Dont hate me. plz...
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My stepdad called three times. I'm not sure what I should do.
After thinking for a few minutes I decide to call back. It rings forever until finally the noise is replaced by Steve's voice saying "Lilliana?"
I cringe. I hate being called Lilliana. I hesitate before answering. "Yeah."
"How...uh...how are you?"
I blink in surprise. "I'm fine." I say.
"Are you sure? I mean... you got a roof over your head and you know, food." He asks.
"Yeah, no I really am fine."
"Good. That's good." He repiles.
I don't know what to say, and I guess he doesn't either becuase there's about a whole minute of silence.
Finally, he breaks it. "You still there?" He asks.
I clear my throught. "Yeah." I whisper.
"I guess I wanna say I'm sorry, you know."
"For what? You don't have to apologize for anything!" I shout into my phone.
"I feel like I should apologize though. I feel gulity, and that night-"
"It was not your fault!" I say, cutting him off. "You helped me."
He sighs and says, "She wants you to come back."
I give a humorless laugh. "Like hell I am."
"Yeah. Figured you'd say something like that. But I undertsand."
"Thanks." I whisper.
He gives soft chuckle. "Alright kid, I gottta go. Take care."
"Bye, steve."
He hangs up.
I throw myself against my bed and lay on it for a while. Steve and I were never, ever close. When I first met him, I hated him. He still isn't my favorite person, but I know he isn't a bad guy.
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The next day at school I decide to go early. When I get there I walk to Carter's locker, and sit on the floor in front of it.
After waiting about 15 minutes I see Carter coming down the hall. He stops when he see me. With his eyes on the ground, he walks to me. I stand and look at him. When he's in front of me he says, "Hey."
"Carter what happened yesterday?" I ask, getting to the point.
"I don't know." He replies. "I'm not really myself still. You know, I was really sick. Maybe I'm not fully recovered or something." He eyes raise to meet mine when he say, "I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean be so..."
"Dick-headed?" I supply.
His eyes lower to the ground. "Hmp. Yeah, guess that's the word." He says quietly.
I step closer to him, yank his hoodie off his head, and tip his chin with my finger so our eyes meet. "Just never be like that again. I don't like it."
He nods frantically. "Yeah. I'll never be like that again. I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." I take a step back
"I'll keep this one." He says.
I nod. "Okay then."
He smiles.
