Choices

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My phone in one hand and the invite in the other. I do want to go see Fisher, but I also want to see Tyler. What do I do?!

I throw myself backwards into the bed. Sigh. Before I know it I'm drifting to sleep.

My eyes feel heavy but I force them open. My mouth is very dry and my limbs feel like dead weight. I slow sit up. I look down at my hands and it is at that point I know what I'm going to do today.

I go down stairs and head to the kitchen. The oven clock shows its ten thirty eight. Its a little later then I want it to be but oh well. I walk to the fridge and see a note written on the dry erase board.
"I want you home by 1
~Mom"
Talk about have a six sense. I didn't even tell her I was doing something today. I open up the fridge. I lick my lips as I see the eggs and bacon on the second shelf. I have been craving eggs and bacon for a while now and I finally have time to make it! I make myself an omelet with bacon bits and head to the living room so I can watch "The 100" as I eat.

I reach over and grab my phone. Its reads two thirty four. Shit. I have to start getting ready. I rush up the stairs to my room grabbing a bra and underwear out of my dresser and jean shorts and a nicer fitting shirt out of my closet before running to take a quick shower in the bathroom. By the time I was out it was three eighteen. Not as short of a shower as I thought it was. I change in to my clothes and put haft my hair up and leave half down. I do a light make up job, spray some perfume on and go back to my room. I put on my black vans and grab my phone and head to my car. It three thirty four and I know exactly where I'm going.

I park my car and do a quick make up check in the mirror. I wouldn't say I look like a ten right now but I look better than a seven. As soon as I open my car door my heart starts to race. I'm here a little early but I'm sure that won't mater. I take three steps away from my car and that's when I see him. Fisher. He is at the cage watching someone hit. Probably waiting his turn I guess. He is wearing a red muscle shirt and black gym shorts. His hair looks a lot different from before. He's got the foe-hawk going on and I like it. He turns around just in time for our eyes to meet. He smiles at me a motions me to come to him and this out any hesitation I do. "Hey beautiful" Hearing those words come out of his mouth makes me want to sing. I smile back at him. "Hey" Really Sarah?! That's all you can say?! "I knew you would come" he says with a wink "And how did you know that I would come?" I cross my arms and lean on my back foot. "I just knew" he smiles and turns his attention back to the cage. I stare at him for a second. Damm he's cute. "Whatever" I let my arms drop and turn toward the cage. The guy in there could hit man. His stance was perfect. I feel something touch my hand and I flinch and look down. It was a hand. I look back over at Fisher and he had a smile on his face but not looking at me. I let our fingers intertwine and his thumb stroke the top of my hand. I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Fisher was still smiling watching the guy hit. I turn back and watch him hit some perfect home run balls. "YOU BITCH!" I hear someone yell from across the cage. Someone's in for it I think to myself. I look over at Fisher and that's when I realize he wasn't watching the guy hit, he was looking past him watching a girl on the opposite side on the cage. She looks pissed off and making her way toward us. Next thing I know she was nose to nose with me. Who is this girl? "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HOLDING MY BOYFRIENDS HAND!" Boyfriend? "I'm-" "I DONT CARE WHO THE HELL YOU ARE!" "THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU ASK ME!!" I clench my fists. Its not till then that I realize I'm not holding Fisher hand anymore. In one quick motion she has me pinned against the cage. The pole pressed hard against my shoulder blade. "DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT BITCH!" she spit at me with that last syllable. "I don't even know who you are!" "I'm Delaney you slut! And that's my boyfriend you were holding hands with." I look back a Fisher. "You're not my girlfriend Delanye, your a one night stand that I call when I'm bored." She let's go of me and turns toward him "But you said you loved me?!" "I say what I need to, to get you to come over. You're a needy slut just like the others." I feel my mouth drop. Delaney runs away in tears and I'm left standing there speech less. I feel so humiliated. I'm going to be one of those girls. I take off in a sprint to my car. "Sarah! Wait! Come back!" I hear Fisher call behind me. I feel my eyes fill with water. How could I be that stupid. A guy like that could actually never want a girl like me. Actually I don't need a guy like him. I check my phone. Its five forty one. This night can still get better. I turn on my car and head to Tyler's party. I should have went there first I think to myself.

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