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Chapter 11 REALITY

Waking up from a wonderful dream is hard, but waking up to a bad reality is harder.
The night of the dance was probably the best night of my life. The first time of my life being noticed by… him.

The first night talking to him- heck even being able to have a deep conversation with him. Just the thought of it made me smile and blush crazily. I would’ve given anything to go back in time and replay that moment over and over again.

I wish that moment never ended.
But of course, like a fully bloomed flower… it lasted but a minute of my tragic hour.

   Just like every other good or happy moment, it had to end.
   Going our separate ways.
   Snuggling into my pillow deeper, I tried to remember the minty breath he had when our lips were an inch apart. How his wonderful green eyes glowed in the moonlight.

I never wanted to wake up. I wanted to lie like that forever and replay the wonderful moment in my head again and again. My heart pounded against my chest crazily every time I thought of him, every time I replayed the moment.

I was so out of touch with reality. Still in my costume, I dreamt of the future I wished we could have.

I wanted him so bad last night.
Thinking of how his wonderful blond hair was being blown by the light wind. Of how the sexy golden/red mask covered half of his face making him look mysterious and beyond hot. How his perfect full lips looked so… yummy.

I probably sounded like a pervert, but if anyone were in my situation, they’d be thinking the same thing. I was in love with him since I started middle school, and I was graduating this year. I spent those six years stalking him, figuring how he acted, why he did what he did, and pinning up photos of him when no one was home.

He was a puzzle I desperately tried to solve.

Yep, I was a crazy stalker madly in love with the school's badass, someone I had absolutely no chance with.

One thing I didn't get was why Layla nice to me. I expected her to be a total bitch to me for dancing with her 'best friend'. A mystery deemed to be solved.

I felt so lucky I was able to even talk Axel, for getting to know him better. I thanked the skies above for the opportunity to be alone with him.

He was troubled.
Misunderstood.
Left out.
Judged by others.
He had trust issues.

I coped with my heartbreak by obsessing over him.
He coped with his by shutting everyone else out.

I grew to understand how he wasn’t able to have any best friends or maintain relations with any females.

The one time he tried getting involved with a girl who was three years older than him, but she cheated on him at a party with the entire football team... He didn’t seem too upset though, his ego was just hurt. She even blamed him for not ‘giving her anything’, so she had to get it from other guys.

From my perspective, she was just an experiment to him.

An experiment which proved to him that he truly couldn’t put his trust is anyone, no matter how genuine they seem.

I felt like I understood him far more than anyone else could.

“Rosaline Arlene Winnefred! Get out of bed right now!” My stepmother yelled from downstairs.

I buried my face deeper into my pillow. The last thing I wanted to do right now was to get out of bed and face my step mother downstairs. I snuggled the pillow feeling comfortable as I could be, replaying the night over and over again.

Oh, how his grass green eyes shined. How his arms were wrapped around my waist protectively while we danced. How my head rested on my chest comfortably-

“I'm not joking young lady!” Cleo yelled.

I just ignored her drifting off into happy lala land. I heard some loud footsteps up the stairs and I heard my door slam open. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter so I didn't have to face the footsteps that were coming closer and closer.

“Rosaline Arlene Winnefred! What the hell is going on here?!” My stepmother shrieked.

I covered my ears and groaned. “What the hell?!”

“Don't disrespect me! You didn't pick up your phone!” She yelled so loud, I could’ve sworn it damaged my eardrums.

“Where’s your phone?!”

My eyes widened. I frantically felt the pockets of the shorts under my costume but there was nothing there. My eyes widened and the world froze. Shit. It was somewhere at the dance... I couldn’t even remember when I last had it.

There was a very slim 0.9% chance of it being found, since I wondered around the whole school trying to find a hiding spot. I tried to think of the last place I had it but I just couldn't.

Judging by how many reports there were of things getting stolen in school, someone had probably already taken it.

I realized I had a lock on my phone. I set it based purely off of Axel. During freshman year, I sat directly behind Axel during an Algebra class. The teacher had demonstrated a very simple example that reminded me of the shape of a heart, so I put it as my phone’s password… I was beyond cheesy… a bit borderline creepy…

“I lost it…”

She shook her head. “I can't believe you're this irresponsible!”

“I'm sorry...” I was prepared for her to yell at me, but she didn’t.

She shook her head, “Irresponsible! Your father will get you a new one.”

I nodded numbly.

“Where were you last night?”

“At the dance.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she warned. She glared daggers at me, and took in a deep breath. She somehow managed to stop herself from strangling me, “The dance was on Friday.”

“Yesterday was Friday,” I replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

That was when it seemed to hit her. She was no longer angry, but confused and slightly amused. “If yesterday was Friday, how come today’s Sunday?”

