After eating, we went to Central Park and sat on a bench. So, this was really happening. I really have a boyfriend.
I told Allen everything that happened last night and this morning. He said he was sorry that he could not be there, but he'll be here to listen.
"Alexa," he said. I turned to him.
"Yup?"
"I've got to tell you something too about last night." His voice was serious. It made me nervous.
I stayed quiet and looked at the leaves falling from the trees. The wind was blowing, and the Robins and Sparrows were flying everywhere, chirping as they went. I watched as children ran around the park, laughing.
Allen sighed. "I went at Macy's last night and forgot to tell you. My phone was not with me. It's just that Ryan pulled me from my room and forced me inside the car. The next thing I knew was--"
I cut him off. "It's okay, Allen. You're not obligated to tell me everything you do in your personal life. It's not like I'm your wife. You can break up with me anytime. It's fine." How pathetic of me. I stood up and left. I'm just hurt.
As I was there at my house nervous and did not know how to tell my parents about my condition, he was there partying at Macy's and enjoying. And we just got "serious" that night. He finally asked me the question, and it felt real. Well, maybe for me it was.
Allen caught up with me and held my hand. "Alexa. I was sleeping when Ryan pulled me. I left my phone, hence the sleeping."
"You could've rode a cab or something to go home." I muttered. "But you didn't. So, as I was a mess last night, you were enjoying yourself. And you even told me that--nevermind. . ."
Allen let out a deep breath. ". . . I'm sorry. You're right. They forced me to drink just one shot, but they drugged it."
I shrugged. "Whatever, Allen. I don't even want to think about it."
"Baby. I'm sorry." He hugged me from behind and kissed my cheeks. "I'll make it up to you. What do you want?"
I bit the insides of my cheeks. Man, he can easily make me forgive him. "Take me to London, and then I'll forgive you."
Allen laughed. "I can't possibly take you there now. I'm just a student. If you can wait for a year or two-"
"I can be dead by that time." I laughed, and it was now his time to frown.
"Babe." He said sternly. "I don't want to hear about deaths. So, what if you're really going to die. I just want to have this time and the remaining time to be happy with you. Death will not be a topic and will never be."
I bit my lip. "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm trying to accept it. Forgive me."
"Okay." He breathed out, and we kissed. I know. We kissed. I smiled as we pulled away.
"Anyway, when's your football game? Isn't that supposed to happen this month?" I asked. We continued to walk and sat by the lake.
"Yeah. Next week. We'll play against Brooklyn Tech in Wien Stadium." He brushed off something on my hair.
"You're the quarterback. I hope you will do best on the game. Brooklyn Tech are good players." I touched his face, and he leaned in.
"Dating you is the best decision I've ever made." He sighed. "Well, pray for me. I hope we can win this season. It's also for my college application at the University of Alabama."
My mouth went O. "Wow. You're deciding to go there? That would be far. Like, 4 hour flight from here."
"Don't look sad. Don't be sad." He hugged me. "I'll come home whenever I can to visit you. Or you can just go there and study."
I shook my head. That wouldn't be necessary. I will be dying. I just want to spend the last three or four years of my life enjoying and preparing for the final hour.
"You know I can't. I want to enjoy the remaining years, and that means not going to school." I told him. He pouted and looked away. "It's okay, love. You'll accept it sooner or later."
