rich boy ≫j.g

eight

I wake up to the bright sun shining on my face.

I flutter my eyes open trying to get used to the light. I sit up and look at what time it is.

11:53am.

I have a few more house until Blake and are going to meet.

I get up from my bed and walk lazily to my bathroom.

I strip off all my clothes off slowly, because I'm feeling weak.

I let out a deep cough and get into the shower.

I start it and then I hear my phone.

I ignore it cause of what happened last time.

I let water soothe my body, and make me calm. I breath is the heat from the warm water. It clears my noise and I start to breathe heavily.

I finish washing up and get out, turning my curling iron on.

I find an outfit, nothing to nice. I put it on and then start blow drying my hair.

I finished and then I just curls the ends on my hair into loose curls.

I look and the mirror and I'm satisfied.

I put my makeup on and my the time I'm done? it's 2:30pm.

I grab my phone and keys and start driving to Panera.

The closer I get the more my nerves kick in. I haven't seen Blake in about a year.

I arrive at Panera just it time and walk inside to see the boyfriend I once had.

I walk up to him, he notices me and his eyes fill with happiness. I smile at him giving him a hug.

"I missed you." He whispers through my hair. "I missed you to." I sit down in front of him.

"So, how have you been?" He asks. I can tell he's trying to be polite cause I know how he acts.

"I'm good. I've been a lot tired these past few day, but it's nothing much." After that sentence a itchy feeling in my throat appears.

I cough to it out and successfully do so.

I think I'm sick.

"Well, it's really nice seeing you. What are you up too these day?" He asks. I never really looked at how caring Blake could be, but then again he's a douche bag.

"I don't know. I'm trying to get my singing on full affect. But not right now. I think I'm sick." I let out another cough and sigh.

"You're still singing? That's amazing. You're a very good singer Amy." He calls me by my nickname.

Blake is the one who gave my my nickname, and I miss him calling me that. But nothing's going to change the fact that he cheated on me.

"Yeah. Since I'm not going to college I though that maybe it was a good idea to just stay here and sing." I smile at my words, thinking about the future.

I actually might consider going to college. But which one?

"I'm proud of you. You deserve everything good coming your way." He smile at me, with his white and aligned teeth.