The Truth Hurts

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was the next day at Social Studies class when Dalton and I professed our hate towards each other.

Mr. Cooley had given all of us time to start getting to know each other for our project.

Instead of getting to know each other though, Dalton and I started bickering.

"Your face looks weird today." He said. "Oh wait, it always is."

"Way to be so mature, Dalton." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I hear sarcasm in your tone. That means I offended you." He said with triumph.

"No. It just means you're annoying me." I told him.

"So I'm pretty sure I know what to put in the scrapbook about you." He told me, amusement written all over his face. He was probably amused with annoying and insulting me. What a jerk.

"What's that?" I asked him pretending like I didn't really care.

"Devon Lucas is a very short-tempered girl who has no sense of humor at all." He said. I was about to protest but he cut me off. "Hold up, I'm not done. Devon is also crushing on yours truly but can't admit how hot I am because she knows she'll only get rejected. Her life is sad. The end."

I was in rage. This guy didn't know his limits, did he?

"Shut up." I say angrily and look to the opposite side so I don't have to see his annoying smirk.

If he thought I liked him, he thought wrong. Very wrong. I don't think I'd ever go for an asshole like him.

"I've offended you." He said.

"Happy now?" I told him, anger still noticeable in my voice. "Mission accomplished? Hurrah? Yay?"

"Come on, I was just kidding." He makes me turn around but I don't. "You have to look at me and talk to me or Mr. Cooley's gonna embarrass us in front of everyone when he sees we're not doing what we're supposed to do."

He was right. I sigh and turn my head back to look at him but I just glare at him.

"Stop it." He says. "Your face is scary."

"I hate you, you know that?" I shoot more daggers at him.

"The feeling is mutual." He tells me and smirks.

"I didn't even do anything to you for you to be such an ass to me." I said. "Unless, you were born an asshole. I wouldn't really doubt that."

"You ran into me two times and hurt my butt." He told me. "Oh, and you also barged in the room I was chilling around at Reid's party. I needed privacy. Not cool at all."

"That's it?" I looked at him with a what-the-hell kind of face. He nodded and I try not to snicker. "Oh my god, you are so immature."

"Immature my ass." He told me. "I've got surprises on your way." He grins at me and I know he's up to something.

I was gonna ask him what but then the bells rings signaling that it was time for lunch. I stand up from my seat and walk out as fast as I can away from Dalton.

For the rest of the day, I pretty much tried to avoid running into Dalton in the hallways. I didn't think I could stand having another bickering session with him. I'd probably end up killing myself if I had to put up with him again.

School had just finished and I was making my way home. I decided to walk by the soccer field to explore the neighborhood more.

People were still milling around, probably waiting for their friends to come out.

"Watch out!" A guy shouts from the field.

I looked up and saw a soccer ball headed in my direction. It was too late for me though. The ball went hard down on my head and I fell down on the grass.

I was dazed for a few seconds, people around me were laughing and some gave me pitied looks. I looked out onto the field to see who kicked the ball. My eyes landed on a dark-haired boy and icy blue eyes with a smirk on his face.

My insides slowly fill with rage. Dalton had kicked the ball into my direction on purpose, embarrassing me in front of a majority of the student body.

He runs up to me minutes later and pretends to feel sorry about it.

"I'm sorry." He tells me with a fake sympathetic look. "It's not like I had control over where the ball would go or who it would hit."

"Yeah right." I say through my gritted teeth. "You did that on purpose. You're an asshole." I jab my finger into his chest and he winced.

He tried to say something else but by that time, I was already walking away. People around me were snickering and whispering. Some didn't really care but a lot of people did. I was so humiliated and angry. Tears were threatening to fall down on my face.

I couldn't believe he would stoop down that low just to show me how much he really hated me. His reasons on hating me weren't even reasonable. He was just an asshole looking for someone to pick on and I guess being the new girl, I was the someone that he picked to insult. Just amazing. Life couldn't get any better than this.

* * *

Once I got home, I went up to my room immediately ignoring my mom's offer of chocolate chip cookies and Danny's pleas of playing Mario Kart on the Wii with him.

I plopped down on my bed, took my iPhone out of my back pocket and called a long-time friend from Virginia.

"Hello?" The girl on the other end said.

"Patricia, hey." I said.

"Aw hey, Dev!" Patricia exclaims. "What's up?"

"Well, let's just sa that there's this guy--" I started but she cuts me off.

"What guy? OMG!" She says excitedly.

"No, not like that." I tell her. "As I was saying... There's this guy and he's a total jerk. He's been making me feel like shit the past couple of days. He's like a dust that's unremovable inside a beautiful home."

"Nice analogy." She said. "Just ignore him or be mean to him too, he deserves it anyway."

"I tried that but it didn't exactly work."

"He'll come around soon. He probably has some secret crush on you." She says teasingly and I know that she's smiling over the phone.

"Ew, no." I say disgustedly. "Never in a million years."

Patricia laughs. "If you say so." She says in a singsong voice. "Anyway." A pause. "Kale asked about you."

Kale was an ex-boyfriend of mine from back home. I shuddered at the mention of his name. There were too many bad memories that I didn't really want to relive right now.

"What do you mean he asked about me?" I ask slowly.

"Well, he asked where you were and I told him you moved to California. He said he didn't know that. You didn't tell him?" She asks me.

"There's no reason to tell him." I say bitterly. "Why does he even care? He has no right to care."

"Chill out, Devon." Patricia tells me. "Maybe he's changed, you know."

"One year isn't enough to change a demon like him."

"That's harsh." She clicks her tongue.

"I don't care."

"Sorry I ever brought it up." Patricia says.

"It's alright." I sighed. "I have to go now. Gotta do some schoolwork. Eww."

"Sure thing! Talk to you soon, Dev."

"Talk to you soon too, Patricia. Bye." I hung up the phone and stared up at the ceiling.

I tried to avoid thinking of Kale and what happened between us so I thought of good things instead. Good things like Leonardo DiCaprio, cookies, ice cream and others.

I had no more time to be sad right now. No more.