Talk

“Can we just talk about this,” Danielle cried, running after Peter.  “Please?”

“There is nothing to talk about.  You gave me your side of it.  I have nothing to add.”

“Peter!”  She reached for his arm, but he pulled it away.  With a burst of speed, she moved in front of him.  He stopped.  “Talk to me,” she said.

He glared at her and tried to turn, but she grabbed his wrists and refused to let go.  He growled.  “I don’t want to talk about it.  I am angry and have nothing to say.”

“You always have lots to say.”

His cheeks burned and his lip curled in anger.  “You’re right.  I have lots to say.  A few choice names for you, my dear.  Nothing you want to hear.  But then do you ever?”

It was her turn to take the blow.  She released his wrists and scowled into his blue eyes.  “I listen.”

“You just don’t follow.  Or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation.  I told you she couldn’t be trusted.  Now the whole world knows.”

“Peter, they were going to find out eventually.  I mean, look at you.”

“But not like this.  I wanted to be the one to tell them.  They deserve to hear it from me.”

“Maybe they won’t believe her.  She is notorious for spreading rumors.”

“But they will.  It is too obvious to deny once someone has pointed it out.”

“Peter, I am so sorry.” 

He waved away her apology.  His face was sad, his shoulders stooped.  He was broken.  “I guess the best thing to do is just come clean,” he sighed.

Danielle nodded.

“But you are coming with me.  We will tell them together.”

Danielle bit her lower lip, but she didn’t dare say no.  Instead, she slipped her arm through Peter’s and steered him back toward the house.

“I can’t believe I am going to tell my parents I like Justin Bieber,” he whispered as they walked.