Titles from 2009 movie, New Moon.
“Your beauty is so mesmerizing. Even the sparkles on your dress, can’t beat those beautiful blue eyes of yours,” Harold whispered to Geneva’s ear, hands were on her waist. He was lifting her up halfway to paradise, to where he wished, he could bring her to, together and forever. Geneva laid her head pressing on his chest, firmly. She wouldn’t want to lift it up like she had to on the hill. There won’t be any rain in here, she spoke to herself, deep in her heart. Harold loves the scent of her hair, her black silky long hair. They were dancing like no one was watching them. But in reality, many green eyes were staring at them enviously.
On the other side of the room, at a dim light corner, Ryan was staring at Lily, emotionless. So did Lily. Both of their faces were sculpture-like. Despite Lily was shining brighter than the candle on the table, Ryan had not praised her beauty yet. They were completely keeping their mouth shut really tight. Kiss me. Ryan was keen to know what those red thin lips taste like. He dare not open his mouth and ask her, so he bit his lips. Lily’s soul was screaming inside. She wanted to be in his teddy bear’s arms so badly, so she hugged herself.
What a weird state of affairs between two of them.
Five miles away from the dance, Roxanne was sitting on the bed all alone. Her eyes were soaking wet. Sorrow overwhelmed her. She was indeed in pain that no one between seven of them could understand. She’d waited for him over three years and he just turned over a new leaf in a blink of an eye. She took her pillow and covered her face with it. She screamed out loud; she wished the whole could hear her but no one apparently does. She got off her bed and walked to her drawer. She took a letter out. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and read the letter.
Dear Roxanne,
I’m Keith, one of your reporters. You might not noticed me ‘cause for a people like you, high class and rich, wouldn’t want to look at me. I have to be somebody to get noticed by you. I’ve been trying to get closer to you, but the only thing that you ever said to me was, “I need the report right now!” You were in a bad mood.
Let’s get to the point. I have been crushing on you since the first day I laid my eyes on you. You are cute, funny and unique. Your smile is so irresistible. But I got a problem with my self-confidence, I am afraid to confront you. Therefore, I wrote this letter. So, can you please give me a chance? 615-883-7893—call me or text me.I love you.
p/s I’ll wait for your answer, no matter how long it takes.
On the other side of the room, at a dim light corner, Ryan was staring at Lily, emotionless. So did Lily. Both of their faces were sculpture-like. Despite Lily was shining brighter than the candle on the table, Ryan had not praised her beauty yet. They were completely keeping their mouth shut really tight. Kiss me. Ryan was keen to know what those red thin lips taste like. He dare not open his mouth and ask her, so he bit his lips. Lily’s soul was screaming inside. She wanted to be in his teddy bear’s arms so badly, so she hugged herself.
What a weird state of affairs between two of them.
Five miles away from the dance, Roxanne was sitting on the bed all alone. Her eyes were soaking wet. Sorrow overwhelmed her. She was indeed in pain that no one between seven of them could understand. She’d waited for him over three years and he just turned over a new leaf in a blink of an eye. She took her pillow and covered her face with it. She screamed out loud; she wished the whole could hear her but no one apparently does. She got off her bed and walked to her drawer. She took a letter out. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and read the letter.
Dear Roxanne,
I’m Keith, one of your reporters. You might not noticed me ‘cause for a people like you, high class and rich, wouldn’t want to look at me. I have to be somebody to get noticed by you. I’ve been trying to get closer to you, but the only thing that you ever said to me was, “I need the report right now!” You were in a bad mood.
Let’s get to the point. I have been crushing on you since the first day I laid my eyes on you. You are cute, funny and unique. Your smile is so irresistible. But I got a problem with my self-confidence, I am afraid to confront you. Therefore, I wrote this letter. So, can you please give me a chance? 615-883-7893—call me or text me.
p/s I’ll wait for your answer, no matter how long it takes.
Keith.
