Chapter 3
Havens P.O.V
I silently twisted the keys in and noticed all the lights off. I shut the door and leaned against it, shutting my eyes and letting a small smile on my face.
I was terrified at what happened tonight but everything about it was so thrilling.
I pushed myself off the door and made my way up the steps thinking about what had accidentally slipped my mouth. How could I have made such a big mistake? No one would ever want to be with me after what happened. I had to make sure I watched what I said. It's just whenever I was around him, I wanted so badly to say everything. Looking into those brown eyes full of honestly it just made me want to release myself from the burden I carried everyday.
I flopped onto my bed, not caring to change my clothes. I thought about what the boys said to me about trying to talk to my mom and decided to take her out to dinner on friday night. Just me and her. We never had those nights and it might actually change something.
My eyes started drifting and I fell into a deep sleep, with thoughts of Liam lingering in the back of my head, haunting me.
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The school week passed by peacefully, which I was grateful for. It was full of teachers talking about syllabi and chaos with schedule changes. I didn't get much homework other then silly worksheets. Somehow Liam got my car fixed and it was in the driveway the next morning. I couldn't send a thank you text because he hadn't even texted me. He probably forgot about me. I'm sue there were a gazillion other girls that were on his mind, rather then me.
The week passed by and when friday rolled around I still never heard from him. It didn't really matter though because all I could think about the whole day was how to ask my mom to go out with me. I know I shouldn’t be that hard, but it just was.
“Hey mom.” I said, as I walked in after school.
“Hey sweetie. How was school?”
“Pretty good, h-how was your day off?” Damn. See, whenever I got nervous, I would start to stutter. It ran in the family and I was prescribed to medicine form the doctor to help me with slowing down the way my brain processes things. I know freaky.
“Relaxing.” She looked up and smiled, which turned into a frown when she caught on. “Whats wrong?”
“N-nothing. I-i was j-just wondering if y-you wanted to g-go out t-t-tonight. For dinner.” I looked everywhere, but at her.
“Honey of course. Why are you so nervous about asking that? I'll just call your dad-”
“No, mom just us. M-me and you.” I tried, slowly. She slowly put down the phone in shock.
“O-oh. W-well y-yeah-” Great, she was stuttering too.
“Y-you d-d-don’t,” frustrated, I took a deep breath and tried again, “You d-don’t have t-t-too. I u-understand.” I stopped, angry at myself for getting so worked up. I curled up my fist. This was something I was completely embarassed of, and I was so glad it only happened in serious situations.
“N-no. I'd l-love too. Of course honey.” She always knew how to calm down.
“Okay. Wear s-something pretty.” I added a small smile and walked away.
Once I got in my room I flopped onto my bed, letting out a long breath. Well that went well. I decided to shower and slowly start to get ready.
Once I was out the shower, I walked to my closet in my towel wrapped around my torso, closing my eyes as I felt the breeze hit me from the open window. I froze.
