Nick and I talk on and off for three days. He's the first person I've really opened up to since I lost my best friend. A fight I will never, ever forget.
She had wanted to have a sleepover. I told her I was busy. I wasn't. I was being bullied. By my supposed friends. Her friends. I tried to talk to her about it. She wouldn't listen. She ignored for a week. I felt like I was nothing. We slowly grew apart, and I stopped going to school. I talked to none of my friends, and they didn't attempt to talk to me either. I slowly got over her and everything that had happened.
My phone buzzes. It's Nick.
When could I meet you in person?
The question I've been dreading. I wish I could say never. What if when he sees me for the first time, he'll decide I'm ugly and doesn't talk to me again? More buzzing.
I'm guessing you're overreacting, aren't you?
Damn, he knows me. I guess we've been talking a little too much. I text him back.
Why do you have to know me inside and out??
I see my mom at my door out of the corner of my eye. I stuff my phone under my pillow. Shit, this isn't good. She has a notebook and pen with her. Probably about going to school. Which isn't happening.
My mom walks in, and sits on the edge of my bed. She writes something quickly on the paper, then hands it to me. I roll my eyes and look at the page.
