Well, I sure didn't believe that he would go this far. No one did. I just kept a straight face and ran through the halls to my tiếp theo class. Even though I knew I would just face thêm humility.
I got to my class and sat as far away from people as possible, did my work, and avoided all the looks. They had always told me I should be with him, and now he just has to be himself in all situations. Even with me.
I rush to math, my only class with him, and stood in the hall, waiting. Of course he came too soon and I had to do something. bạn just can't forgive something like that.
bạn just can't forgive him.
~
He was always there anytime I needed him. At every corner of every hall.
But he was a delinquent, all talk, no heart. He can make bạn fall in then just break the little box you're stuck in.
I parked my car and walked in my house, apartment...thing. Stupid parents that leave bạn with 200 grand and a note saying, "See bạn never. Bye, kid." I was only 14 when it happened, I'm now 17.
I walked into my little baby sister's room, she was only a tháng old. My mother dumped her off when she was born. While I'm at school my neighbor watches her, my neighbor also thinks that I should be with him. What are the odds?
I walked up the steps to my room after I saw my sister fast asleep I sat.
It looked like one of those rooms in the phim chiếu rạp where bạn have the big window on one side and a balcony behind it. I had the canopy giường and big mirror across from it, stereotypical, I know.
I sat on the giường and got my laptop. It was a picture of me, him, and my good friend, Bridgette. She was in the middle taking the picture, but this was before he went punk and all delinquent on us.
I set my phone down beside me and started doing my homework.
Hours went bởi and my phone started ringing, I looked and it was him.
I answered, "What do bạn want, Duncan?"
"Courtney, look, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything I said, bạn know me!"
"Sadly, I do know you. And I know that bạn are not the kind of person to be involved in so goodbye." I hung up the phone.
I went back to my work and heard a tapping at my window...door...thing.
I already knew who it was so I just kept my head down and focused on my work.
The tapping got thêm harsh until I turned my head to the window and looked.
Yup, it was him, standing there like an idiot.
I sighed and opened my door and walked onto the balcony.
"Courtney, I didn't mean it."
"How could bạn not have meant it? I mean, we were fake dating, then bạn just had to tell people. bạn just had to tell them a complete lie!"
"At least I emphasized the 'fake' in our relationship."
"So? bạn still told."
"What's so bad about me telling everyone? It's the truth!"
"It. Is. Not. True."
"Courtney, bạn know it's true. bạn know that bạn really like me."
"You just had to say it though, didn't you? bạn just had to stand on that lunch bàn and yell, 'Me and Courtney aren't really dating. We're just doing this to please your sorry asses! But hey, we all know that Courtney is crazy for me, even though she has no parents, and a tháng old kid doesn't mean she doesn't have time for a life!'. bạn just HAD to didn't you?"
"I did not say that!"
"You did too! I wrote it down!"
"Because you're just that way."
"Yes, because I'm that way. Duncan, face it, I don't like you. And telling everyone I have a kid, who is actually my SISTER, is not right!"
"You could've just đã đưa ý kiến that she was your sister!"
"I was too embarrassed because SOMEONE told everyone something that was a secret to me. Something no one was allowed to know!"
"Yet I knew, I knew what you're parents did and I knew about your sister. Hmm, I wonder why bạn would only tell me and not even Bridgette."
"Because I felt that I could trust you! But no. bạn just had to ruin every feeling I ever felt for you!"
Crap. I just đã đưa ý kiến it didn't I?
"I told you." He đã đưa ý kiến calmly. "I told bạn I told bạn I told you."
"And I wonder why bạn make the accusations that I like you."
"Why? Because I like you. See, I am open with it. Let's see if bạn can too."
"...What about bạn and Gwen?"
"Me and Gwen? bạn mean ancient history?"
"Last time we were really together bạn got with her. How do I know you're not going to do it again?"
"Because bạn can trust me." He took a step closer. "You know bạn can."
I took a small step closer, out of impulse. "What if I can't?"
He, in turn, took a larger step closer, closing the không gian between us, "Yes. bạn can."
