𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

76| Now That We Dont Talk.

76 | Now That We Don't Talk.

| 3rd POV |

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"I can't believe you got more pens," Madeline giggled, looking down inside Sage's bag.

"You can never have too many pens, trust me." She shrugged, small pieces of hair falling out of her loose high ponytail. She'd been in a bit of a rush early and her hair just wouldn't cooperate. "Plus, I was in dire need of some new books anyway, pens were just on the way."

They both sat together, their backs pressed against the bark of a tree. Maddy looked up, her eyes faintly landing on a certain boy who seemed to be debating on walking over or not.

It had been a few weeks since Sage had even mentioned Jess, which would've been good if Maddy thought she was actually as okay with it as she said she was.

"I've got to get home, my dad's girlfriend asked if I wanted to help make dinner. I said yes." The blonde girl sighed, standing up.

"Signature lasagna?" Sage teased, looking up.

"You know it," her friend smiled. Said signature lasagna just happened to be the only thing Madeline knew how to make. Besides sugar cookies, at least.

"See you at school tomorrow?" Maddy asked, slowly walking backwards as she kept her eyes on Sage, who smiled. "Unless I die in my sleep, yes ma'am."

She watched her walk across the grass and over to the street before her eyes moved back to the bag in her hands. On top of the pens, she'd gotten five new books. A pretty small number, if you asked her, but she had gotten more earlier in the week, so it wasn't necessarily as desperate of a trip as she'd made it out to seem. But then again, Sage could never have enough things to read.

"Ernest only has lovely things to say about you."

Sage's eyes snapped up, meeting the deep brown of Jess'. She took a shallow breath, shoving The Old Man And The Sea back into her bag. Sage went to ignore him, but he quickly sat down beside her, his legs sprawling out in front of him. Much different to hers, which stayed tucked against her chest.

"I called," he said.

She nodded softly, "yes, you did."

He immediately noticed the shift in her voice. She sounded fragile, like one wrong word and she'd crumble completely. He didn't like that. He never wanted to her to feel like that around him.

"You didn't answer," he pointed out, his shoes scuffing against the grass as his legs twitched. "No, I didn't," She replied. "You also didn't call me back. Or even write like you said you would." A short silence followed after his words. Sage didn't dare to be the one to break it.

"I didn't know it was like you to break a promise, Sage." Jess said, neither of them looking at each other.

It wasn't like her, they both thought.

She scoffed quietly, "what would I have said, Jess? What could I have said?"

Anything, he wanted to say. Anything if it meant he could've just heard her voice. She could've screamed at him and he would've went to bed smiling. She could've told him to go fuck himself in the politest way only she could and that would've been enough for him.

Instead of saying all that, Jess stayed silent.

"How was Washington?" He asked, leaning his head back. His hair ruffled against the tree the same way it did when Sage used to mindlessly play with it when they'd kiss. The feeling wasn't the same now. It wasn't her hands.