Redheads are Soulless by Heather M. White Page B

turned to Robbie. “Stay away from her. I’m serious.”
    Robbie raised his eye brows and gave me a look that made me weak in the knees. “I promise I will not appro ach her without her permission first .”
    Jason was pleased with that answer. He walked into our next class, but I stood there looking at Robbie a few seconds longer.
    “But, if you approach me, that’s another story all to gether,” he said seductively. With that, he walked off leaving me in the hallway, breathing heavily. I fanned myself with my chemistry book for a few more seconds before I walked inside and sat between them.
    One thing was certain… it was going to take a lot more than chemistry to get my mind off Robbie.
    When I looked up from my chemistry book, I notice a pale blonde girl staring at me. I didn’t recognize her, so I knew that she was new. Her blue eyes were so light, they almost looked opaque. As s he glared at me, and I felt chills run down my arms, but I shook it off.
    “You ok?” Jason asked.
    I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    When I looked back at the girl, she was looking forward. I sighed, and turned my attention back to the lesson. I have to stop being so scared and distracted by every little thing.
    Robbie won’t let anything happen to you , I reminded myself.
    Jason. I meant Jason.
    I resisted the urge to bang my head on my desk, but barely. I really was losing it. Lock me in a cell, and throw away the key… There is officially no hope for me.
     
    …
     
    After school, I was ecstatic to see my mom. I hadn’t seen her in almost a week. I just hoped her new boyfriend wouldn’t be there.
    Jason parked by the curb and I walked inside the house. What I didn’t expect to see was an empty living room. Everything was gone – the furniture, the coffee tables, and pictures. The only thing left was the beer and whiskey stains on the floor , and a bunch of boxes .
    “Mom,” I yelled.
    Mom walked out from the hallway, and into the living room. She sat down the box she was carrying, and gave me an awkward sideways hug. “Sof! You’re just in time ! I’m moving in with Steve. Is there anything you want? I’m tossing everything.”
    “You’re… moving in… with Steve?” I asked, unable to believe what she was saying .
    “Yes,” she beamed. “I am so excited!”
    “What about me?”
    My mom put her hands on her hips. “You already moved out. It’s about time I got on with my life too.”
    I nodded, trying to hold back my tears. “But you barely know him.”
    “I’m in love with him, Sof. That’s enough for me.”
    “What about the house?”
    “I’m going to sell it. I have an appointment with the real-estate office tomorrow.” She did look genuinely happy , so I decided I would not ruin her good mood. After all, everybody deserves their shot at happiness.
    Just then, a guy walked into the living room. He had brown ish gray hair with a slowly receding hair line , and a large round stomach. Really, if the guy had a beard, he would make a great Santa Clause at Christmas . He had to be at least 10 years older than my mother.
    He held out his greasy hand, and I just stared at it.
    “It’s clean,” were the first words he said to me. “I work at a mechanic shop, they’re just stained.” He once again held out his greasy hand, and I accepted it to be polite . “I’m Steve.”
    I nodded. “I’m Sofia.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Sofia.”
    “ Likewise.” Ok, it was a lie. It’ s anything but nice to meet him, but I wasn’t going to say it to his face.
    He put his arm around my mom. “Your mother here has told me wonderful things about you.”
    In my attempt to not be one of those kids who hounds their mom’s boyfriend, I just smiled at him , and held my sarcastic comments back. I turned to m y mom. “Well, M om, as lovely as it has been seeing you, I think I’m going to go. Have fun packing.”
    “Wait,” she said. She grabbed a notepad and paper from a box close by. She scribbled down