Of Course I Will.
Early morning, Friday September thirteenth.
"Alright class," Mr. Warner started, walking around at the front of the room. "I expect all your homework on my desk. If, you conveniently forgot it at home, or, your dog ate it, you will have detention."
I dug around in my backpack, desperately trying to find my homework.
Dangit! I really forgot it at home!
"Miss Lily Jones, are having trouble finding your homework?" Mr. Warner asked, stopping in front of me
"I forgot it at home," I mumbled, pushing up my glasses
"Detention," He snapped his fingers, making me jump.
I rolled my eyes as Mr. Warner handed out detentions left and right.
"Ah, Mister Dustin Smith, let's see, I'm going to bet you didn't do or bring your homework." He stopped in front of me, knocking my feet off of the desk
"How are ya doing Fred?" I nearly laughed. "Let's see, I'm going to bet I have detention tomorrow."
"Make that double detention, one for tomorrow, and one for next Saturday." Mr. Warner smirked, walking off
I propped my feet back on my desk, smirking to myself.
Early morning, Saturday September fourteenth.
"Next time, don't get detention." Daniel spat, smacking me to the ground
I slowly got up off the ground, in fear I could be hit again.
"Now, go on. You aren't getting a ride from me," Daniel waved his hand, indicating for me to leave.
I grabbed my backpack as I slid on my hoodie and started walking to school, feeling the warm tears fall down my freezing cold face.
I entered the school and went to the library, where detention is being held.
By the time I got into the library, Mr. Warner was already there.
"Good morning Miss Jones," Mr. Warner nodded
"Good morning," I mumbled, sitting down at one of the desks
The library door swung open.
There's no shock.
"Alright, for the next four hours, you both will be sitting quietly." Mr. Warner explained "I have detention in three other rooms, if I hear one peep out of either of you, you will have detention next Saturday."
Mr. Warner walked out of the room.
I pulled my hood over my head, took off my glasses and put my head in my arms.
Feeling someone sit next to me, I picked my head up.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice hoarse
"You're what? The goody two shoes? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at choir practice?" Dustin wondered, propping his feet up on the corner of the desk
"Leave me alone," I sniffed, putting my head back in my arms
"Hey, um, uh, Lily, I may be a jerk, but, I'm not an idiot. What's wrong?" He asked
I lifted my head up, putting on my glasses.
"Why would you care what's wrong, you're the so called bad boy; I'm exactly how you put it, I'm the goody two shoes. So, tell me, why do you care?" I questioned
Dustin was obviously taken back by my little rant.
"Uh, I, um," Dustin stammered, scratching the back of his neck
"That's what I thought," I shook my head, putting my head in my arms, my glasses hitting them
"I was just trying to help," Dustin muttered
I didn't feel him get up.
I looked over at him, my head still lying on my arms.
"Why didn't you go back over there?" I asked, slightly shocked
"I'm not just gonna go back over there when your over here all sad-like," He shrugged
I picked my head up, my glasses falling off as I looked at him.
He started to get them at the same time as I did.
"Oh, uh, I, uh," He stuttered, picking my glasses up and handing them to me. "Sorry."
I took them from him and set them on the desk, reaching around in my backpack for my purple tape.
After a minute or two, I had my glasses fixed and put back on.
"Why are you being so nice to me? We've hardly ever spoken to each other." I wondered
I watched, completely intrigued, as Lily fixed her glasses.
As girly as this may sound, I've, uh, I've been in love her since freshman year.
I have a reputation for being a 'bad boy'.
Why? Just because I drive a motorcycle doesn't mean I'm trouble.
"Why are you being so nice to me? We've hardly ever spoken to each other." Lily asked
Get up your nerve man.
"I, I, um, uh," I stuttered
"Can you read sign language?" I wondered, remember how we both took a sign language class last year at the community center
'I love you.' I signed
Lily's mouth dropped.
"Did you just sign what I think you signed?" She asked, obviously shocked
I nodded, not able to find words.
'I love you too.' Lily signed back
"You, you do?" I stammered
She nodded happily.
I stood up, pulling her by the hand up with me.
I kissed her lips lightly, pulling away moments later with my forehead against hers.
"Lily, will you be my girlfriend?" I questioned hopefully
"Of course I will," She giggled
After detention was over, Dustin offered to walk me home.
"I have a question," He told me
"Shoot," I smiled up at him
"How did your glasses get broken? They were fine yesterday." Dustin asked
I looked down at the ground as I replied,
"My Stepdad threw me up against the wall, my glasses fell off and before I could get them, he snapped them in two."
Dustin stopped walking and turned to look at me.
"Lily, babydoll, look at me." He ordered softly
I looked up at him, his deep green eyes gazing into mine.
"You can't let him push you around like that, you deserve better than that." He explained
"I'm scared of him," I said, my voice barely audible
"How about this, you're about to be eighteen right?" He asked
"Move in with me, it's just my Mom, my little brother, and me. We have a guest room if you don't want to sleep in my room, what do ya say?" Dustin wondered
I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment before I said,
"Okay, but you have to help me tell my Mom and Stepdad."
Five years later.
"Dustin," I giggled "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see," He chuckled
After the day Dustin helped me move out, everything started getting better.
We both graduated, and we went to the college in the next town.
Now, he's leading me somewhere with his hands over my eyes.
"Alright, no peaking, keep your eyes closed." Dustin ordered softly
"Okay," I laughed lightly
Dustin removed his hands from my eyes.
"Open your eyes," Dustin told me
I opened my eyes to see a heart on the ground made of roses and surrounded by candles.
Dustin walked over to me, taking my hands in his.
"Lily, ever since freshman year of high school, I've been in love with you. I love the way you push your glasses up when you're trying to concentrate, I love the way you absentmindedly chew on the eraser of your pencil, and most of all, I love the way you managed to love me with all my flaws." He smiled down at me; I smiled back at him, tears of joy filling my eyes.
"Lily, I've dreamed about asking you this from the moment I saw you." Dustin nodded, getting down on one knee and grabbing a small box from his pocket
"Lily Marie Jones, will you marry me?" He asked hopefully, flipping the box open
"Of course I will."