Think Again

"He'd be stupid not to."

Chapter 16: “He’d be stupid not to.”

‘I don’t want another pretty face, I don’t want just anyone to hold. I don’t want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul.’

Everyone is talking about prom these past few weeks. I don’t know what’s the big deal about prom. Why is everyone so obsessed about it?

“What is the big deal about prom anyway?” I ask and suddenly the whole table is quiet.

Mary laughs.

“Boo, you obviously ain’t been to one before. But this day, is every girl’s dream. It’s the day for every normal girl to feel like she’s the princess. It’s the closest we’ll ever get to our wedding day at this age, you know what I’m saying?”

I nod slowly. I guess that’s great, yeah. But, still. What’s the big fuss?

“I haven’t been to one for sure. But what’s all the hussle?”

She sighs dramatically.

“Annie, you see, when prom is just around the corner, boys prepare a grand gesture just to ask their desired one to prom. It’s really a huge thing if you have a person you dream to go to prom with and it becomes reality!” 

Geez, she’s so excited.

“Yeah, I guess it’s really a bid deal. Speaking of, do you think Chis is going to ask me?”

She smacks my arm.

“He’d be stupid not to, boo! You don’t need to worry about anything. I see the way he looks at you.”

*

Friday 

3:16 pm

I haven’t seen Chris all day. I called him huge amount of times but he hadn’t picked up even once. I’ve sent him butt loads of messages but I hadn’t heard anything from him at all.

Where is he?

I decide to stop by my locker before walking home. As I move closer to my locker, I see that there’s a bright yellow sticky note stuck to the door of my locker.

In almost unreadable writing, it said,

Annie,

I stare  at it a moment longer before shaking my head. I rip it off and stuff it into my bag. I’ll have to ask my brother about it later. 

I sigh once I step into the house, I’m once again, home alone.

It’s not like I blame my mom or my brother for being busy, it’s just that when they’re not busy with work, they’re always busy with something else. It’s like nothing is ever less important than me. It wasn’t like that back then. It started when dad left.

Dad.

I miss him so much. How could he? I am supposed to be his princess. He’s supposed to kiss me on the head before I go to school, tell me I’m beautiful every single day, protect me. 

Like always, tears are pouring down my face as I sob violently. 

I run up the stairs to my room. I push the door open then kick it close, and my ear are met with a loud slam. I don’t even bother flicking on the lights as I run, longing to just hide away from everyone. But I don’t make it to my bed at all. Instead, I bump into someone. We both topple on to my room floor with me on top.