Preferably In Bed Sheets

21/02

I wanted to sleep. Shoe shopping tired me out so much and we were yet to find anything to my taste. Paige bought three pairs of shoes already and she isn't even going on the date. I had gave up hope that I would even find something my size considering my feet are so small (size 4). Alex had finally managed to find a pair of tanned ankle boots in my size, which weren't hideous.

"What are you even wearing tonight? And who the hell is Harrison Peters? Describe him to me again," Paige whined.

She's been struggling to put a name to a face. It's killing her to not to know who he is, since Paige is the somebody who knows everybody. I'm surprised she hasn't tracked down his Facebook profile, and stalk his every move.

"Paige, he is exactly what he looks like in his profile picture. I'm still indecisive about my outfit choice but I'm sure I'll find something. Actually I better be leaving now, Harrison is picking me up at eight and I still have stuff to do at home," I said, paying for the boots.

I waved my friends off and began walking home, feeling so incredibly happy that nothing could hit me. My phone began vibrating in my pocket. Without looking at the caller ID, I answered, too busy crossing the road to pay attention to the person on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Where you fuck have you been? Why the fucking hell have you been ignoring me?"

I hung up. I don't deserve to be swore at like that. I know I've ignored him for a few days but I don't deserve that. I dialled Jessie's number again, rage filling my body like water fills a jug.

"Deli-"

"Shut up. You don't get to swear at me, at all. Go sit on the fire escape and wait for me there."

I felt my heart drop. I've never spoke to anyone in the tone I just used but I needed the power. I need the power. I need to feel strong when I'm about to have this conversation with Jessie. I felt sick even thinking about it. I prepared several speeches in my head but none seemed right. None of them seemed good enough for Jessie.

When I reached home I grabbed two bottles of water and headed straight to my room. A long sigh escaped my mouth, and I mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen. I placed my bags on my bed, removed my blazer and straightened my skirt. Grabbing the waters, I unlocked the window to see Jessie pacing the fire escape. Our eyes locked, both filled with anger, guilt, regret and much more emotions I couldn't place.

Jessie rushed down to my level, looking rigid and lost. Once in front of me, he enveloped me into a big hug. I've been secretly missing that hug.

"What the hell is going on with us?" Jessie asked, resting his chin on my head.

"We really need to talk. Especially about Sunday.You rushed out to see Katie and left me alone in your apartment."

"'Do you remember.' You started telling me something and it started with 'do you remember'. I'm sorry for leaving you but Katie just has this way of screwing with my brain. She's going to be in the city for at least a year and wants to talk about getting back together. Delilah I was in love with her six months ago. I can't just forget her like that. My only problem is you."

The air in my lungs evaporated and my knees began to shake. Is this Jessie admitting he loves me? If it is then shouldn't I be feeling something more than what I do?

Then I realised. This isn't our time. The universe is sending two people our way, shouldn't that indicate something. Why would the universe send me Harrison and send Jessie Katie unless the universe doesn't want us to be together. The confusion in my head was overbearing and I was thankful for the water I brought with me.