He remains silent and I allow myself to look around the room, rubbing my clammy hands on the fabric covering my knee.
"Zedd?"
"Yeah?"
"Just making sure you're still there."
"Yeah I'm still here..."
"Oh." I clear my throat. "Well don't you want to know who it is?"
"Not really."
The words cut me like a sharp knife. Does he know? Is this his way of telling me I shouldn't say anything?
Has he known about it the whole time? No. Because I haven't even known about these feelings until very recently.
"Oh...okay."
"Yeah."
"Well...I'm going to go." I can't take this anymore.
"Okay."
"I'll talk to you later?" I hope.
"Maybe."
I hang up quickly, tears springing up in my eyes. I quickly wipe them away.
"I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry." I repeat to myself.
Placing my head in my hands, I rub my temples.
"Have I misread this whole thing?" I whisper to myself.
A knock on my bedroom door has me wiping at my escape tears furiously.
"Come in." I croak.
"Max? Oh wow are you crying?" Garrett pauses in the doorway.
"N-no I just had this really huge piece of something in my eye." I lie, pulling my shoulders back and putting a fake smile on my face.
He raises an eyebrow at me, looking at me skeptically. "Okay." He drawls.
I blink blankly at him. "What are you doing in my room, Garrett."
"Oh right." He chuckles. "Mom told me to tell you that we're going out tonight for dinner. Something about feeling too lazy and not being appreciated."
"Oh...well tell her I'd rather just stay here." I tell him.
He looks quizzically at me. "You're sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure. I'm just kind of feeling under the weather." I fake a sniffle.
He rolls his eyes but leaves the room wordlessly, no doubt telling my mom that I'm a brat and she should buy him my share of food along with his own.
Sighing, I flop onto my back against the firm mattress.
How can something so small make such a huge impact on me? How is it that just one person in this huge world can make me feel like the world is ending?
Whatever. This calls for some Ben and Jerry's.
As I trudge down to the freezer I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not cringe at several moments in our conversation.
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Five Things
Dla nastolatkówThis story involves many things. Perhaps it's clichè and perhaps it's not. It's the story of Max Keller. The girl who was forced to move and transfer schools when she was fourteen only to be harassed by a boy with lots of freckle and lots of questi...
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