“You don’t know? Why?”
He looked rather distracted.
“Well, who can tell who are meant to be, really? For all we know, Martin and Angel could be the most unlikely people to get together. Martin could be for, say, you, and—”
This stunned me. For one, Martin was and has never struck me as my type – he and I seemed to be past the acceptable ‘boyfriend-girlfriend-possible’ zone; we were more like siblings, actually. Two, Dante’s way of saying all that was odd, like he was trying to say—
“And Angel for you?” I asked without thinking.
He glanced at me. “Maybe. No one really knows.”
A huge part of me believed that Dante should definitely try asking Angel out. He may or may not be hiding it, but I knew he was still recovering from Ced’s blunder almost two weeks ago. He could use a clean slate, and I was sure Angel could cure him if she wanted to.
I tried to sound encouraging. “Well, well. Does Martin have competition?”
Dante gave half a shrug and half a shake of his head. “No, I guess not. Martin deserves someone like Angel. I know he’ll be great for her.”
Blinking, I asked curiously, “Don’t you think you deserve someone like Angel too?”
“I don’t deserve anyone.”
I was going to laugh, but then I saw how serious Dante looked. He wasn’t playing around.
“Of course you do,” I told him consolingly.
“I’m sick of everyone’s lies about that,” I thought I heard him mutter. I stared at him.
He immediately looked regretful. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Dante—?” I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder.
He sighed and shook my hand off lightly. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry I said anything.”
I could almost feel bitterness about him, but he transformed almost immediately.
“So, what do you say we have a Q & A?” he said suddenly, smiling again.
“Um, what?”
“Question and answer,” he explained to me, “Take turns asking each other questions.”
“About what?” I inquired, deciding to go along.
“Well, ourselves. I’ve always wanted to know more about you.”
“Fair enough,” I smiled in return slightly, “No lying, okay?”
A shadow flickered in Dante’s eyes for a second. “No lies,” he pledged, “You go first.”
I thought for a moment. “Your worst subject at school.”
Dante’s response was prompt. “Math.”
I nodded, then said, “Your turn.”
He was silent for several seconds, then he asked, “What do you do during your leisure time?”
“Hmm. I read some anime, watch romantic comedies, hang out with my friends, sleep…stay up ‘til morning, go on Facebook, daydream. You?”
Dante smirked, amused at my answers. “Read any books I have around, listen to music, game on my 360, write stories… Facebook and daydream.”
I chuckled. So he daydreams too, does he?
“Your best childhood memory,” I said next.
Dante pondered about it, then replied, “When my parents got me my first GameBoy. Yours?”
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Teen FictionSixteen-year old Dante Evadoni is a normal boy with a normal life - he's in eleventh grade, he has a fair few friends, he's not popular and he's quiet - and a problem that has followed him for two years: he's heels over head in love with a girl he c...
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