Roxanne grabbed her phone. She pressed the numbers one by one. I should give him a chance, I have to move on. Izzy doesn’t want me, what the heck am I still waiting for? Her heart spoke. She pressed the call button and waited for Keith to pick up.
“Hello, may I speak to Keith please?”
“Keith’s speaking, may I know who’s on the line?”
“Its…. Roxanne,”
“Finally! So, can we talk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, after school. Can you … go watch movie with me?”
“I would love to,”
“Great! Thanks,”
“Thanks? I’m the one who should say thanks,”
“See you tomorrow! Goodnight,”
“See you! Sweet dreams!”
Keith’s voice somehow brought Roxanne’s smile back.
Back to the ballroom, to the place where love is oozing out from ones’ hearts. Couples were dancing gracefully under the disco ball. The light in the room were out, the candles were lit, and Endless Love by Danny Gokey was on the stereo. The atmosphere annoyed Dylan who was dateless, still. He put down his drinks and got out from the ballroom.
“What am I doing here?” Dylan whispered to himself as he got out of the room. He pushed the door slowly; he doesn’t want to disturb the rest. He was so relieved to be outside the room. He put his hands on his head and walked like a drunk man. His memories with Christine were back in his mind. Her laughter kept ringing in his head. Out of the blue, he remembered how silly there were back then.
“What you want to be when we graduated?”
“Your housewife,” Christine said vividly. Both of them were under a shady apple tree. Those hugging, kissing moments with Christine were in Dylan’s mind every second since she left him
“Alone tonight?” A familiar voice greeted from Dylan’s back. Dylan turned his body 180 degrees and found himself in a shock. Christine was standing a foot away from him. She looked so red –her long red dress, her red lips and the hair band were eye aching.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan somehow annoyed, disgusted to see her although he really wants to be with her now. “I thought you are having fun with your new puppy?” Dylan teased her.
“Well, I went to the rest room,”
“He suck at kissing?”
“He is one terrible kisser!”
“He stinks?”
Christine got closer to Dylan. “I am sorry about what happened that night,” Her hand ran to his chest. She was trying to get him back. Dylan stepped forward, closer to her. She can feel his breath on her neck. Dylan’s nose ran to her ears. It’s her soft spot and she loves it when he does that. Christine’s lips crushed to his cheek. “Can we start all over again?” She whispered softly to Dylan’s ear.
“I still can’t get over you too,” Dylan said with passion.
“So, can we?”
“Go to hell!” He pushed her off him and laughed. “One more word from your mouth, and it will be your last,” Christine said, furiously. She pulled her long dress and stomped to the ballroom. Her high heels made such an annoying noise, really irritates the ears. “See you in hell, baby,” Dylan yelled under his breath.
“Au revoir bâtard,” she turned half of her face to Dylan and frowned.
Dylan who doesn’t understand French ignored her and turned around. He paced slowly away from her without making any sound. He laughed by himself. As if he were enjoying himself with total silence and his mind were running miles away from him, a noise set him back to reality.
“Help…” The voice was barely to be heard. It was too soft. Dylan ignored it. He thought he was dreaming. He paced forward leisurely. He yawned and exhaled aloud. “Please…” The voice is back. Dylan slapped his face twice and realized he was not dreaming. Then, he ran thoughtlessly, seeking for the voice. As he dashed pass by the storeroom, he saw a girl lying on the floor. He stopped and turned back. He went to the storeroom and found a girl bleeding profusely on the floor. He was rather speechless to see that girl. He went to her side and sat. He pulled her to his lap and held her arms tightly. Her purple dress torn into pieces, half of her was out in open. Dylan took off his shirt and put it on the girl. She pressed her legs and screeched. She was definitely in an enormous pain. Dylan wrapped her with his arms.
“What am I doing?” Dylan whispered to himself, he just realized how stupid he was. He lifted her up and ran to his car. He put her at the backseat, started the engine and drove to the hospital.
