I lay down in my room starting at the ceiling with my hands crossed around me chest over my phone. No music no tv nothing. It feels like days have passed by since I have Nick my number and she hasn't tried texting me once.
As soon as I close my eyes thinking she not going to text back I feel my phone vibrating and I jump trying to grab it.
"Hey, what's up."
I see a notification light up my screen, but it's not from who I thought I'd be.
"Nothing, what's up with you Karem." I text back returning to my neutral expression.
"Nothing, I just need to tell you I'm sorry." Karem replies almost immediately. "I know since we broke up before summer started it kinda messed up the group a bit."
I waited a few seconds before replying because it did mess up the group, and I'm still mad at him.
Maybe I'm not gay then? Because I wouldn't still be mad at him if I still did like him.
"Yeah, really messed things up." I say "we broke up for a dumb reason Tyra. And I still love you." Karem texts back. It takes me a minute to respond.
Does he really like me or just messing with me? If he liked me whyd he break up with me? And should I really take him back.
Of course I still like Karem, I couldn't get over him all summer I just had to fake I did. But know he's coming into my life again?
"You know the situation your putting me in right now right?"
"Of course I know, I thought it'd work out if I told you."
"Karem, I still love you too, but I'm not ready for this again."
That's the last text sent between both of us for a while. Haven't really talked since that text either. I need to find out who I am before I can give him an answer.
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Hella • Grown
عشوائيSlice of life book about the pains of growing up. From fitting in to questioning sexuality and gender. This story is supposed to be updated every week but I have been uploading every 2 days since this is new. If you like the series Grown-ish you...
