blissful | jatum

15.

[tate]
"you what?"
i slipped on my shirt.
"ok shut up"
"so you're dating?"
i turned my head to gabbie brushing her teeth.
"no" i said looking down.
"but you like him!"
"he doesn't like me"
"bullshit!"
i climbed in bed as she snuggled up next to me.
"he didn't refuse the kiss" she started.
i turned my head away from her. not because i was annoyed but because it was true.
"whatever i'm going to bed"
"night gabs"
"night!"
as soon as the door closed i smiled. did he like me back? my head hurt too much for accident drinking. i picked up my phone. i wanted to text him. i wanted to hear for him but for some reason i couldn't bring myself to. only one thing ran through my mind.
why didn't he pull away from the kiss?
it wasn't on the lips but would've he pulled away if it was? my mind couldn't stop racing at the thought of he liked me. the looks he gave me. the way he grabbed my waist to protect me from whoever tried to touch me. why did he do that. my thoughts were interrupted at my phone ringing from a text

today 12:45 am

jonah: you awake?

me: yeah why are you?

jonah: can't stop thinking

me: thinking about what?

jonah: ...nothing

me: hey thanks for tonight

jonah: for what?

me: inviting me even though i made us leave

jonah: don't worry about it i usually get uncomfortable with parties too

me: can i say sorry?

jonah: for what?

me: ...calling you a dick

jonah: nah i deserved it dick move to do in the first place

me: ahaha

jonah: are you home safely?

me: yeah you dropped me

jonah: just checking

jonah: goodnight tatum.

me: night

tatum. i could hear him say it through the texts. i thought he texted back but instead it was corbyn calling.
"it's like midnight" i said picking up.
"good morning to you too" he said cheerfully.
"what do you want?"
"jeez did you get THAT drunk?"
"no not that much"
"so you drank"
"on accident!"
i heard him laugh on the other end.
"so...jonah?"
i blushed at the sound of his name.
"what about him?"
"so did you guys like-"
"corbyn!"
"ok ok sorry!"
i smiled softly.
"i kissed him"
"WHAT?"
"on the cheek!"
"ugh you're no fun"
"ok i'm sorry!"
"so you like him"
i paused.
"...maybe"
i heard him squeal through the phone.
"next thing you know he's going to di-"
"don't finish that sentence"
"well i'm happy for you"
"we aren't together" i yawned.
"what about the dance coming up in two days?"
"um i'm not going obviously"
"tatum dahl"
"yes corbyn besson?"
"you're going"
"no ones asked me it's a little late"
"...jonah"
i rolled my eyes.
"no"
"c'mon tate"
i curled my lips looking outside my window.
"he didn't even ask me about it"
"well maybe because he's going to surprise you"
"get some sleep you psycho no he's not"
"tate!"
"i'll just see you tomorrow ok? my head hurts"
"fine. love you"
i laughed.
"i love you too"
i put my phone back on my nightstand as i lay there thinking over and over and over again repeatedly.

the winter formal.