~*~

“You were out for two days?! No way!” Kasay was in disbelief.

“I don’t even know what happened… guess I was exhausted.”

I took a sip of the strawberry milkshake she ordered me and looked up at her waiting for a reaction. She looked at me like I was crazy for a moment before her emotions suddenly changed.

“How was it though?”

I was a bit droopy, so I didn’t respond until she asked me again.

She snapped her fingers, “wake up Sleeping Beauty! I asked you how the dance was!”

I shrugged, downplaying it.

“Details girl! Details! Did you meet your prince charming?!”

I raised an eyebrow at her, “prince charming?”

She nodded eagerly, “Prince charming, your prince charming. Every girl has their prince charming somewhere. Like for example, me. I found my prince charming with Rix-”

“That’s not even his name-”

She completely ignored my comment. “Your prince charming is the guy who you'll end up falling for and marrying! The guy who calls you beautiful even when obviously you look like a worthless piece of shit. The guy who treats you right and will always be there for you. The guy who's meant for you! The guy who-”

I interrupted her, “that’s ridiculous-”

“No it’s not! Every girl has her prince or princess charming! Unless she’s asexual, then she has charming fingers-”

I faked a cough to get her to stop talking. The girl was real irritating sometimes… talking nonsense about 'prince charmings'. She was just temporarily glad she found her thirty first one of the year. I realized I was starting to sound jealous of how she found someone... I mentally slapped myself. How could I be jealous of one of my best friends?!

If prince charmings were real, I didn't have one. Axel liked me for who I wasn't.

He liked the ‘me’ that wasn't fully me...

He probably didn't even know I existed.

Axel definitely wasn't my prince charming.

He was too good for me. I was just a nerd, bullied by most of the school population. He obviously wasn't made for me. I was just a lonely girl with no 'prince' to help her; a hopeless romantic who would somehow make herself happy someday.

The thought of being without Axel made me sad and hopeless, but I had to face the truth.

“Nope, not for me. I’m meant to be alone,” I pursed my lips together.

“Shut up! Your prince charming is out there somewhere!”

I shook my head, “he either met someone else and ended up with her along the way, died, or was never born in the first place.”

She sighed, “that's not true! He's out there somewhere! Who knows where he is-”

“He probably doesn’t even know I exist. Heck, he’s probably in some chick’s bedroom.”

She nodded, “in his sister's bedroom, getting’ information about you."

I rolled my eyes, “he’s in Vegas-”

“Getting gifts for you,” she grinned.

I shook my head.

“He's going to show up sooner or later. Don't worry, he will.”

She could be incredibly immature sometimes.

“I promise!”

“Don't promise something you can't keep.”

She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head. She wiped her mouth on the napkin then looked up at me. Her face was serious this time.

“There is someone out there for you, a prince charming-”

“Cut it out with the stupid fairytales!” I cut her off. “There's no prince charming and there never will be. Stop being childish and grow up!” I snapped. “I’ve accepted the fact that there is no one for me. I will always fall for someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She was taken back at first. “First of all, you're never too old for fairy-tales. And secondly, there is a prince charming for every girl in this universe. Heck! There are probably prince charmings for bacteria and aliens in the universe! So quit denying!”

I rolled my eyes. I needed to stop rolling my eyes or my eyes might roll back all the way in the back of my head. I knew I was denying the part I met someone at the dance, but I would never plan on telling her about Axel.

“What'd you do at the dance? Did you at least have a good time?” She asked.

I decided to lie, and tell her the exact opposite, “Worst day of my life...”

It came out more like a question than an answer. She didn't believe me.

“I know you. In fact, I know you really well.”

I pulled my innocent card. “What do you mean?”

“I know when you're lying or hiding something from me. There’s always this sparkle in your eye.”

We drowned down the rest of our drinks and left the cafe. I had my dark brown hair in a bun and tucked under a baseball cap so people wouldn't notice my change.

I was wearing a grey tank top and grey sweat pants. We walked down to the general store. I had to get my natural hair color back before tomorrow. I dreaded Monday. I would be the nerdy Rosaline again and no one would like me.

I actually liked it how once in my life I got to be someone that people liked. Someone that people wanted to befriend and talk to. And mostly, someone that Axel favored. Someone he felt comfortable with, and someone he wanted to hold-

“Why are you blushing?” She questioned with a smirk.

“I made a friend,” the words slipped out of my mouth.

She gasped.

“I met someone I enjoy being around more than the rest of the school population….”

Her eyes widened in excitement and she grinned. She clapped her hands together and squealed. She started jumping up and down then she grabbed my arm and started dragging me down to the general store.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

She knew it wasn’t just a new friend.

Why couldn’t I control my mouth?

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (11)

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