“So where is Dylan?” Harold asked. Ryan, Ely, Lily and Geneva raised their shoulder. All of them were leaning on Ryan’s big truck, they were waiting for Dylan. None of them knew what had happened to Dylan. Ely’s eyelid was already heavy. She could sleep on the road if she put her head down. Geneva held Harold’s hands tightly. She pressed it and put her head on Harold’s chest. Lily wanted to do the same but Ryan insisted her to get into the car.
“Sweetie, let me send you home,” Noah spoke to Ely as walking to them with his black suit. He hasn’t took it off yet. He went to Ely and combed her hair with his fingers. Ely put her head on him and breathed tiredly. “We should go, his car is not here,” Noah told them. He looked at his Rolex and sighed. It was already late. It is not an appropriate manner to send someone’s daughter by this time. Everybody had left except them. “Let’s go,” Ryan asked us to go back, indirectly. He grabbed his phone and texted Dylan. He looked worried. Harold pulled Geneva to his car and took off. Noah did the same too, he’s fetching Ely back home. The last car to get out from the school was Ryan’s.
It was shivering cold in the waiting room. Dylan rubbed himself to keep himself warm. Ruth Comfort Walker was in the ward with her parents. Mr., Mrs. Walker, and their son were soothing her. She screamed traumatically. The doctor said to them that she lost a lot of blood and she lost her ….. virginity too. “She got raped by at least three men,” The doctor explained. Comfort’s mom collapsed to the ground when she heard that. Her father shook his head; disappointment overwhelmed him. Their one and only daughter just got rape in the storeroom by AT LEAST three men. Comfort’s brother, Rufus, walked quickly to the waiting room. He was so mad. He got to Dylan and pushed him to the wall, roughly.
“Who else did this to my sister?” Rufus asked.
“I don’t know…” Dylan choked.
“You and how many more?”
“I think, there’s a misunderstanding here,” Dylan pushed Rufus’s hands off him. He grasped for oxygen before he continued. “I saw her laying there, her dress was… I gave her my shirt, and then I drove her here. I didn’t do anything to her,”
“Well son, what makes you think he did that? There’s no rapist that will send the girl he raped to the hospital, will they?” Mr. Walker stood up at the door. He threw a piece of cloth to Dylan. Dylan caught and wore it, “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” Dylan thanked Mr. Walker. Rufus nodded and stepped back. Mr. Walker got near both of them. “I’m sorry about your daughter,” Dylan felt sorry. “We will find who did this to her and chop their heads,” Dylan put his hand on Rufus. Rufus kindly pushed it away and walked out of the room. As he reached the door, he turned back and said, “Do not tell your friends about this!” What he meant by this was the incident happened to Comfort. “I’m sorry about Rufus. He is just… He got only one sister to take care of but now, she’s a mess,” Mr. Walker looked down to his Italian shoes. He felt guilty on what happened to Comfort too.
“Sir. It wasn’t totally your fault. If I were there, I could stop them. But I don’t even realize …” Dylan paused. He didn’t know Comfort’s name. He didn’t notice the existence of Comfort in his Chemistry class, the one who sat behind him. “I haven’t seen her around in school before, I should be more concerned,” Dylan confessed.
“She’s the quiet and shy type. Socializing isn’t her thing. Don’t put the blame on you,” Mr. Walker sat on the couch. “Thanks for sending her here,” He combed his short wavy hair. “It was very munificent and thoughtful of you to do so,” He looked at Dylan with his full of regret eyes. Dylan sat next to him and took a deep breath. He promised to himself, that he would lead a new life. And so, he turned over a new leaf. “I will take care of her in school,”
A beautiful romantic Valentine’s night can turn into such a bloody night. In a blink of an eye, anything could happen in Camelot High School. Beware; the sparkles you got, might be a big flame someday.
SOS! 7teens, remember to keep your eyes on each other, things will get a little bit muddier.
-Credit to Suzanne for the picture.
