Bet On Us

22. Jealously Moments

21:00pm

When Robert left, I was sat there wondering, can't we just give it another go?
It breaks my heart, that Robert don't want to date, but I also understand because we aren't in the right time frame at the moment.
Folkestone it is then.
Nothing is keeping me here.

I messaged back the bloke, who owned the flat up in Folkestone.
"Hi there, that will be fine. I have that right now, when could we meet for me to look at the flat? If I like it, I have the deposit as well as, the rent money" I messaged.
I got a inheritance from my dad, when he passed away.
My mum didn't give it to me, until I left to go live in London.
It was quite a lot of money, it was roughly 30-40 grand.
I haven't even spent it, everything what I brought, I brought it out of my money.

Suddenly, I heard a ping of my laptop.
I opened it back up, looked at my emails, then noticed that he had messaged me back.
Oooooh!
People always say, when one door closes, another opens.
"Hi there, the rent is only £1000 now. But it'll drop down to £650 when you move in.
Are you available tomorrow?" He messaged back
I can't believe it, this is a dream come true.

I messaged him back:
"Hi there, that's completely fine! Yes, that's great. What time?" I messaged back
For some reason, it felt like love letters, sending them back and forth.
-Ping-
I looked at the email once again.
"Hi again, around 9am. Is that okay for you?" He messaged back
I messaged back with: "Yes that's totally fine, see you tomorrow. Could you send me the address over please?" I messaged
-Ping-
"Yes of course, it's 54 Cheriton Road, CT20 1DD. Looking forward to meeting you also, enjoy your night" he messaged once again.

I can't wait for this fresh start, too much has happened here within these past 2 months.
Such as: falling for Robert, even though he used me for a bet (but he's forgiven), Miah framing me for setting the whole thing up outside the club, Millie getting kidnapped by Niall, me seeing him in a dark alley, then I lost my first child due to stress. So much has happened, that I wish I could take back.
But I can't, what's done has been done. What's said, has been said.
It's time to move on, hopefully, me moving to Folkstone will help me move on.

I walked to my bedroom, put my phone on charge, whilst setting an alarm for half 6. It's a good hour and a half to Folkestone from here. So I need to be out of the door by 7 latest.
I turn off my bedroom light, close my curtains, I put my duvet to one side.
I hop into bed, pull the duvet over me, then I drift off to sleep.

Friday morning came, Instead of waking up at half 6, I woke up at 6.
I might as well get up, I turn on the bedroom light, as well as, blinding myself in the process.
I make the bed, then scurry into the kitchen, I turn my coffee pot on to keep it warm.
I walk back into the bedroom, open my curtains, then open the window to let fresh air in.
I walk back towards the kitchen, take a mug out of the cupboard. Finally, I made myself a nice hot coffee.
I let it cool down, otherwise I'm going to burn my gums off.
I walk towards the bedroom once again, looking through my wardrobe on what to wear today, it's still summertime.
I put on a tank top, a black checkered skirt, black tights, whilst putting on a black blazer to make myself look even more smart.
I put my hair into a messy bun, at the same time, I started to apply my make up. I didn't have setting spray at the time, I had ran out.
I know, tragic.
I put hairspray on my face, it makes your make up stay on.