Amy felt like an idiot.
Partly because she still hadn't gotten over Casper's betrayal, but mostly because of the weird to downright nasty looks everyone was giving her as she passed by them. Amy had been walking for close to two hours, with a crazy wide smile plastered on her face. She made eye contact with as many people as she could, and only a handful hadn't looked completely creeped out.
Maybe she was going about this all wrong.
“Has anyone ever told you that you've got a beautiful smile?”
The voice came from behind her, and as soon as she turned around, her grin collapsed to pieces.
“Cause they were probably lying.” Casper finished with a chuckle, looking just a little too perfect.
Amy narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms, a look that she thought would scare him off. As he burst out laughing, her face burnt red, and the feeble attempt at anger turned to sheer humiliation. Ever since she was a little girl, she couldn't stand being laughed at. Amy despised not being in on a funny joke, because usually it was about her. Something dumb she did, or how pathetic she was. She tried to keep the tears back as a thousand flashbacks came flooding in.
Casper's laughter died down when he realized, but the grin remained.
“You're so cute when you're angry,” he said, as if he were talking to a little girl.
“Stop it,” Amy said, blinking back tears.
“Stop what?” he asked innocently, head tilted to the side.
“Just... everything!” she sputtered in frustration.
“Now you're just being silly, love. I can't stop everything. Be a little more specific.”
“Fine,” she said, taking a step closer to him, standing an inch away from his face. “stop talking to me. I never want to hear your stupid voice again.” at this point, Amy knew she was acting childish, but that was really Casper's fault. He kept talking to her as if she was five years old, and so she slowly felt herself returning to that age.
“Liar,” he whispered, leaning towards her ear. “and an awful one at that.” she felt his breath against her face, and Amy shivered, remembering when he'd complimented her scarf. It was hard to believe that'd been only yesterday, when so much had changed.
“Not all of us can lie so convincingly, sweetheart.” she responded, sickly sweet. She stepped back to admire the way his face slightly paled at her comment. Finally. Point Amy.
“Stop following me.”
“I'm not following you.”
Amy shortstopped and Casper collided into her back. She heard a muffled “oof” come from behind her, as he quickly untangled himself.
Spinning to face him, she tried to keep her expression irritated. After all, Amy remind herself, she hated him.
“Any closer and I'd need a restraining order.”
“Is it my fault that we're headed in the same direction?” he asked, incredulous. “Sue me for trying to get to my destination!” he added, dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air.
Amy rolled her eyes. “I'm not going anywhere. I'm just walking around.” she said, trying to disprove his made up theory.
“What a coincidence,” he smiled easily. “So am I.”
For the life of her, Amy couldn't understand Casper. He entered as a darling, ruined her life, then stuck around just to infuriate her with how much of a jerk he really was. Honestly, what was the point? Even more frustrating was how Amy felt towards him. The memory of who Casper had been sometimes overshadowed how he was acting presently, giving Amy a false feeling of adoration. It was a lie, she had to constantly remind herself. You don't really like him, you liked the role he was playing. This is who he truly is; a self centered, flirtatious, pig-head who enjoyed making her suffer. All Amy had to do was tell herself, he's the reason you can't grant wishes anymore, and she instantly detested him.