(AUSTINS POV: FINISHING OFF FROM THE CHAPTER BEFORE THE MCDONALDS ONE.)
As I sobbed— I ended up basically crying myself to sleep. I woke up due to the sound of my flip-phone buzzing nonstop.
I open the phone— putting it against my ear without even sitting up, nor opening my eyes.
"Hello?.." I groggily mumble.
"...Austin?" A familiar voice on the other line speaks, causing my heart to drop.
My mind was racing on why Jared was calling me in the first place. I knew it was going to be about the kiss. In reality.. I didn't really want to talk about it. I wanted to forget it ever happened.
I stay silent for a moment, before finally speaking.
"Uh.. Jared?" I sit up on my bed. "What's up?.."
I hear him clear his throat, stammering to find the right words.
"I um— listen I really.." he mutters. "Actually.. could we meet up?"
I widened my eyes slightly. I should just ignore him, hang up right there. My hands were this close to closing my phone, and ending the call.
Every bone in my body screamed no, but I reluctantly agreed. "..Where at?"
"Anywhere." He replied, a little too quickly. "H-How about the cafe.. the one close to your house?"
I stay silent, letting out a soft sigh. "Jesus." I groan softly. "Fine.. see you soon."
"Wait, we're meeting up now-"
I close my phone, ending the call. I didn't even let Jared finish his sentence. I'm sure he was smart enough to know when to come to the cafe.
Getting up from my bed— I realize that I hadn't change out of my clothes from yesterday.
I should just wear this, since I'm already dressed. I didn't really feel like changing.
But this is Jared we're talking about. I have to look decently good.
Though, I usually don't care about the way I look.. Jared is different.
I end up throwing on a white shirt, covering it up with a black knitted sweater and some khaki colored cargo pants. I grab a handful of jewelry; a mix of both bracelets and necklaces.
I look at the necklace in my hand; the cross connected to it shining brightly. I debate if I should even put this on after what had happened at the arcade.
Would God even accept me after that?
I hesitantly put on the cross, as well as my white Adidas shoes.
Heading out my bedroom, I slowly walk up the stairs. Reaching the door that exits the basement— I put my ear up against the door, listening for any sound, tv, maybe my father yelling.
Hearing nothing, I open the door, and quickly, but silently, run to the front door. I manage to make it out without my father yelling at me.
Stepping off my porch, I notice my dad's truck is missing from the driveway. He must be out to work or something. I mess with my hair a bit— before I start making my way to the cafe.
I keep my head down as I walk down my street. The cafe im headed to isn't too far away— maybe a five, ten minute walk.
While walking down my street— I notice two familiar girls from afar.
