*Old one shot I wrote and never posted up. I wonder why. Maybe cause I felt it's too fluffy? Anyway, please review after you read! ( if you like it of course. I mean, if you don't, you could criticize but a little love would be appreciated. =])
Failure in Life
I was a failure in life. Harvard had rejected me, and my life was over. The thin sheet of paper was now ripped up and in the trash. My mom was fairly disappointed, my dad didn't care, and my twelve year old sister called me an idiot.
Yes, my family was extremely endearing.
Now I was roaming in Barnes and Nobles, gazing morosely at the SAT books and other various study aids, lined up perfectly on the shelves. I hated the perfection, so just for the heck of it; I removed one book, carried it with me to the children's section, and put it in with the Dr. Seuss books. My first act of rebellion. It didn't matter anyway; soon I'd be in jail, or maybe I'd be a hobo, telling people to study hard or they'd end up like me, rejected, a failure.
A failure, whose math teacher gave her a ninety-nine, not a hundred, because she stupidly missed one question on the math test. A failure, who insisted on writing sentence fragments or run-ons in short stories that were to depict her characters personality, and ended up getting on her English teachers bad side. A failure, who forgot to bring a calculator on the day of the PSAT's and ended up borrowing her friend's extra. A failure, a failure, I was a failure.
"Candie?" Curse my edible name. It probably made the interviewer think twice about me. I turned around to face my boyfriend, who wisely hadn't applied to Harvard. He didn't have to face rejection.
"How'd you find me?" I responded weakly, knowing he'd break up with me on the spot. I'd break up with me too, if I could.
"Your sister told me you were here," he answered, leaning over to touch his forehead with mine. At that moment I wished I could have gone home and hung my sister for all the reprehensible actions she had performed against me.
"Do you know?" I asked. I wondered how I looked. I hadn't looked in the mirror when I had gone out. My appearance was probably repulsive. I felt repulsive.
Teddy, (it's not surprising that a boy named Teddy would date a girl named Candie,) moved away from my face, rolled his eyes, and sighed,
"You're horrible, and worthless. Why would I want to be with a girl like you?"
Well. He could have said that a bit more convincingly. Moreover, a smile was tugging at lips and he seemed to be humoring himself. Was he not sick of me after two months of dating? Was he not disgusted that a Harvard reject was standing before him?
"Stop playing around! Do you realize that I've been rejected by the best school on earth! What don't you understand? You feel this is hilarious don't you, you ignorant man who thinks life is just full of singing flowers and----."
"Singing flowers?" He interrupted a smirk on his downright hideous face. Okay, maybe I was fibbing, and he wasn't hideous, but looks don't establish a relationship!
"Forget it. I don't even know why I thought you would understand," I muttered, turning to leave. Instead of stopping me, the damn boy started following me out of the store and into the streets, where cars were honking each other in the mid afternoon day.
"Candie," he called, trying to keep up with my quickening pace. Fool. I'm the top runner on the track team.
"Candie!" He yelled, huffing as struggled to reach me. Finally, I stopped and turned around, causing him to bump into me. Gasping for breath, he held onto my shoulders for support, so that he wouldn't fall onto the sidewalk. He gazed up at me, trying to break through the wall hiding my tears. It worked.
"I'm a failure in life," I whispered abruptly, horrified as I felt the tears rushing to my eyes. Squinting, I tried to wipe away the tears, but Teddy beat me to it. His fingers gently smoothed away the little drops of salt, water, and urea from my eyes, making me bury my head into his shoulder.
"You are not a failure in life," he started insisting. I opened my mouth to protest, but my face was still buried in his shoulder. He continued on,
"You are the girl that is obsessed over everything, a perfectionist from birth. You will get into other colleges that actually will realize your talent, and soon, you will be laughing in Harvard's face. Not only are you extremely gifted, you're downright cute, to the point which makes me wonder why I have such a beautiful girlfriend. Now, instead of mourning over some stupid college, why don't you cheer at the fact that you got into Yale?"
My head snapped up when he said this. Yale? For some reason, as I stared at him, I imagined Teddy's eyes of green sparkling. I screamed for just a second, and then cheered, very loudly,
"HOLY Flamingo's, I'M GOING TO YALE!" Laughing, Teddy took out the acceptance letter from pocket, which I grabbed greedily and read. As I read it, I realized something. How'd Teddy get my letter?
"Uh, Teddy…" He knew what I was asking before I asked it, and answered,
"I went by your house to look for you, and that's when Ashley said you were here. As I was leaving, I saw that no one had taken the mail out of your mailbox, so I took it out myself and went back inside. The first envelope I saw was this huge Yale packet, and---,"
"Being the particularly nosy boyfriend you are, you decided to open it yourself. Then, you came here to cheer me out of my dreadful spirits, making you the best boyfriend ever!" Timidly, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, and stepped back. Even though we were going out for two months, I felt a bit awkward kissing him. Usually, he was the one that took action.
Teddy stood there for a moment, shocked, I think. After his moment of haziness, he grinned, and reaching over, pulled me in for a hug. In my ear, he whispered,
"First of all, I'm your best boyfriend because I'm your only boyfriend. Second of all, I love you. Third of all, you're stuck with me, because I got accepted to Yale as well. And you thought I wasn't a risk taker." I felt my eyes widen as he admitted this, and as I looked over his shoulder, I found a small boy staring at us. Winking at him, I pushed Teddy off of me, and grabbing his hand, started walking.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Don't know. But you better still love me when we're in Yale." Catching a brown strand of my short hair, Teddy twirled into around his fingers as we walked, and agreed solemnly,
"Of course."