High School Love Story

Chapter Seventeen: Mila

John hasn't texted me since his car accident.

He read my message, but he didn't respond, and he made no other effort to contact me. He must be mad at me for not going to visit him in the hospital. Who am I kidding, he probably deserved to be. I had no legitimate reason not to go see him. I didn't want to get his hopes up, but, who am I kidding, I wanted him too. I wanted him so bad.

If it wasn't too late for us to be together before, it definitely was now. JOhn probably thought I didn't care about him by now. I didn't see him in the hospital, and I only sent him one generic text message to ask if he was doing better. No wonder he doesn't love me anymore. I'm an awful friend.

For the first time in six years, I began crying. I cried for at least an hour.

I guess I felt better after the cry, but not a whole lot better. I decided to get some rest. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, John came into my room. I looked at him, wondering what he was planning to do. Without a word he ran over to me and kissed me.

"John, I love you. "

"I know, Mila. I love you too"

We continued kissing, and it was amazing. He rolled me on top of him, and we continued kissing. After a while of that, he began taking my shirt off, I helped him. I was now only in my bra, and we continued kissing, I took off his shirt, and threw it to the side, we continued kissing. He unhooked my bra and threw it beside the bed. He then rolled himself on top of me. Oh my God, yes. John pulled on my pants, and after twenty seconds, they two, were on the floor beside us. Where was this all of my life? John leaned down to me, "I love you". "I love you too."

I woke up.

In the same spot I was.

I resumed crying.