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My Wattpad Love

Chapter 19

I was seriously questioning my morals. Keeping a promise had never felt so impossible in my entire life; not even when I promised Mom, I wouldn't play with her shoes when I was seven. Yeah, that had been a tough promise to keep, believe me. I was sitting on my bed; my laptop was on my lap. I was scrolling down Wikipedia. I was focused on reading an specific term: 

Morality (from the Latin moralitas "manner, character, proper behavior") is the differentiation of intentions, decisions, and actions between those that are good (or right) and those that are bad (or wrong).  

Right and wrong...

There was such a thin line between those two. I knew it was wrong to break a promise but God, it was getting so hard. It'd been two days since the day I met Evan in the park. Two long agonizing days... I'd been at home trying to recover from the so opportune flu I'd caught last week. I read Evan's poem over and over again. How could he expect me to forget about him just like that? He wrote me a freaking heartbreaking poem and then he expected me just to forget him? He certainly didn't know me well. I wasn't the type of girl to give up so easily. But then there was the fact that I'd given him my word. However, my word didn't seem too valuable for me right now. 

Maybe, I could talk to him and blame it on the cough medicine. That thing was strong; it got me all sleepy and relaxed. I could tell him I got an overdose or something.

Yeah, Julie, cough medicine overdose... classy. 

Sighing in frustration, I closed the Wikipedia tab and immediately the browser showed me Wattpad. I'd got many privates messages but any of them was from Evan. Not being able to hold back any longer, I clicked on Evan's profile. I wasn't going to talk to him; I was just going to check his profile, that wasn't bad, was it? As soon as I scroll down his message board, I knew this was a bad idea. He was talking to that girl again. My heart sank in my chest as I watched them flirt. 

Didn't he know how bad he was hurting me? 

If he was going to flirt with her, couldn't just he do it through private messages? It was like he was rubbing all this on my face. I slammed my laptop closed and fell backwards on my bed. I stared at the ceiling in silence.