Valentine's Day

Chapter Twenty-One

HELLO MY DEARS! ah, this feels so weird to be uploading chapters at this fast rate, but WOAH I REACHED TWENTY-ONE! YAY! Okay, as you know, Juliet is an observer, so what I love about her is that she dissects every single word and movement someone else makes! Isn't it fun? I love doing it so much! Not that it doens't kill my brain cells to have to really plan everything beforehand, but I still love it! Okay! Enjoy!:)

  "Juliet, this is madness," Wes stopped the car at school, glaring at me.

  I sighed.

  "Wes, it isn't. I know what I'm doing. I just want to show Thomas that he is a pain in the butt. That's all! I won't get hurt!" I said patiently.

  "If he is anything that you say he is, it's dangerous! Look, you may look really pretty with your new haircut and wardrobe, but he isn't going to break easily." Wes persisted.

  I immediately took the first part of the sentence to divert his attention.

  "Really?" I smiled. "Do you think it's enough to dazzle Thomas for at least four seconds?"

  Wes rolled his eyes and knocked my head playfully.

  "I think it will dazzle any guy, Juliet. But that's not the point. Why are you changing yourself for that jerk?" He demanded.

  "I am so not changing myself for him, Wes. I simply became less childish." I explained. "Look," I gestured to my outfit. "This is still me! It's only that I learnt a little bit more than just t-shirts and shorts." 

  I didn't want to wear a dress because C'MON, it's highschool. I'm not going to live through a whole day at school feeling all weird and insecure. Sophie had picked an enormous amount of clothes after that first dress because she already knew what style I suited. Today, I just wore this sleeveless, flowy top and some brown paper-back looking kind of shorts which I had no idea where Sophie got them from. It was comfortable, and I felt great.

  "I don't want you to get hurt, Juliet. And you're going to get hurt because you're going to get screwed up by this guy." Wes said sadly.

  I smiled and mock punched his arm.

  "I won't, Wes. And your lack of faith in me is insulting. I am not going to get hurt. I'm going to be perfectly fine." I said happily. 

  Wes raised his eyebrows.

  "That just convinced me that you won't be."

  "Wes."

  "Alright, alright," He conceded. "I just wish that there was some way I can prevent this. I know how much it hurts when-"

  "Well," I butted in before he could finish his sentence, because I knew what he would say.

  He would say that he knew how it felt to have his heart broken and trampled to pieces, and I didn't want him to go there. I didn't want him to remember all that because no matter how fine he may look, I know that he's still suffering inside. Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I see the lights in the treehouse on, and I know that he wasn't over Jodie.

  "I can take care of myself, so you don't need to worry," I said brightly, grabbing my books as he unlocked the car door. "And I won't lose to him."

  "Juliet, please. Don't throw yourself into the boiling pot of stew." He said seriously.

  I sighed and smiled again.

  "Wes, there is no turning back to the deal I made with him. And I'm not throwing myself into a pot of stew because stew is nice, and I'm not using it to describe my situation. I know you care," I said quickly when he opened his mouth to argue. "But I really can take care of myself."