Valentine's Day

Chapter Fourteen

In real life, I'm not the kind of girl who would face-off with a girl I don't like-like use insults in a harsh way and sarcasm dripping from every sentence so obviously, I would relish the chance to make my characters use it. The outcome? I felt so satisfied, for if I was born to be like Juliet, this is how I would do it. Minus her clumsy acts though.:) 

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  I winced as the second bell rung. Great, I thought. I was officially late for Literature. I was so going to get into trouble for this but well, someone with a devious mind had to break this poor girl's heart so early in the morning, and I couldn't just leave her there sobbing her heart out. 

  Unlike someone, I had a heart.

  For the past half an hour, I had learned from Carmen(that was the girl's name. Doesn't it sound pretty?) that Thomas, the new sweetheart of the school, had accidentally collided with her when he first entered the school. He was late, and had sought her help to find his history class. All this while, I just listened in total amazement. This boy had managed to flirt with a nice freshman the moment he stepped into school! He was truly amazing! I have honestly never seen someone who broke the record of speed flirting.

  I was grossed out.

  "And...and he said that I...I wasn't right for him." Carmen sobbed.

  I sighed as I gave her another tissue.

  "Carmen, I really don't think that you should be upset over him. He isn't worth it," I said gently.

  "But...but he said that-"

  "Honestly," I interjected impatiently. "He may seem like a perfect prince charming with the most amazing character and the best hair but as you can tell, he is a jerk. So, you shouldn't bother crying over such a douche bag."

  "How do you know that?" She said defensively.

  I swallowed a sigh. I was being rather unfair to her actually. Usually, girls who just had their hearts broken are unstable, emotional and sensitive. They would feel as if they were in the wrong, and their self-esteem would be in a terrible state. I wasn't supposed to judge her now, but comfort her.

  "Look, you say that you've heard that I give good love advice, right?" I asked.

  She sniffed and nodded.

  "Well, I don't believe in crushes and love itself, so I can see the full picture better than you do. And what I'm seeing is that boy whom you think is perfect, isn't. I met him the day before you did, and I thought he was too." I cringed at my own overlook.

  Carmen stopped crying-well, at least she stopped her sniffing.

  "You did? But," I saw her eyes flash with a little envy.

  "By some tragedy, our parents are high school friends. Besides that point, I thought that he was a nice guy too..until I saw him flirting with another girl. I know this hurts," I added quickly when her tears threatened to overflow again. "But I really can assure you that this guy is not worth crying over. He is a fabulous actor, and I'm guessing that you thought that he was perfect for you."

  Carmen nodded.

  "He seemed to understand me so well, and I felt as if I knew him forever. It was easy to talk to him," She added with that hopeful expression that made my heart die a little.

  "I know. I felt that way too." I said quietly.

  I waited as she accepted that fact. She seemed to have frozen into some immobile carving.