Valentine's Day

Chapter Twenty-Two

Since I have so much free time, I shall take as much advantage as I can of it! :) I love this chapter because woah man, the characters are so scheming and plott-ish! Enjoy my dears!

  I plopped down on a bench, chucking my bag to the side. This was annoying. After racking my brains for the whole day, I still had no idea who to ask to the dance. Sure, some guys I don't even know have asked me but honestly, I'm not about to go and act coy and flirtatious with a guy I don't know or trust. Besides, I wouldn't want any of them turning up in my driveway with a bunch of roses and some sloppy lines of Romeo and Juliet. If I choose someone that doesn't understand that during this period, I'm going to actually just be using him, I might start a whole lot of drama I didn't plan on having.

  Since when did asking a date out to dance become so complicated?

  Oh right, since I met Thomas. I forgot.

I sighed and stared out at the open field. There hasn't been a game in months, and the grass in the football field seemed a little shaggy and overgrown, but it made it seem less fake and pruned. Sometimes, when something is too perfect, you feel as if there is some wrongness about it, like nothing is meant to be perfect. Well, nothing is perfect anyway, but sometimes, there are some exceptions. For example, there is something called perfectly hating the guy that created a big problem for you...

  I closed my eyes as a breeze blew past the stands, bringing with it the smell of old smelly cans left here since the last game and the freshness and spiciness of the trees. If only Thomas hadn't turned up. I could go on living my life, thinking about how much love doens't exist and how I didn't have to deal with that problem. Come to think of it, maybe I caused those problems myself. If I didn't get deceived my Thomas on our very first meeting and divulged the fact that I never fall in love, MAYBE, he wouldn't find me much of a game. 

  Ah, dammit.

  How was I supposed to find a date in three days? Okay, fine, if you don't count the day of the dance itself, I only have two days left! Gosh! Man, I sound like a love-obssessed freak here.

  "Glaring at the field does not solve your problems." A low voice echoed from behind me. 

  I jumped, startled at the fact that I didn't realize that someone was behind.

  "Richard!" I scolded, annoyed that I was so deep in thought to not have realized his presence.

  He gave a low chuckled and climbed onto the seat beside mine.

  "What are you doing here?" I demanded, irritated that someone interrupted my alone time. 

  "You sound pissed." He smirked. 

  "Well, I had wished that you had stayed with your popular gang with all those rich kids and jocks but..." I rolled my eyes.

  Richard flicked his hair to the side and stared ahead.

  "I have a proposition for you, Juliet Grace." He said in a stoic voice.

  I stiffened as he said my surname. I never liked telling anyone about my surname. It was the one link I had with my father, and I didn't like that one bit.

  "What?"

  "I heard that you're asking around for a partner for the dance." He said, his voice suddenly smooth and eloquent.

  "And so I am." My mind was in a rush as I took his sentences, spliting them apart and running forward to plan.

  "And so, I'm here to present as an appropriate partner that you can use." He smirked a little at that.