Breaking a Promise
Chapter 7
Kohari: Ohmigosh! I got 35 reviews! You people are getting nicer every day! I'll just shut up now and get on with the fic, okay?
Kai: Thank God.
Kohari: Oh, shut your flippin' pie hole.
Begin!
Hilary had decided not to go to practice that day. It was Sunday, and the sun had just risen. The park was paradise in this weather, and that was her favorite place to go. So what had she done? After telling her mom where she was going, she slipped on her pink shoes and was getting ready to go to the park. On her step, though, as she was walking out, she happened to observe a note, folded to a quarter of its original size, placed strategically on the welcome mat where she was bound to see it. On the front, in blue ink, was her name. Hilary.
Not sure who it was that had sent the note to her, and secretly hoping it was Kai, she picked it up and pocketed it, taking it with her to the park to read. Letters were so much more enjoyable in peaceful places. Plus, it would distract her and possibly cause a few wrecks if she read it while she was walking.
Passing under the tall sign over the fence, she entered the park, heading straight for the bench just before the path. The orange sun was just hitting the trees and, at this time of day, to those who slept late, could be blinding.
The seat was a little cold and damp from the dew that coated it overnight, but she didn't care. Almost nobody was here, so it didn't matter, right? Time for this mysterious letter. She drew it from her pocket and opened it carefully, the paper crinkling, almost complaining that it was having to change its shape again. Her look of surprise when she recognized the handwriting was priceless. She almost threw it on the ground and spit on it, leaving it to the birds to transform into a nest. But curiosity got the better of her.
"Dear Hilary," it read.
"I know you're still mad at me for what I did. And I know you'd never listen to me in person, so I'm putting it down on paper for you to read for yourself. I hope it isn't thrown away, because it's very important. I just want to say...I'm sorry. I know it seems a little late, and a little untrustworthy coming from me, but I'm really sorry. I hope you believe it.
"You'll be happy to know that I've been thinking. I know the thought in your mind right now, 'He probably strained his brain doing it, too.' No. I didn't. And I realize that I've been...horrible...to you. And it hurts to think that Kai has what I lacked. He actually respected you, whereas I thought you were just a...bitch. I saw you as bossy, control-obsessed, and bad-tempered. Now I see that you were just someone trying to help, that stood by us even in our toughest situations. And though I never thought I'd say this (or write it), you're one of the best sights I've ever seen.
"I'm going to change, Hilary. Especially if that's what you want from me. I took a look at myself the way you would see me, the way everyone could see me. I'm such a jerk. I admit it. I admit all of it. I'm conceited, braggy, and everything else that no woman would ever want in her man. And maybe that's why you'd never accept me. I know you've made your decision, and that I'll never have another chance at you, but I just want you to know...I love you and thank you. You made me find fault with myself, and inspired me to do something about it. So thanks. And good-bye.
"Tyson."
Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she was on the brink of crying. Her hands found their way to her face and she covered her eyes, thanking Heaven that no one was there to see them. The letter had fallen from her hand to the dirt-and-grass striped ground and collected some of the dust that whirled around it was the wind from its fall swirled.
Hilary couldn't believe it. She hadn't realized it until now, but she loved Tyson. She had refused to, but she couldn't help it now. Kai was no longer what she dreamed of, as she had once thought she had. She had thought that what she had wanted was Kai, but he no longer fit that. Tyson did. And it was forbidden now, she had said it herself.
What had she done?
She no longer knew what she wanted or why. Nothing made sense anymore. She picked up the note and crumpled it in her hands. Why was he doing this to her? Of all the times she needed him to be the biggest jerk he could be, he chose now to be sincere, when it was too late to be sweet.
She tossed the paper into the trash can and made her way to the sinks. She couldn't let her parents see her like this. She didn't want to talk about it. She needed time to think. To figure out what to do.
'Oh, God. Tyson, what've you done to me?'
Kohari: Did you like that chapter? Short, I know, but...Anyway, review it for me! I'll continue when I feel like it. Do NOT think that the number of reviews no longer matters. It does. I'll write another chapter after...40 reviews or in two days, whichever comes first, huh? Sound good? I know, I'm too generous. Byes!
