The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love

y befo

herine angry voice call

room where she was, "Yes

re you answer Lucy. Do you want me to strain my

be quicker nex

e to Mark's house this morning, you can send the rest later. I know they'd still come no matter

how frustrating. You need to get someone more reliable next year, I can't imagine this

Catherine asked,

r someone more efficien

tand there. Get going wo

t away." I said, l

g belittled and made fun of, but watching it done to someone else, I felt angry about it. Sadly, there's just nothing I can do about it. I just continued my journey. But as I turned around to get going, one of the boys suddenly turned towards me, his eyes sparkled like diamonds. He just glared at me, and gave a faint smile. The w

never attended any of Catherine's birthday parties before, but she never stops sending him an invitat

couldn't help but wonder if he deliberately did that. There was a time Mark's fr

rine's thirteenth birthday, I spoke to him for the first time personally when he received Mark's invitation from me. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my face flushed red. I remembered how he

when Catherine had me run an errand for her and didn't want her mother to find out, so I couldn't ask for permission before leaving. When I got caught, Catherine denied it

I often wonder which one of them was more cruel. I always kept Emma's invitation last because she always has a humiliating su

for Catherine's birthday party," I

t it drop. I bent down to pick it up only for her

said in anger,

before, you might as well get the chance to know what it s

I ever come here without you doing s

n now talk back." Emma said,

I asked, wondering

r dog laying behind

closing it behind me before the dog could catch up. But ju

'm so sorry." Then look

you," Matthew s

ming appearance, forgettin

at happened to yo

, I quickly remembered the juice. "Oh

's invitation to Emma but I'd be

asking, "No invitation

said riding off quickly to a

's class always gets invited to her b

ike all the guys in Catherine's cl

at?" I thought, as I rode away. I could

, I ran into Catherine, who burst into laughter when she saw me. I knew Emma must h

but she stopped me. "Why are you walking awa

at she wanted. "Did Mark rece

ceived it from

wider as she pulled o

should capture the moment," she said, aimin

ne's laughter echoed as she went downstairs. I leaned against

evil, what did I do to

cruel behavior, but seeing Matthew after being humiliated by Emma was a differ

d myself and headed to t