30 days with Genevieve

Ch. 21

30 Days with Genevieve

Chapter 21

Day 21:

I was currently having breakfast, and feeling as the worst person on earth. I was a total jerk, and Genevieve deserved something better. She deserved to be treated as a princess, and I only treated her like trash. 

Sighing and feeling as the worst person alive, I took the last bite of my sandwich. I had no idea of what to do next. How could I make Genevieve forget about the incident? How could I make her forgive me on the first place?

I pushed all of my thoughts away and took my phone. Then, I slowly dialed Genni's number. I waited for her to answer and, even if I thought she wouldn't, she answered her phone.

"What the heck do you want?!?" she exclaimed. Her voice sounded angry and sad at the same time.

"G--Genni... I know I don't deserve to be forgiven because I acted as a pig, and I'm so sorry but... I don't want you to be mad at me! I can't live without you... I just can't," I said as a couple tears streamed down my face.

"Why would I care about what you feel? You don't care about what I feel, anyway," she said coldly. I could hear the pain in her voice, even if she wanted to hide it.

"I know I hurt you, but--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You did not hurt me, okay?!?" she exclaimed. 

I bit my bottom lip nervously. "Then why are you avoiding me? Admit it, you are hurt," I blurted out.

She sighed. "Scofield, I am not avoiding you. You are avoiding me,"  she said simply.

"Well, I'm sorry if you feel that way, but I did not mean to hurt you. I really care for you, and the last thing I want is for you to get mad at me," I said.

"I'm not mad," she said, obviously lying.

I took a deep breath and lowered my face. "Genni, I know you are mad. Please don't lie to me. I understand. I don't deserve your pardon, but I truly desire to be forgiven. Could you please forget about what happened between us? Could you please give me one last chance?" I begged.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I already told you I'm not mad at you," she said. Her voice kept trembling, as though she needed to cry but didn't want to.

I sighed. "Okay then. If you aren't mad at me, would you like to go somewhere with me today?" I finally asked. 

"Where?" she asked dryly.

"Church," I muttered. 

"Church?" she asked, suddenly interested in what I was saying.

"Yes, Genni. I want to take you to church. I promised one day I would, didn't I?" I said.

There was a long pause; none of us dared to talk for a couple of seconds. Abruptly, Genevieve broke the silence. "I--I'll go with you, Scofield."

"Thank you," I said in almost a whisper. 

"You're welcome," she said.

"I will pick you up at five. We have a rendezvous for teens today. You are going to love it," I said enthusiastically.

"I bet I will," she muttered. Then, she hung up.

I wanted to go to church with her because I knew that she was the only person who knew me perfectly, yet didn't ask me to change anything about myself, and the only girl who made my knees tremble by just staring at me.