Story To Be Told

This is the night where we all have been waiting for so long. Prom Night, the day which been proven to be the best of the senior year, where happiness, dreams, drama and everything is coming to life.

Dresses, tuxedos, dates, limos, accessories, and still more of stuff need to be taken care of before it all could be happen, but don't worry that will done right on time.

Tammy Rawlson, one of the unlucky girls that have to go to prom by herself, while all of her friends brought a date with them, held them in their arms, soft, caring, and gentle.

Tammy is a really quite person, kept everything for herself for the past 3 years in her high school. Except while love started to bloom in her heart just right after her freshmen year, Josephine Harper, oh yes, Tammy is gay, and luckily, so does Josephine, in secret for sure. Why? She's pretty, popular and soon to be prom queen! At first it’s only a fling when she's drank heavily and got drunk, but it grows, Josephine even told Tammy that she loved her, But it didn't lasted for long, as her dad find out they are together at her room, he slapped her so hard, Tammy could even felt the pain, but she just said 'go' to her, and the morning after it at school, she just act like nothing happened, well, too bad for Tammy, a year just lost like wind.

As the time flows, her heart started to healed, and this guy came along, he treats her, what kind of treatment that Tammy got? Being normal, being straight, making her believe, a guy could love her as much as she love a gal. Little almost work, that guy hasn’t finished proving it, when his heart ran off with another very pretty gal, not other than Josephine, that little molly. That is another reason why Tammy still standing at the corner, alone, as she watch people dances with their dates. Life sucks for Tammy

"Tammy" someone called her at her back

"Hey" said her back

"What's with you?" Ask him

"You happen" she replied

"You know, I never knew why you all of sudden mad at me" inform him

"Oh, please, Jack" said her

"Seriously, you just, stop talking to me" he said

"You seriously don't know?" Ask Tammy for clarification

"Nope" he replied

"Come on, that night, on the party?"

"Which one?"

"With Josephine"

"Is that what you thought? I cheated on you?"

"I saw you kissed her" said Tammy withy

"No I didn't. I'm not that kind of guy" she looked at him weirdly "okay, I may seem look like that kind, but, I'm not. Believe me"

"So, what are you saying?"

"What you saw is something else"

"Duh! Just say it will you?"

"She's my sister"

"You don't have sister"

"Well I sort of have"

"What are you saying?"

"Step-sister"

"Oh, still can't believe that"

So they kept talking, but Tammy still haven't believe what jack trying to say, it’s a little bit hard to trust someone that betrayed you, even its going to get you the truth.

Love

It is usual for us, teenagers to fall in love. There's 3 kinds of fall in love, 1st the easy, which is you like someone and that person like you back, 2nd is the mid, which is you like someone, that someone knows how you feel and pretend they don't, no decision of liking back or not, and 3rd the hard, which is you like someone, but no hope with them.

Some people usually in the 2nd, about 75% of them, 15% in 3rd, and 10% in 1st, there's also the fake one, about 4 out of 10 giving us a false hope, mostly guys.

I'm maybe nobody, but I'm seeing enough, I've been moving a lot, houses, schools, places, that's why I'm nobody. Until now, its been 10 month since the last time I moved. I live with my mom, my dad's gone, that's why we moved a lot, too much pain for her.

I'm Sandy Ryder, 18 years old, not particularly a loner, move a lot, and I'm straight, just so you know.

In that past 10 month I found out that my theory was wrong. Where? It was perfect, I know. I found out, that 4 out of 10 people that giving fake hope, is 1 out of 4 that actually become something real, that includes me, I realize that I'm that 1 person.

9 month before...

It was the coldest day in the week, i accidentally left my jacket at the party i just went into, and now i am freeze to death. I jogged my feet so i still could have some heat on my body, when a hand touched my shoulder, it stop me and turned me around, "aren't you cold?" a voice called out from  the dark of the night, then that voice step closer and then i saw him, slowly he handed me his jacket, 

"Kent?" i said cant believe it " what are you doing here?"

"giving you a jacket, i just standing at the corner when i saw you walk by"

"no, I'm fine, take your jacket"

"you're gonna be freeze, and I'm not letting it happen"

"I'm... Wait what did you just said?"

"you heard me."

I finally took the jacket from his hand, but he pulled the jacket back, gesturing 'let me'

Who's Kent? He just some guy that goes my school, sometimes the jock make fun of him, but only for fun, he never take it for real, neither was i, i never take him for real until now, the moment he gave me that jacket.

The smell of his stuck on the jacket, minty and smoke, weird mix but smell not so bad "aren't you cold?" now I'm the one who ask

"no. Can i drive you home?"

"umm, sure" so we walked down the street "I didn't know you have a car" i said as we walked

"you never ask me. And this is the very first time you ever set your eyes on me"

"what makes you think like that?"

"i know all about you, Ryder" i stopped, shock by the fact he called me by my last name, my dad's name, my late, dad's, name. "you look surprise, i didn't even tell you what i know"

"you call me Ryder" i murmured as i looking at my feet "nobody ever called me that, at least in the past 5 years"

"hey, since the first moment i saw you walk in the hallway that day, i felt something about you that wowing me big time" he lift my chin, i cant resist not to look into his eyes, all i see in his eyes is the truth, but my brain telling me something else, two words, Perfect Target. On that very same night, we shared our first kiss at my front door,  just seconds before he left, smooth and perfect.

I had no idea where i got this talent from, wooing people. 

We started to date,  just as normal as usual, he done all the nice thing, he made me believe on everything I against for, we both act like nothing is wrong, but what i didn't know is, he actually knew what I'm capable of, but somehow he manage to hide it from me, i didn't know much about what exactly he want from me, is me who conning him or is me the one who got conned? Because after 7 month, i started to feel something that not exactly on top of my dictionary, Love.

"Ry, we need to talk"

"me first. You kept a secret all along. I want you to tell me"

"thats the reason why we need to talk"

"okay, then you go first"

"remember that night? 'I know all about you' i meant that" he stroke my hair "i know what you are, you're a fake giver, but despite all that, i know you're a fine person, you just need someone to scrape all that dirt, that's why you felt that thing"

"what thing?"

"something that not exactly on top of your 'dictionary' i know about that too"

"you are... You freaking me out"

"i wont lie to you, but, i think i have a reason for all this, and i think this is the right moment" he ignored my last words "you got a pen pal, Dante? Remember about him?" i shake my head slow, but i was lying "i know you remember. 11 month ago you stop replying his letter, he did the only thing people will do, stop writing. Then 1 month later, you showed up here. Sandy Ryder, the girl from florida, LA, new york, idaho, and ohio, the girl i've writing to, since 2 days after your dad died"

"but your name is adam. How did i know if you were the person i've been writing to?"

"dante is my brother. He thinks Dante will be more suitable, and i have a stack of your letter for proof"

"why you telling me this?"

"so you know the truth. Sometimes it best for people to know the truth. And just so you know, I'm in love with you already, long before i even met you. And when i finally did, i love you even more, and its killing me to know that you don't feel the same..."

"but i do feel the same" i said fast "i stop writing to dante because I'm afraid, I'm afraid of love, I'm afraid to falling for someone i never even met"

"you don't have to, I'm here, right in front of you. And you always be sandy ryder, the girl from my letter. My girl, my special girl" he hold me close, he didn't have to tell the world about it, i knew already.

Well, I was right about 1 thing, 10% of us get the 1st.