Chapter 7
Kohari: Ohmigosh! I got 35 reviews! You people are getting nicer every day! I'll just shut up now and get on with the fic, okay?
Kai: Thank God.
Kohari: Oh, shut your flippin' pie hole.
Begin!
Hilary had decided not to go to practice that day. It was Sunday, and the sun had just risen. The park was paradise in this weather, and that was her favorite place to go. So what had she done? After telling her mom where she was going, she slipped on her pink shoes and was getting ready to go to the park. On her step, though, as she was walking out, she happened to observe a note, folded to a quarter of its original size, placed strategically on the welcome mat where she was bound to see it. On the front, in blue ink, was her name. Hilary.
Not sure who it was that had sent the note to her, and secretly hoping it was Kai, she picked it up and pocketed it, taking it with her to the park to read. Letters were so much more enjoyable in peaceful places. Plus, it would distract her and possibly cause a few wrecks if she read it while she was walking.
Passing under the tall sign over the fence, she entered the park, heading straight for the bench just before the path. The orange sun was just hitting the trees and, at this time of day, to those who slept late, could be blinding.
The seat was a little cold and damp from the dew that coated it overnight, but she didn't care. Almost nobody was here, so it didn't matter, right? Time for this mysterious letter. She drew it from her pocket and opened it carefully, the paper crinkling, almost complaining that it was having to change its shape again. Her look of surprise when she recognized the handwriting was priceless. She almost threw it on the ground and spit on it, leaving it to the birds to transform into a nest. But curiosity got the better of her.
"Dear Hilary," it read.
"I know you're still mad at me for what I did. And I know you'd never listen to me in person, so I'm putting it down on paper for you to read for yourself. I hope it isn't thrown away, because it's very important. I just want to say...I'm sorry. I know it seems a little late, and a little untrustworthy coming from me, but I'm really sorry. I hope you believe it.
"You'll be happy to know that I've been thinking. I know the thought in your mind right now, 'He probably strained his brain doing it, too.' No. I didn't. And I realize that I've been...horrible...to you. And it hurts to think that Kai has what I lacked. He actually respected you, whereas I thought you were just a...bitch. I saw you as bossy, control-obsessed, and bad-tempered. Now I see that you were just someone trying to help, that stood by us even in our toughest situations. And though I never thought I'd say this (or write it), you're one of the best sights I've ever seen.
"I'm going to change, Hilary. Especially if that's what you want from me. I took a look at myself the way you would see me, the way everyone could see me. I'm such a jerk. I admit it. I admit all of it. I'm conceited, braggy, and everything else that no woman would ever want in her man. And maybe that's why you'd never accept me. I know you've made your decision, and that I'll never have another chance at you, but I just want you to know...I love you and thank you. You made me find fault with myself, and inspired me to do something about it. So thanks. And good-bye.
"Tyson."
Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she was on the brink of crying. Her hands found their way to her face and she covered her eyes, thanking Heaven that no one was there to see them. The letter had fallen from her hand to the dirt-and-grass striped ground and collected some of the dust that whirled around it was the wind from its fall swirled.
Hilary couldn't believe it. She hadn't realized it until now, but she loved Tyson. She had refused to, but she couldn't help it now. Kai was no longer what she dreamed of, as she had once thought she had. She had thought that what she had wanted was Kai, but he no longer fit that. Tyson did. And it was forbidden now, she had said it herself.
What had she done?
She no longer knew what she wanted or why. Nothing made sense anymore. She picked up the note and crumpled it in her hands. Why was he doing this to her? Of all the times she needed him to be the biggest jerk he could be, he chose now to be sincere, when it was too late to be sweet.
She tossed the paper into the trash can and made her way to the sinks. She couldn't let her parents see her like this. She didn't want to talk about it. She needed time to think. To figure out what to do.
'Oh, God. Tyson, what've you done to me?'
Kohari: Did you like that chapter? Short, I know, but...Anyway, review it for me! I'll continue when I feel like it. Do NOT think that the number of reviews no longer matters. It does. I'll write another chapter after...40 reviews or in two days, whichever comes first, huh? Sound good? I know, I'm too generous. Byes!
