Ricky bought me a silver heart-shaped necklace, studded with sparkly diamond rhinestones. My new boyfriend used his earning as a part-time mortician’s apprentice. I never asked for details about his job or visited him at work.
Two sisters from my school, Lucy and Marion (names changed) attended the same church as Ricky. Lucy was in my grade and Marion the grade below us. Marion had her sights set on my Ricky. She didn’t admit this, but her step-mom told my Mom, who told me.A group of classmates stood admiring my new necklace, when Marion walked up.
“Let me see it,” she said.
Before I could move, she yanked the necklace off my neck. My wilted necklace hung from her hand.
“Why’d you do that?” I cried.
“It was an accident,” she answered. “It wouldn’t have broken if it wasn’t so cheap.”
No apology came out of her mouth. I knew she did it on purpose and so did everyone else.
Her sister, Lucy, said, “Marion, you know what you did.”
Tears started leaking down my eyes, but I didn’t blat. I retrieved my necklace and carefully put it in my pocket.
“My father will fix it. If he can’t, I bet Ricky will buy me a new one.”
As we walked away, my friend, Marcia, who never made a mean comment about anyone, said, “I think Marion might have broken your necklace on purpose.”
I continued simmering over Marion’s un-accident through my remaining classes and while I walked outside for cheerleading practice. Marion stood with a bunch of her friends, apparently waiting for me. She asked, “Why would someone like Rick go steady with you?”At a loss for words (since I didn’t know how I got so lucky) I turned my back and wiggled my butt while sashaying away. My intent was to show I was somewhat sensual and desirable, and there was absolutely no reason a guy wouldn’t want to go steady with me.
“That figures. I should have known it was something like that,” she smirked.
Too late, I realized I sent the wrong message. I was too embarrassed to correct her nasty mind; it wouldn’t do any good anyway.
Daddy-O fixed my necklace. I made sure Marion saw it every chance I could as a reminder that Ricky chose me.
Lessons learned: Jealous hearts make their own black spots. And when you are speechless over someone’s indelicate remark, simply walk away in a normal fashion.
Now it’s your turn: Did jealousy ever effect you?
Related posts: Chapter Fourteen: Boiling Over; Ugly Bug Ball; Unearthly Love Spirits
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