OCD

IV

I was really starting to worry as I paced around my bedroom. Waiting for Emmett to text me saying what I had said on the phone. I knew I was some sort of crazy for thinking he would actually text me. I mean he only just met me. I could hear his words in my head as I paced.

"Oh thank god, I'm not used to talking to pretty girls,"
Did you mean to say that?
I've got to go. I'll text you later.

Why was it all so nerve wrecking? Not only had I never gotten a text from a boy before, but I've also never had to wait this long for a text telling me what I had said.
After waiting and pacing, my phone finally vibrated. I rushed to it an looked at in concern as I read who the message was from. It was Mariah asking about when we could finish up the history assignment due next week. I yelled in rage and didn't text her back, knowing I would probably sound aggressive and rude.
At 7:30 Emmett finally picked up the nerve and decided to text me. I didn't even read it before responding and saying:
"What did I say on the phone?"
He answered shortly saying :
" You said I made you feel special."
I stared at the text in shock. Had I really said that? What was wrong with me? Was I some sort of creep that liked when a boy talked to me? Of course not. I'm thirteen. I have no interest in anybody. At least no boys, no matter how they make me feel. 

I then answered with a simple "oh." Why didn't he say that to me, huh? Probably because I can't text properly. I place my phone on the counter, but three seconds after I had leaped off of my bed to get my clothes out for the next day, he texted me back. 

Authors Note:

Ok, so don't hate me for leaving a cliff hanger. Again. And I'm also sorry for the extremely short chapterI haven't updated for two weeks, and I felt bad. SOOO here is the chapter. This story has reached almost 100 reads!! I wasn't planning on people actually reading my story. Ok so I'm going to end this here because I know noone reads the authors note (or at least I don't) so BYEEE!!

-Liviebee