I sat on a bench with my head in my hands. Why couldn't anyone like me? Why did Dexter have to like someone else? I started crying again, but then heard someone's footsteps. "Raven! Hey. What happened? What's wrong?" It was Dexter. He sat down beside me. "You just don't get it, do you? Look, Dexter, I really like you okay? And it just makes me upset that...that you like someone else, and I know I could never be good enough for you, but-" He cut me off with a kiss. Dexter. Was kissing. Me. It felt as if nothing else mattered, just Dexter and I. When we pulled apart, He smiled. "I do like you, Raven. I was talking to Cupid about you. I wanted to ask you to go with me to Apple's party Friday. would you?" I gasped. "I would love to!" He kissed my cheek.
"I'll see you Friday, then."