"How can I forgive bạn though?
"This is how." He then kissed me.
I got to my class and sat as far away from people as possible, did my work, and avoided all the looks. They had always told me I should be with him, and now he just has to be himself in all situations. Even with me.
I rush to math, my only class with him, and stood in the hall, waiting. Of course he came too soon and I had to do something. bạn just can't forgive something like that.
bạn just can't forgive him.
~
He was always there anytime I needed him. At every corner of every hall.
But he was a delinquent, all talk, no heart. He can make bạn fall in then just break the little box you're stuck in.
I parked my car and walked in my house, apartment...thing. Stupid parents that leave bạn with 200 grand and a note saying, "See bạn never. Bye, kid." I was only 14 when it happened, I'm now 17.
I walked into my little baby sister's room, she was only a tháng old. My mother dumped her off when she was born. While I'm at school my neighbor watches her, my neighbor also thinks that I should be with him. What are the odds?
I walked up the steps to my room after I saw my sister fast asleep I sat.
It looked like one of those rooms in the phim chiếu rạp where bạn have the big window on one side and a balcony behind it. I had the canopy giường and big mirror across from it, stereotypical, I know.
I sat on the giường and got my laptop. It was a picture of me, him, and my good friend, Bridgette. She was in the middle taking the picture, but this was before he went punk and all delinquent on us.
I set my phone down beside me and started doing my homework.
Hours went bởi and my phone started ringing, I looked and it was him.
I answered, "What do bạn want, Duncan?"
"Courtney, look, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything I said, bạn know me!"
"Sadly, I do know you. And I know that bạn are not the kind of person to be involved in so goodbye." I hung up the phone.
I went back to my work and heard a tapping at my window...door...thing.
I already knew who it was so I just kept my head down and focused on my work.
The tapping got thêm harsh until I turned my head to the window and looked.
Yup, it was him, standing there like an idiot.
I sighed and opened my door and walked onto the balcony.
"Courtney, I didn't mean it."
"How could bạn not have meant it? I mean, we were fake dating, then bạn just had to tell people. bạn just had to tell them a complete lie!"
"At least I emphasized the 'fake' in our relationship."
"So? bạn still told."
"What's so bad about me telling everyone? It's the truth!"
"It. Is. Not. True."
"Courtney, bạn know it's true. bạn know that bạn really like me."
"You just had to say it though, didn't you? bạn just had to stand on that lunch bàn and yell, 'Me and Courtney aren't really dating. We're just doing this to please your sorry asses! But hey, we all know that Courtney is crazy for me, even though she has no parents, and a tháng old kid doesn't mean she doesn't have time for a life!'. bạn just HAD to didn't you?"
"I did not say that!"
"You did too! I wrote it down!"
"Because you're just that way."
"Yes, because I'm that way. Duncan, face it, I don't like you. And telling everyone I have a kid, who is actually my SISTER, is not right!"
"You could've just đã đưa ý kiến that she was your sister!"
"I was too embarrassed because SOMEONE told everyone something that was a secret to me. Something no one was allowed to know!"
"Yet I knew, I knew what you're parents did and I knew about your sister. Hmm, I wonder why bạn would only tell me and not even Bridgette."
"Because I felt that I could trust you! But no. bạn just had to ruin every feeling I ever felt for you!"
Crap. I just đã đưa ý kiến it didn't I?
"I told you." He đã đưa ý kiến calmly. "I told bạn I told bạn I told you."
"And I wonder why bạn make the accusations that I like you."
"Why? Because I like you. See, I am open with it. Let's see if bạn can too."
"...What about bạn and Gwen?"
"Me and Gwen? bạn mean ancient history?"
"Last time we were really together bạn got with her. How do I know you're not going to do it again?"
"Because bạn can trust me." He took a step closer. "You know bạn can."
I took a small step closer, out of impulse. "What if I can't?"
He, in turn, took a larger step closer, closing the không gian between us, "Yes. bạn can."
"How can I forgive bạn though?
"This is how." He then kissed me.