Love from paris

Chapter 8

JAKES POV

i walked so fast that my feet hurt. i jumped in my car and just drove. i didnt know where i was going untill i got there. i ended up at a park by a slow moving river. i walked over to the willow tree. i used to come here during summers when i was upset at life. i climbed the tree and sat there for about fifteen minutes, and then my phone started to ring it was a randome number but i had a pretty good idea of who would be calling. Luna

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LUNA'S POV

Oh my gosh i am such an idiot. i pick up the peice of paper and there were ten formilular numbers written down on it. his phone number. he hadnt given up on me and yet here i am kissing a guy right in front of him. "whats that?" jason askes pointing at the slip im holding. "nothing i say clentchin it in my hands."if you dont mind i would like to go back to the hotel." with no more questions jason tells the waiter that we are leaving and he drives me back to the hotel.

i rush into my room withought even saying a word to jason. "whats wrong, why are you here so early?" asks josie, but i just rush past her to the bathroom. i lock the door and then slide down it on my back. i sit indian style with my head in my hands and start to silently cry. i pull out jakes number from my pocket and dial it into my phone. seven rings go by and then i here his voice "hey this is jake im not here right now but if you leave a message ill get back to you." a few seconds go by "BEEP" i take in a breath. "hey jake its me Luna. im really sorry about what happend just now. id like you to call me back so that we can work things out." i hit the end button and then clentch my phone in my hands so hard that it hurts.