Sixteen year old Jaleah(Juh-Lee-Uh) Makayla Diaz lives in Los Angles and is in her second year of high school. While others are looking for their high school romance, she's staying in the books. School first, boys last. Of course she's friends with...
Outfit (you can't really see the necklace, but there is one.)
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Make Up
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I sit in the seat at the table, texting August again. It's my birthday and he told me to meet him at the restaurant for dinner. I haven't heard from him all day, but I figured he might have turned his phone off or something.
Short Cake- Aug, are you still coming?
Short Cake- I'm at the restraurnat
Short Cake- Restaurant*
Short Cake- August, hello?
Short Cake- Aug
Short Cake- Aug, we were supposed to meet for my birthday dinner at six, remember?
I sigh and lock my phone. I'll just wait around for a little while. Maybe he's running late or over slept. It's only been five minutes.
And I wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. He doesn't show up. I got here at six, and I'm still here, picking at my food at closing time. Which is ten.
I grab my bag and phone, pay the bill, and then leave.
I call my mom, I was gonna walk home, Aug was gonna come over, but he didn't come today, and I'm too scared to walk by myself.
I sit on the bench, waiting for my mom and playing on my phone. As soon as she gets there, I jump in the car and buckle.
"How'd it go?" She asks.
"It didn't." I reply.
I'm more worried about August than I am mad. He's never stood me up before, what if something happened to him?
"What do you mean?" She asks me.
"He didn't show up. Can you make a right up here?" I ask, pointing ahead.
"Yeah." She nods.
When we get to the apartment building August lives in, I tell her I'll be right back and I run inside.
I knock on his door, ignoring the look I'm getting from some guy down the hall.
August answers his door in just sweatpants. "Hey, Leah. Whatchu doin' alla way outchea?" He asks. We live forty five minutes away from each other.
