the accident

4:16 pm

 this is boringly just one chapter...enjoy:)

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I'm in the waiting room. I feel dehydrated, and sick to my stomach. Anything that I'll eat will come back up. I look over at other people in the waiting room. We all have the same worried look on our faces. A little girl is crying in her mother's arms. An older lady is staring into space, probably dazed out and tired of waiting to hear the fate of her significant other. Another old man is bawling his eyes out after a doctor came, and told him that his wife is dead.

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 It has been exactly a week and two days since I've seen Miles. He hasn't called or texted me or even acknowledged me. I felt heart-broken. On top of that, I couldn't call him, because I didn't have his number. Maybe he didn't like me, as much as I liked him. Maybe I was a bad kisser. Whatever, I tried getting over Marcus, and it didn't work out. The only downfall was the fact that I told Abby. Now she won't ever let it go that I was rejected after a first date.

After a boring lecture at school, I went to work, which was also terrible. Customers' kept on yelling at me for issues that I couldn't control. For instance, something was the wrong price or a sale item was not showing its discounted price.

After work, I came home. When I got into my apartment, I sprawled out on my couch and listened to music out loud, it was almost six-thirty, but I didn't feel like making dinner yet. I listened to Shawn Mendes and James Bay's playlist and sang out loud. When I opened my phone, I realized that I had a miss call from an unknown number. My heart skipped a beat a little. My initial reaction was that Miles tried calling, and I didn't answer.

I wasn't emotionally ready to talk to him again. I barely knew the guy, and I had no idea if he felt the connection I felt. What if he's calling because he never wants to see me again? Or what if he was saying that I was a bad kisser? Although, why would he call if he didn't like it? Or let alone ask for my number and kiss me? Since I was overthinking it, I decided just to call him.

When it was dialling, I kept on pacing around my apartment. I would walk all around my apartment, and I wasn't able to stay still. "Hello?" The person said when they answered. I couldn't tell if it was Miles's voice or not.

"Hi," I said. "You called me..." I said anxiously.

"Emma," it's definitely a guy. My heart was pounding hard, as whoever it is breathed out and said: "It's Jake from English two-fourteen,"

"Oh, hi," I said completely dazed out. I couldn't believe I'd just assumed that it was Miles. Miles had a life. Why wouldn't he call though? I wondered.

"You're probably like, why would Jake call, huh?" Jake said, and I totally forgot that he was on the phone.

"Yeah, I wondered," I said. Then it suddenly hit me, and I realized why he was calling. We had an English project together, that I completely forgot about. "Never mind," I said. "I remembered."

"You sound disappointed." He remarked. Jake's a heavy breather in person, but on the phone, I could barely hear myself think due to his heavy breathing.

"Yeah," I admitted. "I was just expecting—someone else. Sorry,"

"Oh it's A okay," he said. "So when would you like to meet up—to work on the project?" 

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 We talked on the phone for over an hour. He just kept on talking about how good our project will be. Honestly, the whole time I was disappointed about the call not being from Miles. I kept on second-guessing myself. I kept on thinking that it was my fault.

"Emma? Are you there?" Jake asked after I didn't respond in a while.

"Yeah, I'm still here," I said. I was contemplating asking Jake what he thought of the whole situation. Obviously, it would have been weird, but I'm really curious. "I need to go," I said finally. Before he could answer, I hung up the phone. I could not care less about how rude it was, I couldn't concentrate.

I made myself some dinner. I was starving, and I didn't realize it until my stomach growled. I decided to make cauliflower rice with roasted vegetables. It was delicious, and then I topped it off with this vegan dressing I found at Whole Foods.

I still kept on thinking about Miles. In a way, I shouldn't really care, because I don't know him anyway, and plus, we went on that one date. It wasn't like we went on many dates beforehand. I decided to make a pact with myself. And I am not going to care about when Miles calls next or even think about him...let's see how long that can last... 

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I won't turn my back
now that you want to
and if there's nothing left
why does it haunt you, oh

- jeremy zucker — better off 

I know! this is a short chapter but bear with me...it gets better. I wanted to add realistic elements, therefore, jake is a thing. I didn't want it to sound too much like a fanfiction (even though, it already sounds like a fanfic). tell me if I'm doing a good job:)

QOTD: are you in school? if yes, what grade/year?

first year of university

I love every single one of you who reads this story, I hope you enjoy it:)

love, 

MS