Mr. Perfect

Eight

Amelia

Jake seated himself on the edge of his bed and stared at me, "We could cancel, you know..." 

"Jake, I'm fine." I lied, flumping next to him. "I'm over him." another lie.

I know it's been three weeks since Mr. I'll-let-you-fall-in-love-with-me-then-leave-you left for his family's farm. I acted like I was totally fine, like my heart wasn't burning for his sweet hugs and soft kisses. And at the same time, it was burning with despair.

I'm not fine. I lost the love I've been looking for since... forever?

The one time I let myself fall for someone... he let me down.

"Are you sure? We can stay if you want to." I clicked my tongue and shook my head, "You've been planning this for months, Jakey boi. Go have fun and leave me alone for some time." He snorted and eyed me. Still not sure.

"Are we staying?" Louis's head popped from the door frame, "No. You're leaving." Louis's hands flew in the air, "Thanks, Ames." He winked at me, "Let's go, babe." He said picking up as many bags as his arms could handle.

I said my goodbyes and left for my home.

For a moment there I thought that Jake didn't want to go on a trip with Louis, he kept begging me to ask them to stay...

The weather was now warmer than when I last met Marcus, some days were extremely hot, and some were hot but with a colder breeze.

The walk home was messy though, I was thinking a thousand thoughts all at once. Seventy-five percent of them included Mr. Not-so-perfect, and the other twenty-five percent were just me thinking about what I'd do when I get home.

I saw a small white envelope that was slid under my door, I picked it up and it just had my name on it.

I opened it and there was a note.

I love you, I am sorry.

M.B

The first M that came to my mind was Marcus. But his last name is Evans, right?

I took a deep breath, it's been three weeks since he left, and now he remembers to send a note? And I don't even know if it's him who sent the note. If it is him... he loves me? But... if he does, why would he leave? Why wouldn't he try his best to stay with me?

I took a deep breath and my breath was shaky, Surprise!

I threw the note in the back pocket of my jeans and locked the door to leave.

I went to the grocery store and picked up two flavors of ice cream – just in case... then went to the park and sat on the same bench Marcus and I always sat on.

God, what was I doing?

Marcus left. For good. He isn't coming back just because I received a note. Maybe he sent it weeks ago and I got it just today, maybe he sent it the day he left. Maybe... but maybe he sent it today, maybe he'll pop out of nowhere. Maybe...

Or maybe, he didn't send it at all.

What if... maybe he left because of what happened at the party, he's a guy. He thinks like guys, maybe he thought I was easy too. Maybe he thought the same as Chris.

Jeez, no, Amelia, c'mon, it's Marcus we're talking about, he wouldn't... would he?

I took a deep breath, calming my nerves and took a spoon full of nothing... I finished my chocolate ice cream, and now I'm left with Marcus's disgusting minty ice cream.