Scared of Falling in Love

Emotional Wreck No More?

"Now remember class. Delicate brush strokes or else the flower won't turn out the way I expect it to. Not putting any pressure on you guys, but this painting counts for 70% of your grade", says Mr. Nicolas, pacing around the classroom, spectating students' paintings. The class groans and make complaints under their breath, careful not to let Mr. Nicolas hear, Lily being one of them. My eyes grow wide. If I don't ace this project, my GPA will be ruined.

"Easy there, girl. Don't worry! So far you've aced every single project this year. I'm sure you'll do fine", Lily says. She's focusing all of her attention on her painting, yet she still manages to smirk, apparently amused by the fact that I might go crazy.

"It hurts that you find my pain amusing", I say with a smile, teasing her.

Lily slams her brush on her canvas stand rushes her hands through her hair. "You know what? I can't focus on this right now. Mason and I haven't even decided on what to wear to homecoming ", she says sitting down. My turn to be amused.

"You mean you haven't figured out what you guys are wearing", I ask, setting down my brush and scooting my chair up in front of her.

"Exactly. And I know you know what it's like to stress over a dress for the dance. You used to love dances", she says. Mr. Nicolas shushes Lily, and as soon as he turns away, she flips him off. "LILY", I cry, careful not to be too loud. "I've told you a million times not to use that finger around me", I say, eyes growing wide. I expected an apology from her, but all she does is laugh, which admittedly makes me laugh too.

Back onto the dance topic, I actually did used to love them. I was always on the dance committee. I wanted to make sure that everyone was happy at the dance. I chose the song playlist, and picked out the themes and decorations. I did it all because I loved seeing the smiles on people's faces as they walked into the dance. I also used to look forward to the dances because I always had Nate to go with. I swear I was so hypnotized by the idea of having him as my boyfriend that I was blind when it came to noticing how his attention was never on me, but on other prettier girls instead. My friends are the ones that noticed, but never had the heart to tell me until after we broke up. So with all of that plus the Nate snd Scarlette incident, I've never been able to enjoy any of the dances after that.
*DUN DUN DUN*
I know it sounds dramatic, but it's true.

"Anyways, I never said I don't love dances. I just don't enjoy them, and you know why", I say.

"Oh please. Nate has ruined everything for you hasn't he? It's not fair", she says throwing another one of her little tantrums, which I definitely find amusing.

At the mention of Nate's name, I wait for my eyes to get watery or for my blood to start boiling, but nothing happened.... "Wait. Lily. Say his name again", I say. "Who? Nate?", she asks, looking at me like a crazy person, well crazier person. "Yes. Now explain what he did to me", I push on.

"Ha. Which part", she asks sarcastically, but then continues hesitantly. "He- well he never paid any attention to you. He always flirted with other girls. He kissed Scarlette", she says, looking up and raises her eyebrows once she sees my expression. Nothing. Her expression goes from confused to shocked, then finally to realization. She jumps out of her chair.

"You're not freaking out", she says, pointing at my face.

"I'm not freaking out", I say, putting a huge smile on my face.

"You're not freaking out", she repeats, this time shouting it out.

I look around the class and see everyone's heads turned in our direction.

Lily lets out a relieved laughed. "He broke you!"

"He broke me."

"Kissed another girl!"