I'll go check on the others if there are still some edible ones." The fight was about this thing?

I stood there, dumbstruck, while holding a small orange in my right hand, watching her move about in the alley. She picked up a tattered messenger bag and slung it on her shoulder.

When she returned, she had about six barely pleasant-looking oranges in her arms. She reached for the one in my hand and gently took it.

As if she couldn't get any weirder than she was, she smiled at me - a really wide smile. But she winced because of her busted lower lip.

"Thank you for saving me," she said. I just nodded in acknowledgement and turned to leave.

Finally out of the alley, I pushed my hands into my pockets and set off to head home, when suddenly I heard hurried steps behind me.

"Wait!" it was her again. I rolled my eyes.

"Just leave me alone," I said coldly. She ignored me and stepped beside me instead.

"You didn't tell me your name yet," she stated matter-of-factly. When I didn't answer her, she ran and stood in front of me, blocking my way. I glared at her but she shrugged it off.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I asked, irritated.

"Not until you tell me your name."

I sighed exasperatedly and side stepped her, leaving her behind. When I thought I have finally made my point, she ran and blocked my way again. Is she smirking?

"Fuck off." I said.

But instead, she held her hand out for me to shake. "My name's -" I cut her off by turning towards the street.


I smirked. I knew she'd give up.

I crossed the street as soon as the light turned yellow. A few cars blared their horns but I don't give a damn. They could run me over for all I care.


It wasn't a while later when I heard soft footsteps behind me. I quickly hid myself in another alley and waited until she passed by then grabbed her from behind.

Maybe I should just scare her off.

She yelped but her eyes calmed when she realized it was me pinning her against the wall. Her dreadlocks hung past her shoulders, almost touching her waist.

"Look, I may have helped you a bit a while ago, that doesn't mean you could just stalk me!" I told her off.

She only blinked at me twice.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" I hissed.

"Nothing," she managed to say through my hand on her mouth. I noticed the oranges were now inside her bag. She used her hands to pull my hand off her face. "But because of the present circumstances, you can just say your name," she said in a sweet tone.


"You went all this way just for that?" I asked in disbelief, stepping away from her.

"Not really, my place is in this direction." She dusted herself off.

I sighed. "Colin." What could possibly happen? Like she could really stalk me... She looked at me with a bright expression. "That's my name."

She smiled even wider if that was possible. The crack on her glasses shone in the dark.

"Nice to meet you, Colin. I'm Josie." She said her name for the first time. And without waiting for a reply, she happily skipped out of the alley to the direction of what I assumed was her home.

The only thought that had entered my mind as I stepped out of the alley while watching her back was 'What did I get myself into?'



Note: I just want to say that I don't majorly cuss in real life, okay? In my mind, yes. But vocally, no. I just did it in this story for the character. :) so, there.



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