Rivals

Aftermath

"He's definitely gonna write you a letter. You heard him: 'I like your style.' You watch, it'll happen."

"Yeah I highly doubt that, but thanks I guess? For the support? If that's what that is? Anyways he isn't gonna write me a letter, and I hope he doesn't because I don't like him. Why would he write me one, I started mine by listing reasons why I hate him," I told my mom.

"Hmmm okay but be prepared for him to confess his love to you next week," my mom warned me.

"Not gonna happen."

And it didn't. In fact, Tyler completely ignored me. Aside from a few sentences spoken here or there, it was like we were total strangers. Everything went exactly how I expected - and wanted - it to. But then at the end of the following Monday I found myself lingering behind after class to see if he'd stop me because he had "something to say." He didn't, and every day I left school with a twinge of disappointment in my gut.

It was just as my wacky brain was winding down from all of this that I was reminded of the Halloween party at the end of October and the range of emotions I'd felt and the memory of being held at the white shirt party came flooding back, and suddenly I couldn't wait for the party and I needed Tyler to be there. 

And be there he was.