I slap the biggest suitcase on my bed. It should do. I'm sure Lizzy bought a dress for me so maybe I shouldn't pack a case. Man, I hate situations like this; bag versus no bag. I'll just grab my little tote and throw some things in, I don't plan on staying long.
I get on my knees and slide the bag from underneath my bed. A box and a bunch of other junk come with it.
I open the little dusty box, curiosity taking over my packing. A grey spider falls out and I let everything fall out with it, a loud scream erupting from my lungs.
A necklace falls out with a thud and a lot of rememberance: The heart-shaped locket Joe gave me for Christmas. I wipe it on my shirt before opening it and sure enough, there we are. My sleepy head on his chest. Those perfect teeth, grey eyes, and brown hair. I smile, closing it back up. He lied. He told me he would figure things out. I called him the first night I got back and we talked all night about how he'd visit and how much we missed each other. The next night it said his phone was off and it was like he disappeared. I never meant anything to him. I mean if I did, he would've stuck around and at least called me friend. Right?
That's Luke's brother, he'll be at this wedding. What did I agree to?
I'll be in and out, it's not like I actually have to speak to him. I'm coming Sunday and the wedding is Monday. I'll be home Tuesday.
In and out.
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