I nearly dropped the phone. I hadn't heard her nice voice in almost a year.
"What the hell do you want?" I repeated the question, all tears forgotten. It turned out I was still super angry at her.
There was a pause, and when Heather spoke again, her tone was soft, almost hesitant. "I know it's been a while... almost a year, actually. But I really want to see you tomorrow."
"Why now? After all this time?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but the suspicion was clear.
"Because it's your birthday tomorrow, and you're turning eighteen. It's a big deal. I want to be there for you," Heather explained, her voice carrying a note of earnestness.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You missed being there for me the last eleven months. What's changed?"
Heather sighed. "I... I wasn't ready, Mel. To accept who I am. But my mom caught me kissing another girl in my bedroom. She saw everything. I guess you know what happened next... Rumors at our old school spread like wildfire. It forced me to confront a lot of things about myself."
"It's not that simple, Heather," I said, feeling my voice crack. "You can't just disappear and then pop back into my life like nothing happened. How'd you even get my new digits?"
"I called Mabel Johns..." Heather confessed. "She spilled that you moved to another town with your mom and sis. I'm glad you got away from that prim and snooty rich family; it must have been tough with them, especially with your sister's granny from hell," she managed to butter me up in one sentence, something she was always good at.
"Get to the point," I interrupted.
"I tried to reach you through your three T's as you called them: Twitch, Twitter, and Tumblr, even your IG, but you banned me..."
"Of course I banned you. Pffft," I sniffed.
"I even tried from another account, but you didn't respond... Your Insta is very popular now," Heather continued. "Anyways... So, I asked Mabel to give me more information, luckily, she got in touch with Catherine Portman, Millie's mom, you must know Millie, first year of mid school, shy geek girl with big Naruto backpack. Well, Mrs. Portman knows Jess's granny. Jess's grandma was sure Mable wants to get in touch with her precious little granddaughter, and Catherine got me your landline somehow. Tried calling you several times this morning. Jess was reluctant at first to give your number, but I convinced her."
"And how much did it take to bribe Jess?"
So much manipulation just to talk to me?
"It doesn't matter! Mel... Mel, I'm sorry. I was a mess. But I'm here now, and I really want to make things right. Can we please just meet and talk?" Heather's plea sounded sincere... -ish , but I wasn't sure if I could trust it.
I took a deep breath, trying to decide if I could handle this. Memories flooded my mind, both sweet and painful. I hesitated, but finally said, "Okay. I'll shoot you the address and time later – whether you want to come or not, I don't really have any plans after school anyway."
"Thank you, Mel. I promise I won't let you down," Heather said, relief evident in her tone.
"Yeahh, sure-sure," I replied, before hanging up. I sat there, staring at the phone in my hand.
I was just tired and hungry. It's not my party today, but I cry if I want to... no, really the song is stuck in my head now 🎶📻
Just when I thought I could start fresh without the awkward ghosts of the past, she barges back into my life. And how is she even planning to come over to my place if she lives in another city with her parents and attends that strict Catholic school for girls where they all wear plaid skirts and knee socks? Not the best choice by her parents to send her to an all-girls school after that lil bedroom situation. Hahahaha They've literally let the fox into the henhouse.
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