Wrong number. (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Two

"I'm changing for you, Stacy!"

"No you're not, please."

"I'm sorry, Stacy."

"No you're not. Just admit it, you're no longer interested in a fat cow like me!"

"No! That's not it at all!"

"Then it's because I'm Mormon isn't it?"

"No!"

"Yes it is! Because of me you have to watch your language! I won't let you have sex with me and I make you go to stupid church. I even had you read the stupid Book of Mormon. In all actuality, I'm bringing you down by taking you away from your friends and life."

"No, stop it. Stop assuming that. I just ... I don't see us working this out."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're a Saint, Stacy. I'm a devil's child. I can't ever be like you. I know you want to get married in the temple and I can't give you that. I know we're only in high school but I'm gonna bring that up. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you because you make me incredibly happy but I can't have you. I'm stealing you away from someone who truly deserves you."

"Just shut up! Oh gosh just shut up, Nick. Please." She grabbed my arm and I finally looked at her after looking away shamefully.

My heart broke as I studied her mournful face. I immediately regretted everything.

"You're so stupid. You stupid stupid boy! You only think about yourself! You don't care about me or my feelings! I love you, Nick! Why can't you just accept that? Don't you see? I'm willing to wait! You don't have to get baptized right away and marry me. I have faith that in time you'll come to accept the gospel."

"I'm not as patient as you, Stacy." I wiped tears from under her puffy eyes then held her face in my hands. "I love you, Stacy."

"Then what are you doing?" Stacy ripped my hands from her wet face. She got up and I grabbed her arms, not ready to let her go. She yanked from my grip and I suddenly felt empty. I'm sorry. "You called me three in the morning just to break up with me? Congratulations Nick, you're officially a douche bag in my eyes." Before she ran out of my room, she turned and said, "What happened to your promise of becoming the man I need?" Then she ran, and I didn't chase after her.

STACY

I ran to my car with tears running down my face, no longer caring if Nick's mom heard me. I climbed into my car and made sure to drive away as fast as I could, in case Nick tried to catch up to me. I cried as the sky turned a light blue. I pulled into my driveway with a sticky face coated in dry tears then walked inside.

"Where have you been?" My mom and dad were standing in the entryway of the foyer. My mom asked the question.

"Were you at Nick's?" My dad asked with folded arms. He didn't look angry, just disappointed. I would be too. I'm disappointed in myself for thinking that a girl like me could possibly date a boy like Nick.

"Yes," I looked down at my soaked shoes.

"You can't just go in the middle of the night to a boy's house without our permission even if he is your boyfriend." My mom declared. I nodded, allowing tears to fill my vision the moment she said the word 'boyfriend.'

"I'm sorry," I said with tears in my voice. My dad unfolded his arms.

"I think you and Nick should take a break from one another." I just nodded and hiccuped. I wiped at my face and I bet my parents were really confused. I decided to end their confusion through my sobbing.

"You guys don't have to worry about Nick being a bad influence on me anymore." Sniff. "He broke up with me," I bawled into my hands and just shook there for a moment alone.

"Oh, sweetie," my mom came up and gave me a hug. I got snot on her shoulder but I couldn't stop.

I always watched the girl cry on TV after a breakup and thought about how they over exaggerated. I told myself that I would never act that way. That I would quickly move on. What a hypocrite I've become.