I pushed the door open.
There he was. My boyfriend, Kaale, was sitting on the floor with paper sprawled all around him. He looked up as I entered.
"Oh, hey Del."
I looked around to find a place to sit but Kaale's room was really messy. You couldn't even see the floor. I brushed some papers aside and sat next to him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Drawing." He answered without even looking at me.
Kaale and I had only been dating for a week. Everyone was against us being together, mainly because he was sixteen and I was only twelve. People also seemed to think that Kaale was a bit of a jerk. Our relationship wasn't going very far though. We were still at the stage where we just hung out together.
"You seemed kind of pissed yesterday." Kaale brought up.
Yesterday was a touchy subject. We decided that we would get to know each other better by talking about ourselves. Kaale told me hurtful things. He said them purposely to make me upset. Kaale was telling me all this crap because he thought it would be funny to see my reaction.
"I was." I responded.
Kaale wouldn't look at me. I was glad he wouldn't too because I didn't want him to see how angry I was.
I got up.
"Well, I know I just got here but I'm gonna go. I just came to say hi."
I walked out the door and down the hallway.
"Bye Del!" I heard Kaale yell.
I turned around and stomped back to his room.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like such a frigging jerk?" I screamed.
Kaale stood up.
There was silence as we stared at each other.
Kaale moved toward me. I tried to move away but he now had me against the wall.
I could feel the goosebumps rising on my arms and legs. Kaale put his hand on my cheek.
I was too angry at Kaale to let him kiss me. That would be our first kiss and that wasn't exactly the right moment.
I pushed him off me and felt tempted to punch him. I stopped myself in time and sprinted towards the door.