Silence is Worth a Thousand Words

Revenge and Romance Heroines

Two months later, I still replay that day in my mind every single minute I'm awake. I wish there was some way I could forget that horrible time. We're surviving--not living--without him. And just barely. I was walking through the park, trying to "clear my thoughts" as Logann called it. I had snapped and sort of yelled at him, so he forced me to go on a walk. I swear, he's acting older and older every day. It's like the responsibilities of an adult are taking over all of his teen thoughts.

Splash. Crap. I'd been so caught up in my own thoughts that I'd tripped into the pond! Ew. Brown slush and green slime was attaching itself to my clothes, sticking everywhere.

"Hahahahahaaaaaaa!" Someone was laughing at me. Really? Through the trees I saw the mysterious person who thought my failure was the funniest thing in the world. It was a boy, probably around my age, bent over with laughter. Revenge was happening. The boy came around the bend on the path and extended a hand to help me up, still chuckling a bit. I grasped his hand, smiling as if grateful. Then I pulled as hard as I could. Splash. He fell into the pond, landing partially on top of me. For a second, there was nothing else. I was staring into his blue-green eyes and he into mine. His slow breaths were warm on my shoulder. I almost thought we'd have a moment, like in those romantic movies where a girl slowly falls in love with a guy and they live happily ever after. But no, this was just me being idiotic and thinking I was special again. I know that sounded really "emo" (I hate that stereotype) and depressing, but what I mean is that my brain has this thing where it decides to make me believe that my life is a movie. It makes me think I've got one of those lives where everything is perfect. But that's so far from the truth..as far from reality as my chances of ever getting anywhere with the guy on top of me are.

Just like I thought it would be, the "moment" was over in a matter of seconds.

"Hey!" The boy accused, looking stern yet playful. He cupped his hand and swiped it through the pond, splashing me.

I splashed him back, and this continued until he gave up. He started struggling up the steep slope of the pond, slipping a few times before finally making it to the top. He was soaked, his hair and clothing plastered to his skin. I could see his muscled stomach through his shirt--stop staring. You don't have a chance anyway, don't let yourself fall.

"For real this time--because I'm chivalrous, unlike some people," he joked, holding his hand out for me. I wasn't sure whether I should trust him or not. Oh well--there was nothing to lose. I grabbed his hand and, using my feet, made my way closer to him. He pulled me the last few inches up, and I stumbled. It felt like I had been falling forever when I finally hit the ground, even though it had only been a foot or so. I got up, brushing myself off as best I could considering I was drenched.

"Well, that wasn't very chivalrous, was it?" I smirked at the boy, acting as if I was angry.

"Look, I'm sorry, I--"

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" I was having fun. He looked genuinely frightened.

"What can I do?" I let out an evil-sounding chuckle.

"If only it were that simple," I advanced towards him. "You know what?" I didnt give him time to answer. I leaned towards his cheek, closer and closer. I could almost hear his heart racing. "I'm not mad at all," I whispered, a smile taking over my cheeks. The look of complete shock and embarrassment on his face was priceless.

"You have no idea how much I hate you," he smiled, a shocked, half-smile that made him look innocent.

"You don't even know my name, and you already resent me?" I mock-gasped, putting a hand over my heart.

"Well, I'm Jonah. What's your name? I'm interested to see if it will end my hatred," he was still smiling.

"My name is Maggie."