The Last Summer

Chapter 24

Macy's POV

*this is the same day btw*

Hannah screams in frustration as she runs into a car. "You freakin son of a-" bad word, "-I was about to win!"

I sigh. We're currently playing Mario Cart in the living room and Hannah never loses, especially to a car in Coconut Mall. I, on the other hand, never win, even when I'm playing by myself. She thought playing wii would help, but clearly, it only strengthens her competitive side.

I have to admit though, having her here makes things a little less difficult. It also minimizes the chance of Jason coming here because he knows Hannah and would never dare come close to her right now. But if he wanted to, please, be my guest.

Thunder booms in the distance. It still hasn't stopped raining. I just love how the weather shows my emotions. Sad and dark.

We've been playing the shuffle version of Mario Cart with all of the races and we're only on race number nine. Race number ten appears as Rainbow Road.

Oh great.

I prepare myself for falling through space about fifty times. This is my absolute worst race ever. I decide to take all of my rage out on the other players, pushing them over the edge. It's easy if you imagine Jason driving every single little go cart.

I think I might be going a little too extreme with this whole Jason issue.

Am I going too extreme with this whole thing? I mean, I yelled at him just for being drunk, but then again, my mom is in jail for being drunk.

He said I could turn out like my dad.

I speed up on Mario Cart and end up falling off the track. I sigh and continue when I'm dropped back on track.

In the end, Hannah won and I got seventh. Sadly, seventh is really good for me on any race.

"I'm going to order some takeout," Hannah declares. "You know, to feed our competitive selves."

"Yeah, okay," I respond. I don't know what she means by competitive. Well, for her, duh. But for me.... I'm just mad. Is that so bad?

"I'm ordering pizza," Hannah says. I say okay back and get on my phone. I ignore all of the 47 messages from God knows who.

I bet it's Jason I think to myself.

Ha. As if.

Wait. Then who else would it be?

I don't want to check but curiosity gets the best of me. I tap the iMessage icon and see the messages all from who? You guessed it. Jason.

I scroll up to the top to start at the beginning.

Macy I am so sorry for being a jerk. I was drunk and had no idea what I was doing.

This isn't helping.

Macy forget what I said up there. It's stupid.

Macy probably nothing I can say will make you forgive me. I don't expect you to. I know you're not going to turn out like him.

That wasn't good either.

Why wasn't I born with a way of words?!

I am so sorry Macy I'm trying.

We need to talk about this. I can't stand being myself for what I said. I didn't mean to get drunk. I said I wouldn't, but I can't remember what happened. I will never forgive myself for what I said and I don't expect you to either.

Gosh I just miss you.

Drew isn't here so I'm trying to find the right words to apologize but nothing seems right.

Frick I just hit a wall.

Macy I can't stand being away from you for so long, even though it's been a couple of days. I miss you so much and I'm sorry that everything I've been saying is confusing and doesn't make sense but that's because I can't think straight.

My words make no sense. I'm sorry for this.

I can't say anything right.

I should be saying this to your face.

I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to see me.

Macy I can't ever forgive myself. I know this is hard on you because I was a jerk and I just thought I had to point that out. I am so sorry for saying that and for all of these messages that make no sense. There is so much I want to say, but I can't put it in words. Not in a text. I miss you. I wouldn't be making a fool of myself with all of these messages that make no sense if I wasn't serious about this.

Tears cloud my vision, preventing me from reading further. I can't read further anyway. It's all so much. Too much.

Stop being overdramatic I think to myself.

Hannah walks back into the living room. She stops for a moment before sitting next to me. "What happened?" she asks. I can't speak so I just hand her my phone. She takes it and reads the messages.

When she finishes, she turns off my phone and hands it back. I grab it with a shaking hand and set it on the floor. I rest my head on my knees.

"You okay?" Hannah asks. I nod my head hesitantly. "No you're not," she says.

I pick up my head. "I don't know why this is bothering me so much. It's probably just one of those summer flings and we'll probably go our separate ways once college starts up."

Hannah shakes her head. "Nope. It's not just a summer fling. Normally, it would be. But this time, it's a relationship that started in the summer, if that makes sense. I don't have to be blind to know that you guys have something special and lasting."

"Not so lasting now," I mumble.

Hannah sighs. "He's been sending you texts, trying to find the right words. If it's not so lasting, then why are you crying?"

I put a hand to my face to notice I have been crying. "Because I'm so gullible."

"You are not."

I look at her with a 'seriously' look. "I wish I wasn't gullible. He just came into the diner and had his number with the money and I act-"

"Woah woah woah," Hannah says. "He came to the diner to give you his number? I don't know if that's either cute or creepy that he knew where you worked."

"Well he saw my work uniform when I came over here one day, so that must be why."

"Ohhh," Hannah says.

"Yeah, and I even agreed to meet him, even though he could have been trying to kill me-"

"There's always that possibility!" Hannah screams.

"-and I even went to the woods with him after he just showed up during work another day and I even convinced my boss to let me off early one day so I could get ready for a date with him."

Hannah scoffs. "That doesn't mean you're gullible."

I'm about to respond when the doorbell rings. "Must be the pizza," Hannah says as she gets up. I stay put and look at my phone, wondering if I should finish reading the texts.

Hannah comes back a moment later. "Macy, it's for you."