Suicide Notes

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Anna-

Whatcha doing?

Shuffling my textbook so my teacher wouldn't see me with my phone, I smiled as I read the text from Caleb.

Learning about Shakespeare, I quickly wrote back. What R U doing?

Only a few seconds passed before it vibrated again. Still trying to recover from our conversation last night.

A small snort escaped me and the girl sitting to my right glanced at me with a scowl. I pretended not to notice. Sorry if I came on 2 strong. The joys of having a dad that looks @ "hoohas" 4 a living.

Hoohas???

Vajay-jays.

??? Never mind. I don't want 2 know.

Vaginas. U've seriously never heard it called that B4?

I said I didn't want 2 know!! I could almost imagine him laughing as he shook his head. Great job he has though, getting paid 2 look @ those all day.

Okay, he'd shocked me with that comment. Was he really envious? Seriously??? I asked.

Hahaha! No. Just trying to get U back for what U put me through last night.

All right, he got me. I suppose I deserved that. Smiling, I wished I could see him right now. I wanted to hug him. What R UR plans 4 today? I added.

Not much. Nap in between a couple loads of laundry. Washing my work shirts 4 next week.

Well, at least U get 2 work with me 2 night! I was happy Caleb had a good job with steady work, but I hated that he worked nights at the bar. It made seeing each other nearly impossible, since I was in school all day. Thankfully, that wouldn't last much longer.

Working with U is always the highlight of my week. :)

Sigh . . . He made feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Mine 2! I should let U sleep then, so UR rested 4 later, I replied.

No, UR fine. I'm not home right now.

Oh. Where R U?

At the clinic waiting to be tested.

This information surprised me. Really?? Haha. I didn't think U'd do it right away. Apparently he was very eager to get things rolling. It made me feel good.

I don't want 2 wait 1 min longer than I have 2. Don't U feel the same?

Actually, I did; but truth be told, I was more than nervous to take that step. Jealousy wasn't an issue for me since I'd convinced myself that it didn't matter how many girls he'd been with before. He didn't know he was going to be with me when all that was happening, so it wasn't like he'd cheated on me or anything. Life happened; and I couldn't fault him for living his. However, that didn't stop me from having a bit of performance anxiety. I wondered if he'd ever been with a virgin before, since he seemed so shocked when I told him I was one. Under normal circumstances, I would ask him outright. I wasn't shy, but I wasn't sure he could handle more of my prying after the STD inquisition. However, concern that I might end up being a bumbling idiot in bed plagued my mind. Obviously, I knew the general progression, but what if I wasn't any good at it?

I'm excited, I replied. Really, I was, but that didn't mean I wasn't nervous, too.

Good. Me 2.