Confrontations have never been my thing. I never liked them ever since I was a kid. They make me feel uncomfortable, and I'm horrible at arguing.
I've easily learned the art of avoiding fights of all kinds whether they are debates or little arguments with my friends. I would always just apologize for anything even if I weren't at fault.
I love the tranquility of my life that is devoid of any trouble, and I like to keep it that way.
"Don't go on that date with him," Benji demands as I slam the door to my locker.
He has been bothering for the past week about this date with Jason to the point of insanity.
"Don't you have lunch right now Benji?" I ask him with a tense smile trying to change the conversation.
"Don't change the conversation," he growls.
"You know, I'd love to chat with you Benji, but I'm busy. I'll see you later," I turn away from him.
"No, not until you tell me that you're not going on the date with him," Benji grabs my arm.
"Benji," I tell him seriously, "let go of me."
"Not until you tell me you won't go on the date with him," he says adamantly.
I groan. Why does he always have to be so pushy? Why can't he just leave me alone?
"Hey, Casey!" Jane comes to the rescue.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hi, Jane," I greet back to her and shake off his arm to talk to her.
"How's it going?" she gives me a concerned look and glances over at Benji.
"Not much. What did you think of the Bio test?" I ask her.
We animatedly talk until Jane gives me the signal that Benji is gone.
"What was all that about?" she asks me.
"Oh, nothing," I try to shrug it off.
"That was not nothing," she put her hand on her hip and demands an answer.
"Benji was telling me how I should not go on the date with Jason," I confess.
"Well, did you tell him that you're going to the date?"
"Why didn't you just tell him off?" she asks me.
"I don't know," I shrug, "I didn't think that was his business."
"Jeez Casey," Jane sighs, "you know if you don't tell it to him straight, then he's never going to get the message."
"I don't' know," I repeat again.
"You can't just keep avoiding every moment when there might be an argument. Sometimes you need to fight the battle."
"But, I don't want to argue with Benji or anyone. What's the point of fighting?"
"Sometimes, you need to fight just to make sure you're heard," Jane says.
"Well, I'm really hungry, and I really just want to eat right now," I leave the conversation before Jane could say anything more.
"Okay," she sighs, "let's go," she drops the subject.
I collapse on my bed when I arrive home after school.
It is exhausting to fend off Benji's constant harassment. Thank goodness I canceled today's tutoring session with him. I don't think I could handle anymore of him. Plus, I shouldn't be so busy thinking about Benji, but focusing my energy on this date with Jason.
I'm on my computer looking through Facebook when I get a call from Ms. Von Adalwulf. What does she need? I already told her that I couldn't come today.
"Hello, Cassandra," she greets on the other line.
"I'm really sorry about this Cassandra, but is there any way that you can come today at all?" she asks me.
"I'm really sorry, Ms. Von Adalwulf. I have something to do today, so I can't come," I explain to her.
"Benji says that he absolutely needs help with one his assignments today. He said something about an essay being due on midnight that he really needs your help with. Can you please come today even for a little bit?" she pleads with me.
I do have an hour to spare so that I have just enough time to get ready for the date.
"I don't know," I tell her uncertainly.
"I'm really sorry to do this to you, but he really needs your help."
(you should have her offer more money at this point or your protagonist just sounds like an annoying weak-willed priss, like that of another fantasy novel with which we are all familiar)
"Fine," I give in, "but I really can only stay for an hour."
"Thank you so much. I'll see you soon," she says and hangs up.
I quickly grab my things and leave for Benji's house. I just want to get this over with as quickly as possible.
I ring the doorbell to be greeted by Ms. von Adalwulf.
"Hello, Cassandra," she smiles.
"Hello, Mrs. von Adalwulf," I greet back and walk downstairs to the basement.
I look over to the usual desk we work on to see him casually sitting on his seat with an expectant smile.
"Okay. Let's work on your essay," I look at the computer to see no document opened and there's no essay on his desk either. "Where's your essay?" I ask him.
"There is no essay," he says.
"There's no essay," he repeats with a satisfied look on his face.
"What do you mean there's no essay?" I ask him.
"I just needed you here," he says with a smug grin on his face.
"Wait," I rub my temples, "did you do all this in order to get me from going on a date with Jason?"
I could feel the anger seething within me on such a level that I've never felt before.
"Yep," he says.
All the irritation that I have been holding back broke through like rush of water eradicating a dam, and for the first time, I didn't just want to walk away.
"Are you crazy?" I yell at him. "Are you seriously out of your mind? What is wrong with you?"
"Oh, now perfect little Miss Forest raises her voice," he taunts me.
"What is wrong with you? Why do you care if I go out with Jason?"
"Because he is wrong for you! That guy is bad news, Casey."
"He's bad for me?" I yell hysterically. "You're bad for me! I can't believe that I'm still doing this. You know what? I don't want to tutor you any more. Good-bye Benjamin von Adalwulf," I grab my stuff. "And, have a nice life you, you asshole!" I huff after my long tirade.
I reach for my bag to leave, but Benji grabs my arm and pulls me back so that I am sitting on top of him.
"Let go of me," I struggle to get out of his iron grip.
"Put me down or I swear I'm going to… to… scream!" I threaten him pitifully.
