Connected Hearts (GxG×G×G)

Eleven

Twyla

I put my head in my hands and sigh. Not what I wanted to hear.

"Hey , I'm just putting that out there. Keep in mind , you have never done that with anyone. You won't even let me touch you when you're crying." She reminds me. She's right. I usually don't let anyone even near me touch me. "You have their numbers , yes ?"

"Yeah , Carson gave me all of their numbers before I got out of her car." I tell her. She takes that information in and nods slowly.

"And they want to see you again , I hope ?" She asks with a hint of concern in her voice. I nod. Her lips turn up and she smirks at me. "So why haven't you reached out to any of them ? You said this all happened on Monday ?"

I nod and a blush creeps on my cheeks. "Then why haven't you reached out ?" She repeats.

I quietly shrug and look down at the table. "That's kind of what I wanted your advice on." I bite my lip and look up at her slowly. "Do you think I should ?"

"What do you want to do ?" She asks me as a rebuttal. 

"I want to reach out , but I'm scared."

"Why not take a risk ? Twyla , it clearly seems as though you trust them. Or at the very least , Carson. It sounds to me like have taking a liking to them." She points out. 

"But I don't even know that much about them..." I say quietly. 

"So ? That's okay ! You can take all the time in the world getting to learn all about them , Twy. Your gut reaction is what matters the most. If you were really worried they were going to hurt you , or were lying to you , then that 6th sense would have kicked it." She tells me with a wink.

I nod in agreeance. "You're right."

"Then what's holding you back ?" She asks.

"I feel bad that I've ghosted them for four days." I say with a laugh.

"Oh ," Mrs. O'Neal laughs and waves  her hand in front of her face , "take all of the time you need. They'll understand that you need a few days to regroup. Plus , it keeps them on their toes." She says with a smirk. "It's Friday night , kiddo. You're free all weekend. Why not spend it with some company ?" She asks.

Fair point.

***

After my conversation with Mrs. O'Neal , I went straight to my apartment. I have a lot to think about. 

Mrs. O'Neal isn't wrong , I have all of the time in the world to learn everything about them. If they wanna hang out with me , why not ? What's stopping me ? I don't have anything to lose. 

They make me feel things I haven't before... I feel comfortable around them. I believe they aren't going to hurt me. They already know my biggest secrets... And I've already told them things that not even Mrs. O'Neal knows. What is wrong with me ?

I shake my head of the thoughts running through it. I make my way to my small bathroom with an equally small singular bathtub in the shower. 

A bubble bath sounds nice...

I decide that it's in fact a good idea to take a bubble bath , as I start filling up my tub with warm water and some smarties scented bubble bath. I grab a towel and begin to discard my clothes. Throwing them into a pile on the floor while also removing the sanitary pad. With little to no blood , nice.