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Chapter 15: The Picture of Spite
I felt so good the next day. Reggie wore the sweater I had bought for her. It was a normal day, lunchtime. Margaret, for some weird reason, was sucking up to Reggie all day. Something was up. I then saw what it was. There were flyers going around of Reggie's head put on a body with a thong bikini on. Margaret had done this. She was jealous. She had done some bad things before, but this was the worst! I saw Reggie just standing there in the cafeteria, looking like she was holding in everything. I saw her face go pale as she was fighting tears. I walked around the cafeteria and snatched up all the flyers. I was angry. I couldn't believe Margaret had done this to her!
"Hey, man! What's your deal?" asked Jon, who was sort-of my friend. He looked at me with a confused look as I snatched a flyer out of his hand. He stood up. "Man, I can't believe that under all that," he said, pointing at Reggie's clothes, "was this!" He looked at the flyer.
"Shut up, man! Leave her alone!" I told him angrily.
"Oh, you defending your little girlfriend?" He asked me with a mocking voice. He was laughing both Reggie and me. Finally, I punched him right in the face. He couldn't do this to her! Reggie deserved better! "That's it, man!" He yelled. "We are over!"
"Good," I said to him, picking up my backpack. I walked over to Reggie. I dropped my backpack and put an arm around her and my hand on her cheek. She started to cry. "Are you OK?' I gently asked her. "Do you want me to take you home?" She looked up at me and nodded weakly. I picked up my backpack and lead her out the door. "Come on, let's get out of here," I said.
When we pulled in front of her house, I asked her if she was OK. "Are you sure you're OK? Do you want me to stay with you for a little while?" I asked.
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied, smiling sweetly at me. "Thanks, Lars. That was sweet of you." We both smiled at each other. After a moment's silence, I spoke up.
"Reggie, I was thinking, do you wanna go out with me on Saturday night?" I asked as she continued to smile at me.
"I can't. I'm sorry," she told me with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Oh, is that not a good night for you?" I replied.
"No," she smiled at me for a moment, then allowed her sympathetic look to spread across her face again. "I'm not allowed to date. I'm sorry."
We then said our good-byes, and she walked inside the house. After that, I drove up to the Church. I walked into the empty room where Ray was practicing his sermon. He was reading from his Bible when he looked at me. "What do you want, Mr. Rodriguez?" He sternly asked me. I took a deep breath.
"I was wondering if it would be all right with you if I took Reggie out this Saturday?' I asked him politely.
'No." He said, looking back down at the Bible. "You may exit the way you came in."
"Please, Reverend," I looked in his eyes with a pleading look.
"I've made my decision," he told me sternly. "Go home, Rodriguez!"
"Look, I know I haven't treated Reggie the right way. She deserves much better. But I'm asking for the thing that you teach us every Sunday in Church. And that's faith," I told him as he looked at me. For the first time ever, I think I saw him slightly smile.
Chapter 15: The Picture of Spite
I felt so good the next day. Reggie wore the sweater I had bought for her. It was a normal day, lunchtime. Margaret, for some weird reason, was sucking up to Reggie all day. Something was up. I then saw what it was. There were flyers going around of Reggie's head put on a body with a thong bikini on. Margaret had done this. She was jealous. She had done some bad things before, but this was the worst! I saw Reggie just standing there in the cafeteria, looking like she was holding in everything. I saw her face go pale as she was fighting tears. I walked around the cafeteria and snatched up all the flyers. I was angry. I couldn't believe Margaret had done this to her!
"Hey, man! What's your deal?" asked Jon, who was sort-of my friend. He looked at me with a confused look as I snatched a flyer out of his hand. He stood up. "Man, I can't believe that under all that," he said, pointing at Reggie's clothes, "was this!" He looked at the flyer.
"Shut up, man! Leave her alone!" I told him angrily.
"Oh, you defending your little girlfriend?" He asked me with a mocking voice. He was laughing both Reggie and me. Finally, I punched him right in the face. He couldn't do this to her! Reggie deserved better! "That's it, man!" He yelled. "We are over!"
"Good," I said to him, picking up my backpack. I walked over to Reggie. I dropped my backpack and put an arm around her and my hand on her cheek. She started to cry. "Are you OK?' I gently asked her. "Do you want me to take you home?" She looked up at me and nodded weakly. I picked up my backpack and lead her out the door. "Come on, let's get out of here," I said.
When we pulled in front of her house, I asked her if she was OK. "Are you sure you're OK? Do you want me to stay with you for a little while?" I asked.
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied, smiling sweetly at me. "Thanks, Lars. That was sweet of you." We both smiled at each other. After a moment's silence, I spoke up.
"Reggie, I was thinking, do you wanna go out with me on Saturday night?" I asked as she continued to smile at me.
"I can't. I'm sorry," she told me with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Oh, is that not a good night for you?" I replied.
"No," she smiled at me for a moment, then allowed her sympathetic look to spread across her face again. "I'm not allowed to date. I'm sorry."
We then said our good-byes, and she walked inside the house. After that, I drove up to the Church. I walked into the empty room where Ray was practicing his sermon. He was reading from his Bible when he looked at me. "What do you want, Mr. Rodriguez?" He sternly asked me. I took a deep breath.
"I was wondering if it would be all right with you if I took Reggie out this Saturday?' I asked him politely.
'No." He said, looking back down at the Bible. "You may exit the way you came in."
"Please, Reverend," I looked in his eyes with a pleading look.
"I've made my decision," he told me sternly. "Go home, Rodriguez!"
"Look, I know I haven't treated Reggie the right way. She deserves much better. But I'm asking for the thing that you teach us every Sunday in Church. And that's faith," I told him as he looked at me. For the first time ever, I think I saw him slightly smile.