My Indecisive Heart

Chapter 4 - What Are You Doing?

Apart from my inability to make decisions, I had another fault. Not thinking. I didn't think this through. I had thrown myself out the window and landed on top of the grass outside our school face flat. Well, at least I didn't end up in the mud.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the stall I just fell out of being slammed open. I quickly ran to the side and hid in the nearest bush. What else was I supposed to do?  I saw Isaac peeping over the window and looking to see if anyone was around. When he didn't see anyone, he stopped peeping out the window and probably did his business.

I was currently inside a bush I didn't even know existed. I stood up, dusting my uniform clean. I had somehow managed to not get dirty and to me, it was a miracle considering how I just threw myself out the window like a bag of trash. After cleaning myself up, I walked towards the entrance of our school and made my way towards my car in the parking lot. I had a white Honda Civic. I loved her honestly. My parents gifted it to me last year on my sixteenth birthday and I've been so careful with her ever since.

To get my mind off things, I blasted Giveon's Heartbreak Anniversary and sang along as I drove home. Upon getting home, I tossed my shoes away, ran upstairs, and jumped in my bed to cry some more. I replayed every single thing that happened today especially what Isaac had said to me. Was he telling the truth or there was something that I didn't know about? Before I could overthink any further, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mom.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you okay?" She inquired, her voice laced with love and worry. 

"I'm fine Mom. Just period cramps." I was on my period, I just lied about having cramps.

"When you're ready, come downstairs for dinner, okay?"

"Alright, Mom," I answered and she left. My mom was the best. We weren't the richest and I don't know how she did it but she and my dad provided me with everything I needed. They were my whole world. I got up from my bed, walked into the bathroom, and decided to clean myself up before dinner. I took a short shower and slipped into my pajamas after doing my skincare. The food downstairs smelled so good. I put my hair in a messy bun and grabbed my phone to check my notifications as I made my way down the stairs.

Sarah: What's up? Did you speak to him?

Kay: I wish I hadn't.

Sarah: What? Spill the tea girl

Sarah: Noww!!

Kay: After dinner.

Sarah: You better hurry up.

I turned off my phone as I sat down to eat. After dinner, I called Sarah, and now, she's cursing Isaac for what he did to me. 

"That asshole! How dare he?" She shouted, making use of the word 'asshole' for the umpteenth time. 

"Maybe he didn't mean to, Sarah. And probably I was being too clingy." I tried to defend my ex. I hated myself for that.

"No, you weren't, he's just a dumbass. He doesn't know what he's missing out on." Sarah cussed a lot. It was practically her personality. I hardly cussed. We were opposites. Still, she was my best friend.

"Okay Sarah I have to go. It's late already." I made up an excuse to cut the call. I needed to think about him more. 

"Whatever. Take care and don't cry anymore because of that boy. He doesn't deserve you." She assured and her words enveloped my broken heart with love. 

But I still want him.

"I won't. Good night." We exchanged our goodbyes and I hung up. Taking deep breaths, I closed my eyes with the intent of falling asleep after crying hard today. The sound of buzzing disturbed my attempt and I took out my phone to see what it was. I suddenly got a text. From Peterson?

Peter: What are you doing?