Rejected

Kaleb meets with his friend in the city mall -  he and his friends chat as they hang around the block and smoke but after a while people start starting at them in strange manners and the friends begin to jeer and show off their evil smoking habits!  During this display Kaleb grows a wandering eye as his friends chain smoke twelve cigarette's at the one time.  Kaleb sees hot teen Ingrid as she walks by in a pink top and flash pink pants. 

Kaleb leans to the side as smoke billows all around him.

"There's someone I have not seen in a while!"  tells Kaleb as he stares.  "I had best go for a walk, maybe we'll bump into each other;"  he mutters before he picks up his heels and leaves to stalk after Ingrid.


Kaleb watches Ingrid's backside as he walks behind her like a robot.  He can almost see the outline of her underwear and it makes him feel pretty hot under the collar.  He wishes that he could touch Ingrid in special ways -  however he knows that he has never been close enough to lay a finger on her hand let alone her body; Kaleb feels like a loser all of a sudden and he does not like the sensation!

"She's not a god, she's a person!"  he scolds his brain as he watches Ingrid closely as his feet speed to catch up with her.  "She's just like me;"  he mutters as he tries to pretend that she will say 'yes' if he asks her out on a date.  "She's alone like me, walking like me -  we're the same!"  he mutters before Ingrid turns into an empty block.

Kaleb feels his feet spirint and within minutes he catches up to Ingrid who has stopped under a dim shadow to look at a black wall.

"Hey there!"  cheers Kaleb as he walks up to Ingrid.

"Hi there!"  cheers Ingrid in a pleasant way.

"What are you doing here?"  asks Kaleb as he stares with intent on his eyes.

"Nothing;" sings Ingrid as she looks at her watch.  "Waiting;"  she mutters.  "Wasting time;"  she adds.

"That's cool;"  tells Kaleb as he smiles.  "So are you doing anything this afteroon?"  he asks.

"Nothing much;"  tells Ingrid as she shrugs.  "Why?"

"Maybe you would like to go out somewhere;"  tells Kaleb as he shrugs.

"What are you stalking?"  laughs Ingrid as she tosses her hair to one side. 

"No;"  mutters Kaleb as he shrugs.

"I know you followed me;"  tells Ingrid as she smiles.  "I saw you with the smokers;"  she tells.

"So what?"  asks Kaleb as he shrugs.  "I was just walking the same way;"

"No you weren't you liar!  You were stalking!"  tells Ingrid as she laughs.  "You followed me here!"  she exclaims.

"Maybe!"  tells Kaleb as he shrugs.  "Mabye I did!"

"You are a strange guy!"  gasps Ingrid before a call causes her to gasp.

"Ingrid!  Come here!"  tells a voice from up the block -  it  is her boyfriend Paul.

Ingrid sighs and looks to Kaleb who wishes he had the nerve to kiss her!  Ingrid hisses and then she walks down the block towards Paul who clutches her arm tightly as he moves her into a shadow for a discussion.

"What were you doing with that stranger?"  asks Paul as he feels his face swell.

"I was just chatting with him Paul;"  mutters Ingrid as she glares at his face while his features are swamped by swollen jaw muscles.  "He's a guy from school -  I know him, he's cool!"  she exclaims.

Kaleb smiles and walks away with that note on his brain.  He feels good -  but Ingrid winces as Paul squeezes her arm too tight for her to bare. 

"Let my arm go!"  she mutters as she feels her skin pain.

"You were flirting;"  tells Paul as his fingers burn.  "You are not to flirt again!"  he mutters sharply as though he has a knife inside of his hand.

"Sure thing Paul!"  tells Ingrid as she feels her heart-beat hammer.  "I had just stopped;"  she adds.

Paul looks at Ingrid for a long time before he lets her arm go.

"I can't stay with you today; how about you go home and I'll call you later?" tells Paul as his head grow hot.

"But I walked all the way here in my best heels!"  complains Ingrid as she grows sour from the rejection. 

"I don't want to look at you right now -  I feel shame for you;"  tells Paul as he glares at Ingrid with brown eyes turned red.  "I can't stand to look at you and not want to slap your face off!"  he mutters with spite. 

"Okay;"  mutters Ingrid as she feels a shiver up her spine.  "I will leave you to walk off your steam, but you call me to make another date!"  she tells Paul. 

"I'll call you later;"  mutters Paul before he steps away. 

"No kiss?"  asks Ingrid as she shrugs.

"Later;"  waves Paul before he dissapears.

Ingrid takes a moment to feel bad -  she hangs her head and listens to the cars as they drive on city strees a block away.  Ingrid doesn't want to hang around the city or its stores, she wants to go home to brood until Paul calls her.


Ingrid walks home;  she passes the stores, the people, the gang of smokers, the cars, the streets -  she passes everything around her as she continues to think about Paul and his anger.  She wants  him to let it go as though it is an object he holds inside of his hands, but he can't let go and so she is forced to turn away.

"I am so depressed!"  she gasps before she hears feet rushing after her.

Ingrid turns her head and sees Kaleb once again.  She wants to tell him to go away -  however she forces herself to smile as he says hello.

"What do you want?"  asks Ingrid as she looks to Kaleb.

"I want to walk you home!"  tells Kaleb as he shrugs.

"That is very nice, but I would prefer to walk home on my own;"  tells Ingrid as she feels a dip inside of belly which states that she is miserable. 

"Okay;"  mutters Kaleb who grows angered and flushered over the rejection.  "Whatever you want;"  he tells.

"I want to walk home alone;"  tells Ingrid.  "Maybe another day we can chat;"  she mutters as she waves and turns her head around to face the street before her.

Kaleb takes a cigarette and smokes as he watches Ingrid walk away.  He wishes he could follow her -  however his feet stands still; he has been given the ultimate rejection, and he longer wishes to walk, only to stand until he is able to believe that he will be okay after being stung with a needle that has pierced his heart and left him broken.