The Truth Hurts

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

"W-what?" He stammers. He looked like he didn't believe my words. His eyes were unreadable.

"I like you too." I say like it was no big deal but it really was. It was the biggest deal of deals for me right now. Telling the guy you like was a really big deal but I hid those feelings and made my face a mask of sureness.

"You shouldn't like a monster like me." He suddenly snarled. His expression had changed from shock to anger. Anger at who or what? I didn't know. I had flinched at the word monster, remembering a certain monster of my life.

"Why not?" I challenged.

"Because you don't know me." He spits. "And if you did, you wouldn't even consider liking me at all."

"So why do you like me then, huh?" I ask him. The tone of anger in my voice could not be missed. I was so angry at him for being so confusing.

He remained silent, probably thinking of an answer. I didn't wait for him to reply and I just let out what I needed to let out.

"You don't know me as much as I don't know you, Walter." I scoffed. "How about we sit inside a coffee shop and tell each other our dark secrets, huh? Tell me what haunts you at night, tell me what makes you a monster, tell me your deepest and darkest secrets. Don't worry, I'll tell you what haunts me at night, what kills me everyday, what it's like to know a real monster up close and personal. Then let's see if we'd still like each other then." I said mockingly.

I was looking at him intently, waiting for a sarcastic reply. I was waiting for him to counter me. To challenge me. To make me feel weak as much as he had made me feel weak earlier on. But his words never came. He had merely glanced at me and turned for his car, walking away from me. I had seen pain in his eyes and immediately regretted what I had said and done. He didn't deserve those words being spat out at him. He had been trying to help me these past few days after all. But it was too late to take anything back. What's done is done and there was no turning back.

I tried to say something -- anything -- to make him realize that I was truly sorry for those hurtful words I had said. He was right. I did not know him. I knew he liked peanut butter but I didn't know what he'd been through or what he was currently going through with his life. I felt so bad for what I'd done. Dalton was this strong guy that everyone never wanted to mess with. He was scary and strong. Nobody could ever pick a fight with him. But I, Devon Lucas, had managed to make Dalton not worthy of making a comeback. I had managed to make him feel like a loser. I had managed to hurt him. I had managed to make him walk away, turning away from facing his problems. And it wasn't something to be proud of.

You know, usually, when you and your crush admit that you like each other, it'd feel great and you'd both be happy going on dates and such? For Dalton and I, it was different. Way different. Not to mention, way confusing. You and your crush wouldn't spat at each other and insult each other when you had said those unsaid feelings. I could only imagine Tara saying, 'Well you and Dalton are a confusing pair from hell.'

He went inside his car and I waited. The car engine didn't come alive, the tires didn't squeal away from me. It was still in front of me, unmoving. I was dying to see Dalton's expression right now but the windows were tinted.

Seeing as there was nothing else I could do, I started walking away from the parking lot and from the school.

Yeah, we like each other but we don't like each other, I thought to myself while I walked. What a perfect Disney movie. Walt Disney would be so proud. Not.