Emily Sanders and the List (on hold)

Chapter 13

The following Monday I was actually excited to go to school. No, not because its school. Hell nah! More like, I get to see someone. Specifically, I get to see Caleb. I don't really know what's been happening with me lately but just the thought of him makes me smile. And I don't really ever stop thinking about him.
So I'm always smiling now.

My alarm clock goes off and I quickly switch it off. I stay in my bed for a few minutes, just looking up at the ceiling. So maybe I do have a crush, so what? It's not harmful. He probably doesn't feel the same though. So I obviously won't do anything about it.

But maybe he does? True, he treats me so differently then everyone else. And let's not forget he took care of me and almost kissed me. It could have just been a 'in the moment' thing. But the way he looked at me. It was so...intense

His eyes were a shade darker and held so much emotion in them. As if he really wanted to kiss me. His soft hands rubbed my cheek in a way that the slightest caress gave me butterflies. That has to mean he likes me too. Right?

My phone beeps on my side table, I pick it up as I lean up on one elbow. I move my hair to one side to see better. I smile. Well speak of the devil.

Morning kitten ;) - C

O my god! I fall back on my bed, laying my phone on my chest. How is it that two words from him can get me like this. I smile at the ceiling and start to chuckle at myself. Man I got it bad.

I finally get up and rush to the bathroom. Jumping into the shower, I take time to make sure I'm completely clean before drying myself off. I walk back into the room and get my clothes ready. I grab my favorite pair of black skinny jeans and my gray sweater with a heart on the front and elbow patches. I then throw on my grey vans.

Going back into the bathroom I decide to actually wear some make up. What, so I want to look good. Nothing wrong with that. It also might have to do with the fact that neither my cut or bruises have faded yet. I wing my eyeliner and put some mascara on. Then I apply some baby lips. Since its cold I don't really need blush. I then start to straighten my hair.

However when I start, a very sad cloud started to hover over my head. I hold some hair between my fingers and examine it. I can't believe I'm going to lose it soon. I continue to look at it before I hear people talking downstairs.

I finish my hair, grab a white beanie, my bag, and head downstairs. I scurry down the steps and walk into the kitchen. I see my Mom sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.

I skip past her and to the fridge. "Good morning mother" I practically sing. She looks up at me as if I've grown two heads. I reach for my pills and take each one, swallowing it with some milk. I look at her as she questions me. I pretend to not notice it. "Who were you talking to?" I ask.

"Your brother, he just left to catch up with some friends" she said still holding that confused look. She tilts her head studying me.

"What?" I ask her. I then grab a muffin and sit down across from her. My mom leans back in her chair, a knowing smirk on her face. "What!?" I ask again, oblivious to whats going on.