A Noun

Chapter five: Revelation

Revelation
Rev•e•la•tion
Noun
1. The making known of something that was previously secret or unknown.

I know. I know I was all over the place. I was a jumble of thoughts and words and I was bursting with creativity.

I had my idea. My spark for the novel I was to write had come to me and I was desperate to get to a piece of paper to write it down.

I rushed through the school halls and brushed past people as I nearly ran through the crowds since the bell had just rung.

I needed to get this idea down before I would forget it.

I rushed and I didn't watch where I was going.

I smacked into someone in front of me.

I was nearly knocked onto my blue Jean covered ass when I bumped into that guy.

Instead I was intrigued by him. He was nice enough that he had told me to be careful in a nice tone, not like a jerk. I knew his name was Cole.

Cole was a dirty blonde grade twelve that had a large friend group. He was well known in the school for soccer and often bullied others.

Yet I found something interesting about him. I'm not so sure what, but when he spoke to me the next day, I listened.

"So, I wondered if you'd Wanna have lunch."

I furrowed my brows and asked him why. "Well, I ah.." he shrugged as he seemed to be genuine. "You look pretty."

Now, I like to think there was more to this.

But my parents were thrilled. This made them over joyed and absolutely rooting for this guy to really like me.

I thought I maybe did in fact like him and that he was a good guy.

Why was I so stupid?

He made me swear that at school we wouldn't be seen together, and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone that he was taking me on a date.

But when we were on that date, things fell fast.

"Books?" He asked me with a disgusted and confused look.

He had taken me to dinner. It was nice, but I didn't exactly feel comfortable where we were. I would have much liked something more laid back.

I nodded small. "I like to read."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I didn't think you were such a nerd."

That was a deal breaker.

Yet I sat still.

Word spread quickly within school about me. The rumours flew and I was offended by that little asshole.

The rumour about me what that I was mentally ill, and tried to become a character in a book.

I stormed over to Cole at his table of snickering idiots at lunch. I was beyond furious.

I grabbed his chin as I bit the cap of my black sharpie and spat it out.

He squirmed, but I only held tighter as I wrote in his forehead.

"I'm a jackass." Was proudly displayed on his forehead in consequence.

He stormed after me. He was so furious that I was thinking maybe he'd go cry to his mom.

"What the hell was this for?!"

"He that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose." I quoted Anne Bronte in my rage.

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