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Chapter 3: Why Would we Fight?

Dane reached over the coffee table and kissed me, which surprised me at first, but I should know by now to guess that something will always happen with this boy. He kissed me- a lot. I had never kissed anyone like this. I flopped onto his lap and tracked his lips with my finger.

"I like you," I said in between kisses. In that moment, I felt like it was one of the most true things I had ever said.

"I like you too," he said. And I trusted him at the moment. Maybe it was love, maybe it was this newfound passion. I'll never know. Was I in love? Is this what love really feels like? I pulled away from Dane. He looked at me with his sad brown eyes.

"Is everything ok?" He asked, holding strong eye contact. I hoped he did not think he did anything wrong because he has not yet.

"Everything is fine," I said, trying to reassure him so he didn't feel like he did anything wrong. I did really like Dane but something about this seemed a little too weird. I knew Dane liked me and I knew I liked him but there was something telling me that it wasn't how it seemed. But, as always, Ignored the feelings. I want a Dane to be mine. But, father would either kill me or have a heart attack if he ever found out about us. If I was going to date Dane it would have to be in secret.

"Dane," I asked, breaking up my thoughts, "I have a proposition about us, rather whatever this relationship is." There- I finally said it. I blurted out my thoughts and ideas. I was in a venerable state and I hoped he wouldn't decline.

"Okay, what is it," he said, kissing me more as I thought about exactly how I was going to phrase my words. It was a tad distracting, but then again I was ok with this distraction. I began by asking him a simple question, one he was sure to say yes to- I hoped.

"Would you be interested in being in a relationship with me?" There I asked Dane exactly what I knew he wanted to hear. His eyes immediately lit up. What I said next me the bright glimmer in his beautiful eyes fade.

"If you would want to," I knew he would, "It would have to be in secret. You know what my father would do if he found out about us." I looked at Dane and thought about how he was my rival, my enemy, but I was in love with him. I thought about our first kiss in seventh grade. The time we spent on the whale watching trip was a time like no other, but as always, I longed for more.

"Ali, I like you a lot too, but..." Crap, there's a but. Shit I knew this was a bad idea. I don't know what I was thinking. Who am I turning into? I've never acted like this before.

"No, no, you really don't have to if you don't want to." I said abruptly, scrambling off his lap.

"Ali, wait," he said, trying to make eye contact but I wouldn't budge. "If you hadn't cut me off you would have heard my answer already." I wasn't so sure I wanted to hear his answer but I was slightly intrigued. And with that he grabbed my wandering fingertips and mashed them against his, kissing me more. He tried to pull me back onto his lap, but I stood planted in the same place, realizing he never told me his answer. When a puzzling look came over his face I asked Dane,

"So what's your answer?" He pulled away hesitating for a brief moment.

"Ali, I want to be your boyfriend. I want everyone to know about us. I want to show you off-"I drew the line at that, cutting him off, as I broke into an angry rage.

"Show me off!?" I yelled. I darted back, knocking over the coffee table. I knocked magazines and books across the room.

"I am not some trophy you won at a soccer tournament or medal you won at a science fair. I am not some certificate for winning most likely to succeed. I am a human, a human that I thought you loved. You don't show me off to others." At this point tears were screaming out of my eyes like Niagara Falls and my voice had gone horse.

"Ali, I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to come out that way. I just got excited that you were finally as into me as I am to you." I was still upset, crying harder and harder by the minute.

"I think you should go. Honestly I think you should have been gone a few minutes ago." I never felt this feeling before. It was like hurt anger and sadness rolled into one feeling. With that Dane left. After he carefully closed the door, I still stood there for a few minutes in that same place. I was stunned emotionless with fresh tears streaming from my eyes and trickling down my face every few seconds.

After too much time had passed, I gathered up all of the magazines and books that fell from the coffee table and turned the coffee table back onto his four legs. After I straightened out the living room, I walked up the stairs, up to my bedroom and collapsed into my bed. As late afternoon faded into tonight, I heard each one of my family members come home. I couldn't care enough to come down for dinner. Eventually I fell asleep. Then I was rudely awakened.