11 Things I Hate About You

Chapter 4

"Please don't tell anyone."

"So that's all what you wanted from me? To keep your goddamn secret? Are you scared, Tyler? Of what they'd think of you when they find out what you and your perverted friends did?" I snapped.

"No, it's not that. Dakota ... please. Just hear me out for a sec," he mumbles.

"I've been here for just about 3 minutes and I'm already sick of your jerkface!" I yell. I pick up my stuff to leave.

"Alright ... I admit it. Maybe I am scared. But please don't tell anyone. Especially your friends. They seem like really nice people and I don't want them to have mixed opinions on me," he mumbles as he keeps looks to the ground.

"It's not mixed if it's true."

He looks as if he's about to say something ... but stops.

"You have all the reasons in this world to hate me," he mutters.

He stands up and walks closer to me.

"I don't hate you," I reply softly.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"I--I don't know. I'm just ... I'm scared too, I guess."

Dear Ross,

Today sucked. I can't believe I just had a 'decent' talk with my ex-boyfriend ... of whom which I should be hating. He's scared ... and I am too.

Hey, we've got a lot in common, huh?

Just kidding.

Note to self: The next time a boy invites you to a playground ... specifically, inside a tunnel, do not give in.

I didn't leave right after my confession ... of ... you know, me being scared? I stayed a bit and we talked a little more. It was nice.

By the way, don't kill me when I tell you this, but ...

I kinda invited him over ... this weekend.

Don't kill me.

I'm really stupid when it comes to these things.

You know, crazy stupid love?

Wait--love?

This can't be happening.

Another note to self: Beware of Tylers. They're very dangerous men.

So I guess I'll have to close this entry since I really need to pull myself together.

And I gotta watch The Scissoring too so ...

Wish me luck.