omegle:: hood

twenty-two

"look, i'm sorry for doing this to you. i really didn't mean to keep it going for this long, but i like you. i like you so much and i want you-"

i shook my head, cutting myself off and stepping on the gas pedal as the light turned green.

i had been practicing what i was going to say to annabelle once i picked her up.

obviously, every single thing that i try doesn't seem good enough for me.

"hey annabelle. i really-"

i shook my head once again, "hi- wait, or is it hey?"

a frustrated groan left my lips as i came to a stop at a red light.

i grabbed my phone, opening up the messages.

me: hey, i'm almost there :)

i heard a honk behind me, making me jump and set my phone down quickly. i noticed the light turn green.

"i should've just gone walking. people like me don't belong on the road. i could probably get stopped by the police soon." i said to myself.

as i got closer and closer to annabelle's house, i couldn't help but to start to get nervous.

what if she hates me?

what if she doesn't accept my apology?

would she still talk to me?

what if she doesn't like me after i tell her the truth?

wait, she might not even like me.

i'm practically forcing her into dating me.

me: i'm here

i let out a long breath and got out of my car, making my way up the steps to the door.

i knocked a couple of times before someone opened.

"hello, may i help you?" a women around her forties asked.

i remember annabelle telling me that her mother had left her and her siblings once her father started drinking, but she never told me that her father had a girlfriend.

"uh, hi. is annabelle home?" i asked stupidly.

of course she's home! she texted you saying that she'd be home..stupid.

"annabelle?"

"uh, yeah. annabelle cruz?"

"oh honey, they live right across the street." she said pointing directly across, a small laugh leaving her lips.

i felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "oh, okay. thank you, miss."

"no problem, darling." she said before i started walking down the stairs.

how could i not remember which house was annabelle's?

damn, i'm such a bad boyfriend.

right as i was about to cross the street, annabelle came running out of the house.

god, she's so beautiful.

this is what i've always imagined, her running into my arms.

she ran right up to me, hugging me tight.

"hi cal."

"hey belle."

at first i thought she was crying because of the way she ran out, but she seemed more shocked.

i opened the door to the passengers side for her and walked over to my side, getting in.

"what's up?" i asked, facing her.

"nothing."

"there's totally something going on."

"no there isn't."

"belle." i pressed.

she hesitated for a second before finally letting out a deep breath. "my dad just apologized to my siblings and i. he never does that cal. he said that he's going to try to leave the drinking and become sober again."

"really?"

"yeah, and it's just too much to handle right now."

i nodded, starting the car and driving back to the boys and i's place.

"oh, um. i," come on, spit it out cal.

"i?" belle asked with a raised eyebrow.

come on cal, you can do it.

"i knocked at the wrong house." i said quickly.

"you did?" belle laughed.

i nodded and my cheeks started to heat up again.

i usually didn't like people laughing at my stupidity, but i can make an exception for annabelle.

she kept laughing, after i told her how the whole thing happened, and couldn't stop.

i was supposed to tell her i'm sorry...

sorry!!! I KNOW, I KNOW. THIS IS A LATE UPDATE:( i'm truly sorry.
anywho, have you guys heard about the kylie jenner challenge?!
oh god, it makes me sick to be honest. i looked it up on youtube and it made my stomach twist! PLEASE DONT TRY IT, LOL.

okay, sorry for this long note. hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think!