When I woke up this morning, I didn't want to get dressed. I didn't even want to get out of bed. I couldn't sleep last night. It was impossible. What was Simon going to say? What was he sure of. Eventually, I had to shrug it off.
But I have to study. Again. Since this weekend is my final ceremony, I have to be prepared. Which also means that I'm going to be locked up in the office all day, trying to concentrate when all I can think about is Simon. And Ryder.
Dragging myself out of my bed was terrible. The only thing worse than that was pushing back my curtains to have the sun blind me. Today was going to be crap.
Running a brush through my hair and a quick scrub at my teeth, I decide that I'm more awake now and can head downstairs. I don't hear my parents usual morning clatter, so they are probably out working. Making my way into the kitchen to feed myself, I spot a note in the kitchen. It's from my mom.
Morning Bella, me and your father are going to be late for dinner tonight. Don't wait up. We have a lot of work to catch up on. There are pancakes on the counter. Love you!
Xoxo
P.S.
Simon stopped by this morning and asked if he could take you out today. Your father and I told him it was fine. He is picking you up at 10.
Slamming the note back onto the counter, I look at the clock. 9:45.
Crap!
I quickly shove a pancake into my mouth and run up the stairs. I should be furious with my parents for agreeing, but i knew that they didn't know about last night. I didn't tell them. But why would Simon be at my house so early in the morning anyways? Pushing away the thought, I run into my closet and search for something to wear. Never have I ever thought that my closet was so crowded. It seems as thought the walls are closing in as I try to decide what to wear. He never specifically said it was a date. So nothing fancy. But I don't want to look like crap either.
Grabbing a pair of shorts and a tightly fitted tank top, I rush myself to get dressed. When I finish, I look at my nightside table and the clock reads 9:50. Still ten-ish more minutes.
Running into the bathroom, I pull my hair up into a messy bun and put on light mascara and eyeliner, I don't want to scare anyone.
Feeling out of breath and pleased with my look, i slip on some saddles and head back into the kitchen.
I re-read my moms note repeatedly. Not the top part. Just the one about Simon coming by. Hoping that this is all just a joke and I am freaking out over nothing.
Why am I freaking out? I ask myself. He has been my friend for so long. So what if he wants to hand out today? But something in my gut tells me that he wants to tell me something. Maybe talk about what happened last night.
A light knocking at the front door shakes me out of my thoughts. He's here.
I let out a shaky breath and open the door. Standing there is a very tired looking Simon. I can tell he didn't sleep well last night. Just like me.
"Hey." His smile is light and soothing. I can't help but smile sheepishly back.
"Hey." I say.
Simon stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before I step out of the house.
He trudges behind me as I take a seat in the passenger side.
Simon climes in and we pull out of the driveway.
"So where are we going?"
Simon glances over at me before turning his attention back to the road.
"You'll see when we get there." He says simply.
This makes my curiosity pitch a little higher and I sit up straighter in my seat.
Me and Simon have been friends for a while, but he has never asked my parents permission to take me out. We usually just go. With all of the random mood swings Simon has been having lately, it makes me worry just a bit. I mean, he would tell me if something was wrong, right?
I sigh and look out the window, the sun just rising higher into the sky. It looked so beautiful. Peaceful. Hard to think about how fast the time flys. Honestly, I don't like to think about it at all. Death and 'the end of time' or whatever. I like to think of the now. The present and live up to it. Never have I judged someone by there past. But, isn't that what I had done to ruder last night? Judge him by our past? I mean, was I right to feel angry with him? Blame him for everything, including my heartbreak. I don't know. I'm not really sure about anything anymore.
And the future. That's just to scary to think about. With me turning seventeen and my ceremony, finding my mate, getting married. What if my mate is a total jerk? What if he's a cheater. What if I don't like him. Can you dislike your mate? I guess the only way to find out is in a couple of days.
