Chapter 7: Rapper's Delight

I wait for J.T. outside at the end of the day. He meets me and grins. We walk home.

"You were going to tell me why you ran away."

"Oh. Yea. Well, my father used to sexually abuse me, so when the kids at school found out, all the boys thought I was easy, so they would only ask me out on dates to see if they could have sex with me, and also one boy only asked me out because he bet his friends 50 bucks that he could get in my pants by the end of the night. I guess that swore me off of boys for a little while."

"Oh. So you thought I was only going on this date with you because..."

"Yeah."

"I would never do that." I smirked at him. 'Manny' I thought. "that's just plain mean. Don't look at me with that face! I know I went out with Manny, worst mistake of my life."

"You're so cute!"

"Yea... Um, Delia?"

"yes?"

"Would you be my girlfriend? I mean, if this is going to fast then we don't have to, It's just that I really really like you and-"

"J.T. you're babbling. As for you're first question, nothing would make me happier!" He grins and kisses me.

"J.T.?"

"Yes?"

"We're at my house."

"Oh... see you tomorrow. I- I- I love you."

"I love you too. Good night, J.T."

I run into the house, yell hello to Clarke, and run upstairs into my room.

"YESS!!" I squeal, not only because I have my first real boyfriend, but because my posters came! I start arranging the posters of my favorite movies and singers, like The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Say Anything..., The Beatles, Ani DiFranco, Moulin Rouge, Trainspotting, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Ewan McGregor, Jude Law, Kurt Cobain, and a Parental Advisory Poster to put on my door. I did a little dance in my room and ran to get the heavy- duty tape.

I was halfway done when my phone rang. The caller ID said 'Jeremiah, Joseph'.

"Who is Joseph Jeremiah and why is he calling me?" I wondered out loud before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Delia there? This is Craig."

"This is she."

"Oh, hey Delia. It's Craig."

"I've fully processed that, Craig."

"Right." He chuckles nervously.

"You're minute will start..." I look at my watch. "Right... now!"

"Delia, listen, I'm really sorry about everything I said today, I guess I just got jealous and snapped. I just don't want to be alone, and you're the only girl in school who doesn't hate me for some reason. I really like you and-"

"30 second warning," I say, interrupting him.

"and I don't want you to be hurt about what I said today, because I wasn't thinking. I'm okay with us just being friends, but-"

"15 second warning,"

"but I'll always want more Delia, and even if you can't return the favor then that's okay. I just want you to know that I can't stand us being apart, me not talking to you, you make me so happy."

"Well that's just dine and fandy, but at the way things are looking now, I can't forgive you, Craig. Because you hit a sensitive emotion, one that you'll never understand, okay? Good night." I hang up the phone, but I can hear Craig say, "Please don't do this." And I ignore it.

Because I am a cold hearted bitch.