Eternity's Promise

Chapter 6

Delilah’s POV

Aaron has been ignoring me for weeks. What is his problem? I don’t understand. He said he would help me, or at least listen to me. He didn’t say there were limitations or requirements for his help. He’s supposed to be my friend, I probably talked to him just as much as I talked to Rose and about the same things. Now, he’s not being my friend, he’s not even being minimally polite. To be honest, I miss him. He’s in some of my same classes, he’s in the same building but I’ve never felt so far away from him. The longest distance is when he makes eye contact and doesn’t acknowledge me, like I never meant anything to him, like we were never friends.

I need him to speak to me, or I need to speak to him. I have to ask him why he’s ignoring me and how we can go back to normal. He just doesn’t want me getting hurt by Tyson, that’s a reasonable concern considering Tyson isn’t exactly thoughtful and caring of other people’s feelings. If I can get Tyson to like me then, Aaron and Rose will no longer worry about me and most importantly, Aaron will stop ignoring me, I hope.

I’m going for my final step in the plan to get Tyson. To simply say I like him and if he likes me back , we can go on a date. I’ll tell him after school, now I just need to get the courage to do so. We’ve talked in the same conversations before and I’ve laughed at his jokes and have just tried to be appealable, but I haven’t gotten any positive feedback, like him flirting back or even acknowledging me. He wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t even in class for example, so I have been feeling worthless around him, but that just gives me more incentive because I have nothing to lose, just potential gains.

I see Tyson after school talking to a group of girls, and I immediately feel stupid for thinking I can just go up to him and say ‘I like you,’ he’s going to think I’m joking. I am a joke. Gosh, I can’t do this. I am about to turn around and go sulk in my room when he calls me over.

“Hey Delilah, come over here!” he yells from a distance. A smile spreads over my lips automatically and butterflies come out of their cocoons to flutter around in my stomach, just hearing him say my name does that. I turn around and casually say hey, like he didn’t just make my entire day.

“Can you invite Rose to my party tonight? You’re invited too,” he says

“Yeah, I’d love to go!”

“Okay, do you think Rose will come?” he asks. The girls that were circling around him leave clearly disappointed his attention is focused on me, as opposed to them.

“Yeah, we’ll probably get ready together or something like that,” I reply

He starts motioning to go when I grab onto his arms and tell him to stop

“Wait, Tyson, I have something to tell you,” I say hoping he cant sense the nervousness emanating out of my every fiber

“What?” he asks kind of annoyed. I dismiss that possibility.

“I like you, and I was wondering if maybe you like me too? Maybe we could go out or something?” I say, without making any eye contact.

He looks at me, widening his eyes, his eyebrows raised in bewilderment, looking at me like I am crazy.

“You’re joking, right?”

At that moment, I wish I was. So, I pretend to laugh it off, and act like he didn’t just devastate me in every possible way. I knew this would happen. Why would I think that he would every like me? I’m just an average girl, with unrealistic hopes.

“Of course! You should have seen your face. It was a dare,” I say, faking laughter, and holding in my tears. I want to just run away at that moment and never look back.

“I’m sorry, actually I’m not sorry, I’m just saying the truth, I don’t like you. You’re a normal person that  I don’t have anything against or definitely any feelings for.”

Can’t he just stop talking and prolonging my misery. I nod, not knowing what else to do.

He continues, “you never had a chance.”

I blurt out why before thinking how desperate I must look.

“Because for some inexplicable reason, defying logic, tradition, and my natural being, I like Rose.”

“Really?” that makes sense, all the puzzle pieces are starting to be put together, to make a picture that makes sense.

“She’s so beautiful and smart. She wants to aspire to so much and wants to make an impact on this world. She inspires me, I feel so small and inferior next to her and she makes me want to be better. Everyone else makes me feel like I can’t be anything else and that it is fine to just be satisfied with barely passing my classes and just getting away with anything because of my good looks. She expects more from me. She doesn’t treat me by my exterior, rather my character. She treats me the way I treat others. She treats me like a regular person, like I am not any more special than anyone else. She makes me want to prove that I can be special and different and make a difference in someone else’s life. She makes me realize that this world does not consist of only us. When we’re together, I feel like I can do anything and be anything, she expects that from me and everyone and what I want to do more than anything I’ve ever known is to impress her by my character, not my looks.  I want her, her quirkiness, and her personality. She makes me notice the little things and everything about her. I can spend my whole life getting to know every fascinating fact about her, and I want to.” He sighs, his eyes glinting in a way I have never seen before

I know for a fact, he was never meant for me. I don’t want him anymore, I want him to be with Rose.