The Perfect Mistake

Chapter 10

Hi. This chapter is crazy. A lot of you will most likely hate me after you read it. I sorry. 

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Sleeping is my way of forgetting about my problems. That works great until I wake up, and the familiar gnawing of pain and sadness jolts me back into reality. 

I kissed Derrick, and it was the most exhilarating thing I have ever experienced. Then I kissed Zack, and it couldn’t have been more distasteful. And then to top things off, I basically dropped Derrick and stayed with Zack.

The reasoning behind what I did seemed a lot less clear now that I laid things out in that way. Apparently I’m turning into someone who does the smart thing, and not what the heart wants.  

Zack loves me. I know he does. He is what’s good for me. Even Ali says Derrick is unreliable.

I checked my phone, noticing I had three texts. Two from Zack, and one from Derrick. 

The first one from Zack read ‘Babe. I love you.’ I clicked the next message, which said ‘Can we have a date night soon? I miss you already?’ 

Normally, texts like that would make my heart race. These just got on my nerves, and made me feel like I was being suffocated. Why is he being so clingy? I sighed and texted back, knowing I can’t go back on the decision I’ve already made.

However, I do owe Derrick an explanation. I kicked him out of my room without even bothering to tell him why we would never work out. I remembered I still had a text from him, and I looked back down at my phone. 

‘I need to talk to you.’ Was all it read.

I texted back, ‘I need to talk to you too.’

‘Balcony?’ He answered almost instantly. 

‘Could you just come over? It won’t take long.’

‘I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. We don’t need a repeat of last time.’

‘It won’t happen again. I’m waiting.’ I sent the message and threw my phone on my bed, walking down the stairs to wait in the living room. 

My front door opened, and I rolled my eyes at the lack of privacy I have here when it comes to theAmes’ children. “In here.” I called when I heard him step inside. 

“Hey.” He said, stepping into my view. As always, I was stunned by his appearance. He was wearing a green shirt, which definitely brought out his eyes.

I was finding it hard to look away, which was dangerous and defeating the purpose of why I invited him over. But at least he’s wearing a shirt. This would be a lot more difficult if he wasn’t. 

I mentally slapped myself when I noticed him looking at me with an expectant expression. 

“What did you need to talk to me about?” I asked. 

“You first.” He said, sitting down on the couch opposite of me and folding his arms. 

“Well…” I started, pausing to figure out a way to get out what I wanted to say without sounding unsure.

“I… just… uh…” I kept trying to rephrase what I was sure was going to sound completely pathetic, but nothing intelligent was coming to mind. 

“Are we going to sit here all night?” He asked in a harsh voice. 

I looked at him with a bewildered expression. Derrick hasn’t talked to me like that in months. “No, were not. I’m just trying to figure out how I want to say it.”