Cindercella 》Jack Johnson

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I couldn't do it.

I was a coward, and ran. Like I literally ran away. Once Bia handed me Jack's phone, I Usain Bolted out of the cafeteria, and onto the football field as fast as I could. No one chased after me though, considering how slow I am, and the fact that I stopped running, out of breath once I stepped out of the cafeteria, someone would've caught me by now.

Out of shape and lonely; what a great combination.

Now I'm sat here alone, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the football field, clutching the boy I love's phone in my hand, staring hard at his contact.

I'm torn. I want to call him so bad, it hurts. I just want to know if he wants to become more. But then again, I don't want to call him because of the big possibility he doesn't want to become anything more. I mean, I can't blame him. His life is already hectic as it is, he doesn't need some normal, everyday girl in his glamorous life. However, I think I should call Jack, only because Bianca told me too;

and Bianca is always right.

Dialing my number, I take in a slow breath, more nervous than a fourth grader reciting their very first speech. However, before I can hit the call button, the phone rings with my contact lighting up. Closing my eyes, I press the answer button.

"Hello?" I breathed.

"Hey El, you okay?" He asked scepetically. Of course he would know if something's wrong.

"Yeah, I just..."

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to know..."

"El, I'm running late babe." He said growing more impatient with my stalls.

"Are we dating?"

"Huh?"

"Like, where do we stand? In a relationship, I mean."

I'm holding my breath now, every second growing longer and longer. It's completely silent on the other end, before a cuss word is sounded. Then, he does something I'd never thought he would never do. He runs away, he panics, he breaks my heart.

Jack hangs up.