Diary of a Preppy Girl

7: Unwanted Tears....Agents on a Mission

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Chapter 7

"Diana, babe, what's wrong?"

I hugged Daniel tighter. He started to rub his hand on my back up and down.

"Nothing," I mumbled into his shirt.

He took his arm from around me and put his hands in my shoulders and pulled me away. "No, tell me what's wrong."

I scoffed. "Why should I like, even tell you?"

He sighed.

"I'm your boyfriend, that's why," he said.

I reached to wipe my eyes, "you shouldn't even look at me, I probably look so ugly now."

He reached and cupped my face with his hand. I did not look into his eyes and stared down. "Look at me."

I looked up into his eyes, "stop, you're still beautiful. This just shows you have feelings."

"I hate these feelings, I hate crying, and I hate everything!" I whined, pushing him away from me.

Daniel pursed his lips. "Life is tough, that's for sure, but come on, you gotta stay positive lil' lady."

I smiled a little bit when he called me ill lady. Coming from him with his British accent, it sounded funny.

He smiled back. "There's that smile."

He pulled me back into his arms and hugged me tight again. "Alright, now please tell me what's wrong. What made you cry?"

I sighed, and pulled back away and went to sit down on my bed, covering my face with my hands. "It's so complicated..."

I heard him sit down softly beside me on the bed.

"You're not going to make fun of me or anything, right?" I asked him when I lifted my head back up.

He shook his head and frowned. "Of course I'm not going to make fun of you. That would be very low of me."

"Really?" I asked hopefully.

His facial features softened and his eyes grew even warmer. "Bloody hell, of course!"

I couldn't help but smile. Daniel is amazing. How could I even think he would hate me or not love me.

"Well....you like, really want to know?" I asked him and bit my lip.

"Tell me."

I exhaled loudly. "Okay. Here it goes." I paused dramatically. "My parents want to divorce."

His eyes went wide. "But..." He searched for words. "Why? Your parents..."

"Love each other." I finished for him. "I know it's hard to believe. You know they never fight at all."

"Then why?" He sounded super confused.

"Business."

"That's such bull."

"I know, like seriously."

"What's going to happen?"

"I don't know, my parents are going to probably sell the house. Separate the money and I will lose a great family and if my friends find out... everyone will hate me."