The Girl Who Cried Save Me

Chapter 23

  Anxiety. Fear. Nervousness. Uneasiness.

These were the main things I was feeling as Saturday grew closer.

Today was Wednesday and I couldn't keep still.

I went to school for the sake of it and I swear I couldn't even look in the same spot for more than a second.

I had written all of the letters and put them into an envelope with each person's name on it.

It was really hard to write them.

I cried alot. Sometimes I had to start all over on a fresh piece of paper because my tears ruined the other one.

Emily was on another date with Jaime and I was happy to hear that they're officially together, even though Emily goes back to Florida in three days.

I was currently in my room, on my bed with a sketchpad on my lap.

I was drawing a wilted rose.

I sighed to myself and watched as my hand moved the pencil, bringing the rose to life.

My phone rang and I looked over to it on the desk before dropping the sketchpad onto my lap.

"Hello?", I answered, my fingers trailing along the paper.

"Jess", Mikes voice greeted.

Hearing his voice was like a shot to the heart. What I was going to do to him is horrible.

I'm horrible.

That's why I need to do this.

"What are you up to?", he asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered.

"I'm drawing. You?", I asked.

"I want to see my beautiful girlfriend", he replied, smoothly.

"Oh..Uh okay", I said, fighting the heat in my face.

"Wanna go see a movie? Or do something?", he asked.

"Sure", I said, after a moment of pondering.

"I'll pick you up in ten?", he asked.

"Okay", I nodded.

"See you in a few, babe", he said.

"You too", my stomach leaped at the nickname.

I closed the sketchbook and stood up, taking in a deep breath.

You can do this. Act normal.

"I can do this", I whispered to myself.

I wanted to spend as much time with Mike before I would be gone.

I walked downstairs and went outside, sitting on the porch as I waited for Mike.

"Don't blow this, Jess", I muttered to myself.

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Mikes hand found mine as we walked together into the cinema.

We had decided on a rom-com. (A romantic comedy) because Mike thought it looked cool and I agreed.

He didn't let me pay for my ticket or snacks, saying it was a date.

We walked into the room and found seats at the very back. Mike offered me some popcorn and I shook my head.

"Jess...have you been eating?", he asked, looking at me with concern.

He didn't deserve a mess like me.