Benji has this angry look on his face, and I brace myself for some.
"That was the worst threat I have ever heard," he laughs.
What is he laughing about?
"Stop laughing," I pout and cross my arms as he keeps laughing his merry self away.
"Sorry," he says in between chuckles. "That is the first time I've ever heard you fight back. It's cute."
Cute? I resent that. I just yelled my head off, and he just laughs at me?
"I'm glad you had a good laugh. Now, I'm leaving," I try to get off his lap, but he doesn't let me move.
"Wait, Casey. I'm really sorry about tricking you tonight, but you should seriously not go on that date with that guy," he says sincerely.
"Benji, save it. At this point, I don't even want to hear it," I get out of the awkward position on his lap.
"Well, you have to hear it. Casey, that guy is not good for you," he get up as well.
"Benji! You don't know anything about Jason! I've known Jason ever since the seventh grade!"
"Well that bastard's got you tricked real well."
"I told you before. I don't want to hear it anymore. I'm leaving."
He grunts and runs his hand through his hair in frustration, "Look I'm really sorry. Please don't leave," he pleads.
Should I stay or should I go? He's making those puppy eyes again. But, I can't do this. Not right now. I leave the basement before Benji could do anything else.
"Forest… Forest," someone calls my attention.
"What?" I snap out of my own distracted thoughts.
"Am I boring you too much on the first date?" he jokes.
"No," I deny fervently, "No. It's just that I have a lot on my mind right now."
"I quit my job today," I confess.
"Oh," he said. "That sucks. What happened?"
"I just can't tutor Benji anymore. He demands things like he's the King of England and expects me to follow them. And, he always does things without consideration for how I feel about them. And, he know just the right buttons to push to really piss me off," I stop myself and blush when I notice that I'm ranting about Benji in front of Jason.
"Sorry. Just don't worry about it. So, how was your day?" I try to quickly change the subject.
"For a second there, I was jealous that you were talking about another guy during our date," he laughs.
Oh my god. Did I already mess this up?
"Well, at least you don't have to deal with him anymore. I don't think I've ever seen you this pissed off before."
"Yeah," I confess, "I've never actually yelled at someone before either."
"I guess it's good that you don't have to tutor him anymore. That kid was bad news anyways."
"You mean Benji?"
"Yeah," he says, "It's good that you don't have to see him as often anymore."
"I guess," I say, "Funny thing though, Benji said the same thing about you."
Before he could respond, the lights dim in the movie theater to signal the start of the movie.
We watch a slightly gory, and what I personally think dull horror film about a werewolf.
The girl in the movie is running away from the mysterious shadow that is following her. I hide the yawn that escapes and look at the other couple that is seated right next to us. The girl is scared out of her mind and clings to her boyfriend like her life depends on it. Maybe I should have pretended that this movie's scary.
The werewolf finally catches up to the girl even after she desperately tries to hide. The camera closes up to her frightened face until she screams.
Boring. I almost die of boredom when I feel Jason's hand on top of mind. I almost die of happiness when our hands touch.
"Are you falling asleep on me too?" Jason whispers in my ear.
"No," I lie and wipe the sleepy tear that threatens to fall.
"Liar," he teases.
"Shut up, I'm trying to watch the movie," I tease him but never let go his hand.
"What did you think about the movie?" Jason asks me as we walk out of the theater and onto the quiet streets of the town.
"It was interesting." I say.
I don't even remember what happened in the movie. All I could think of was his hand next to mine.
"The movie wasn't too scary for you, was it?" he asks.
"Maybe a little." No. Scary movies don't scare me, but bore me.
"I thought the movie was sort of funny," Jason says.
I give him a puzzled look. I may have thought the movie was boring, but there was nothing funny about the movie.
"What do you mean?" I ask him curiously.
"Well, the whole concept of werewolves."
"Werewolves are funny?" I laugh at the strange statement.
"Yeah, they're just funny."
"Funny? I've never heard anyone describe werewolves as funny," I giggle. "Does that mean that you're afraid of them?" I tease him.
"No," he says seriously.
"Oh, well… what did you think about that Bio test?" I ask him to change the conversation.
We chat the entire time in the car without any awkward silences until we finally enter my driveway.
We both sit in his car quietly, neither knowing what to say.
"This was really fun," I start the conversation.
"Yeah. It really was." He smiles.
"Thanks for tonight," I smile bashfully.
"Yeah," he responds.
"Well, I'll be going now," I announce and look at him expecting something a little more before I leave.
"See you later, Forest," he says.
I subconsciously opened the car door and slowly walked out onto the driveway. Damn it. I shouldn't have just left. I should have waited and sparked a little more conversation until he kissed me. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?
I beat myself over not staying in the car when an arm turns me around.
"I forgot something," Jason says.
"What?" I ask him.
Jason kisses me on the lips and takes me completely by surprise. His lips are very soft against mine, and the sensation is sweet.
"There I remember it," he winks and walks away to leave me dumfounded in my front lawn as he drives away.
When he's fully out of view, I jump for joy. Jason finally kissed me!
I could feel the pure happiness exploded inside of me, and I jump for joy. What turned out to be a horrible day turned around to one of the happiest days of my life.
Before I enter my house, I hear the distant cry of a wolf. Why does it sound so sad?