Valentine's Day

Chapter Ten

  I've reached chapter ten! Yay! Aren't you happy? I have never finished ten chapters before:) So basically, I wanted to make the story different from your average fairytale that is so obviously coming. I was listening to Never Grow Up, by Taylor Swift and I got lulled by the sweet but sad cadence of the song, and part of me wants to bring it into the story, the sadness and the softness of it. Of course, I won't make it too sad because I'll just start to feel depressed with it, but I think I'm changing the course of how things are going to flow here, chapter by chapter.

CHAPTER TEN:

  Never judge a book by its cover. That's my Mom's favourite quotation to use when she was giving me a boy talk. It came up most often in our breakfasts, and it was the number one point on the piece of reminder taped in my living room. Our conversations would usually go like this:

  "Juliet, never judge a book by its cover." She would say.

  I would pause in the middle of eating my cereal. 

  "Mom, it's seven a.m in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get my heart broken just yet."

  "Oh you never know." She said darkly, a shadow crossing over her eyes. "I didn't believe my mother when she told me this." I saw her nod to herself.

  "Don't worry. I'm learning from your mistakes, so I won't repeat them." I said with as much reassurance as I could muster with my brain determined to shut down in the morning.

  "When you meet this really sweet guy, he's not really sweet, okay?" She added.

  "Mom, so if I meet a jerk, he's not really a jerk?" I asked.

  "Sometimes." She corrected me.

  I would roll my eyes.

  This was how it was.

  I never really paid attention to that part. I mean, if we all go around not judging people by how they look and talk, we would be suspicious all the time. That wasn't how I really wanted to live my life. So, I would reserve my suspicions for some special occasions.

  To tell you a secret, when I was younger, I had this weird, whacked up part of me that couldn't stop analyzing people. I would take in their every sentence, every move, everything!(so you know why I do literature.) And then, I would deduce how they would feel, their motives, well, basically everything about them. But after awhile, I realized that I was growing paranoid over this particular characteristic of mine so when I entered high school, I managed to chuck it to the back of my mind and stop doing it excessively. I stopped looking at people so much, and tried to learn how to trust someone without having them prove themselves to me.  

  Unless, of course, they had other intentions.

  One type of people I never stopped looking out for are the players. They...are just like my dad. They play and toy with your feelings, then dump you in the corner once they're done with you. They may have a dozen girlfriends behind them, but they'll never get enough. They will take every opportunity to flirt with you, to give you some hope that they might like you but when you leave, all he does is turn to the next girl and do the exact same thing. They are usually the most charming, the most hottest, the most gorgeous, or the one with the outgoing personality. They would come over and talk to you when you're alone, and they'll make you feel all warm and happy inside.

  But underneath all those overwhelming feelings, you don't feel right. That's because your body is screaming at you, its instinct blaring as loud as it could, telling you that you're only going to get hurt but those feelings are just too strong for you to realize. I have built up some defence shield against those players a long time ago, but there's this quote that's something about...about learning continuously. Yes. It should be applied to this matter as well. We have to keep learning. Always.