Betrayal







It’s the last day of summer, but we have a lot to do in that time. Sitting here in this teen movie room doing nothing won’t help. I turn surveying my friend. I study them. There is KK who is wearing black skinny jeans, a red and black beanie, and a “monster” t-shirt with a red bow-tie. Slit is wearing black cargo pants, a “slipknot” shirt, and his spiked bracelet. Lala is wearing grey basketball shorts, a “suicide silence” shirt, and his grey sweater that has headphones sewn into it. These are my buds. KK she is a skater and guitarist, Slit is a skater and a gamer, and Lala is a skater, gamer, player, and my all time, best friend.

“Hey, guys want to do something?” I ask looking around. They just continue doing the things they’re doing. “Guys? Want to do anything?”

“Troi, chill out. We’ll do something soon, just not now, ok?” Slit says coolly. “Okay?”

“Fine, I guess.” I say defeated. He looks at expectantly, but nothing happens. We stare at each other for a while, then Lala breaks our connection.

“So Slit when you going to…you know?” Lala says in a suspicious voice. He just sits there staring at Slit the me, then Slit once more. Finally, Slit splits, and looks at me with a serious gaze.

“Troi? Do you um…do you want to…um do you want to go out?” Slit asks with a bit of a nervous touch to it. He waits…Lala waits, too. KK is is her own music world, she bobs her head from left to right in a rhythmic beat.

Lala and Slit wait for me to answer. I just sit here thinking, wondering. Should I? Should I go out with him?

“Lala, come here really quick, please?” I ask coolly. Lala steals a quick glance at Slit, then gets up and walks over to where I lay on the blue bean bag. He sits on the edge, and leans down.

“What?” He asks looking at me in a neutral mood. I look at him, then over at Slit who is staring at me. “What do you want?”

“Why is he asking me out? He doesn’t even like me.” I say accusingly. Lala takes my hand, takes out his favorite red pen, and writes on my palm. I snatch my hand from his, and read the writing on my hand. It’s a dare that Jab gave him. I nod, then Lala nods. “Slit, I will.”

“Yes!” he proclaims, well running over and sweeping me up in a big hug. Why is he so happy? I look over to where Lala stands with a big suspicious grin on his face, and I mouth my question to him. Lala replies “acting”. I nod in understanding, but he chuckles which catches me off guard. The next thing I know is Slit is kissing me, and I push him back slapping him at the same time. He looks at me shocked, yet hurt. “Why did you slap me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?! The only reason you’re going out with me is because of a stupid dare?!” I say angrily. He looks at me hurt, and with watery eyes. Lala is just laughing so hard his nose is bleeding, and KK is still in her own music world.

“I am not dating you because of a dare! I’m dating you because I truly like you!” Slit says with a hurt tone in his voice.

“Really?” I ask shyly with a ting of guilt in my whispered question. He looks at me and nods his head, as if at war with himself over the answer. He tangles his fingers in his hair apprehensively, and he mumbles under his breath. I look at him sensitively feeling guilty for what happened.

Why do you question my feelings?” Slit ask almost crying. I know he is showing his true emotions, and I want to hug him. I cautiously walk forward toward him, and he doesn’t move. I take him into a warm embrace, and he hugs back.

“I’m sorry.” I say in a soft voice, and I kiss him.

“What?! This wasn’t suppose to happen!” says Lala charging toward us. Just as he is about to collide with us I hit him in his stomach. He crumples to the ground cradling his stomach.

“Never mess with someone’s feelings.” I say not even looking at him. I take Slit’s hand and lead him to the other side.

“Troi, I truly like you. Will you go out with me?” Slit asks with a smile on his face. I hug him tight to me.

“Yes, I would like that very much.” I whisper with a smile on my face, and giggle like a stupid cheerleader. This is an ironic way to get asked out.