12 things i loved about you

9.

I cup my hand beneath the tap and let the water pour on my hand. I raised my head to look at the mirror in front of me. I sighed and poured the water on my face again. I picked up a towel and stroll out of the bathroom.

I'm completely lost. I do have not an absolute idea of what to do. I have this feeling in my left chest that I should call her. But deep inside, beneath this feeling, something tells me she wouldn't want to be together anymore. I mean, I fucked up.

I slowly pushed open the door to my room and stepped inside. The first time I saw tears in her eyes was when she saw Agathe and me on the roof. But it was nothing compared to the moment she left.

I threw myself on the bed and picked up the book. I flipped to the page I left off and continued reading.

How you love my family, even though they are crazy.

You met my mom when she helped us to our date. And according to you, she was nice and lovely.

Her mom is the nicest person I've ever met. Karen claimed she was strict and not nice. But I'm sure a strict mother won't let her child out with a guy that knocked on the door, asking for the daughter.

We've gone over this a lot of times with her after that day.

"Please, this woman you're calling nice, locked me in my room for the entire weekend because I snuck out to a party at midnight. I only got food in my room," said Karen, on one of our dates.

"Did you hear yourself? You snuck out. Midnight. I'd lock you in your room for a week," I replied.

She laughed, and playfully punched me on my shoulder. "You are so dumb."

Walking down memory lane left me smiling sheepishly. I didn't even realize that I had been smiling the entire time. "Blurr, erk," I mumbled and turned back to the book.

A few weeks after our first official date, I was out in the kitchen, just trying to have breakfast, like a normal girl. It was happening just as I had hoped it will, but my mom and aunt who came over to visit walked into the kitchen.

They sat and joined me at the table. I thought they were weirdly too silent, because my aunt for one, was talkative. Little did I know they were scheming something. Just as I was a few spoons from finishing my food, my aunt broke the silence.

"Karen darling, how are you this morning?" Aunt Lara asked. I was surprised, because since when did this start?

I looked at my mom and she raised her brow. I looked back at aunt Lara and answered.

"Your mom told me about your golden boy, how are things between you two lately?" She queried.

I screamed in my head when she asked the question. I never thought mom will talk to others about me. I choked. And she wasn't bending. She asked the question again, but this time mentioning your name.

I answered, saying you were alright, and things were fine between us. I didn't want to talk about that with my mom and aunt, why would I? I turned to leave but she called again.

"Hey Karen, I'm not done. We are still talking."

I dragged myself back to my chair, and she continued. My cousin, Jacob, who you already know to be someone you don't want nearby. He walked in and also took a seat. And then she continued.