The Truth Hurts

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Red hearts. Pink hearts. Red and pink. More red. More pink. So many hearts.

Everywhere I turned, people handed out red and pink cards, cookies, cupcakes and roses. It was that time of the year again. Valentine's Day. That time when you see a girl turn scarlet because some boy just gave her a red rose. That time when girls surround another girl screaming and squealing about the boy who just walked away and gave her a card in the shade of pink. That time when you see couples kissing and friends hugging and screaming "I love you" in each others' faces. That time when those single people cross their arms and drone on and on about being forever alone. That time when I went up to my locker and saw a red rose taped on it. I took it and read the note hanging from the stem:

I highly agree that this rose belongs to a beautiful girl with green eyes that I know can see through my soul. I'm hoping I make her smile when she receives this.

Happy Valentine's Day.

- DW

"Oh my god!" Someone squeals from behind me, surprising me. I turn around to see Tara trying to read the note over my shoulder while Sandra is in a daze, a red envelope in her hands. "Is that from Dalton?!"

"Shhhh!" I scold her. I look around the hallway hoping nobody heard her. "I don't want people finding out and getting their noses in my business."

"One simply does not hide a budding relationship with the wonderful, handsome, Greek god-looking and mysterious boy named Dalton Walter." Tara recites in a singsong voice.

"But one simply does not want girls giving her murderous looks because Dalton Walter gave her a rose and a card." I protest. "Besides, it's not like this means much."

"Not like this means much?!" Tara shouts, a bit too loud and I start questioning why I even hang out with this weird yet awesome girl. "This means a whole lot! You don't understand! Dalton never asks a girl out nor does he give red roses and a card to a girl! That's just not him. No. Zip. Never been him."

"Okay, fine. I get what you're saying." I tell her, giving in before she gave me another round of "Dalton Is Not A Romantic" lessons. "But he and I... We've been through a lot in the past few short weeks---"

"That you never tell us anything about." Tara interrupts.

"Well, it's just that they're really... Private stuff. I think if I told you about mine and Dalton's encounters, Dalton would totally bully me and torture me and do all sorts of mean things to me. I really don't want that."

"But we're like the closest friends you have..." Tara trails off, hurt is obvious in her tone. I definitely didn't want to hurt her. She's been such a great friend but sharing all those things about Dalton felt wrong. I just couldn't do that.

"I know." I say apologetically. "But I don't know if you've ever experienced this before or what, but have you ever met someone whose made a big impact in your life and you share all these memories and talk to each other about whatever and when you're with them you don't want that moment to end because they've become someone who means so much to you? That's how it feels with Dalton. I hope you understand why I can't tell you a lot of stuff about us."