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>>breanna

Waking up Saturday I felt an emptiness and I didn't know why. It's not like I lost something, or maybe this feeling was because I lost someone. Sitting up out of my bed I got some sweats and a sweatshirt, slipping them on along with my moccasins. I went downstairs to the garage and got into my car, driving to a place I knew all too well. Before going straight there I stopped by the local florist and picking up a single daisy. They were his favorite.

— three weeks later —

In the past three weeks I've been to my dad's grave more than usually. I was going there at least four times a week. I even gave my grandparents a call this week.
When he died it was a everyday thing to visit his grave and call my grandparents. Also that feeling is still here! I'm use to feeling empty when I realize my dad isn't here anymore and that's when I visit his grave. Usually when I visit his grave I'd sit there until the night guard would tell me to leave. Each time I did that before the feeling would leave, but this time it didn't.
Since I was so focused on getting rid of this feeling I had become oblivious to the things going on at school. I hadn't noticed the stares Chase would give me, I paid no mind to the comments Lauren would throw at me, and worst of all I didn't speak a word to my mom. Every since our little fight in the kitchen I've noticed my mom make an effort. She'd bring me lunch at school, text me to check up on me, and she even took a Saturday off to watch a movie with me. Sadly each time we were the together she was the only who spoke I didn't. I was becoming more and more emotionless, but I couldn't help it. I hated this feeling and I wanted it gone.
At the moment I was in my team sports class. We were learning how to basketball, most of the guys were good, but it was only the girls that actually played the sport who were good. There were girls like me who had the athleticism, but just weren't interested. We all still participated and had fun though. Today Coach just let us just shoot around and hang. I understand why, one of the biggest football games was tomorrow night. So we let him get whatever he needed done and hung around. I took the time just to shoot by myself, well Brooke was near me, but she was on her phone.
I shot the ball and this time it bounced off the rim to the side of the court. Going to get the ball I found that it was as already picked up by someone, Chase. I was about to reach for the ball, but he moved it from my reach.

"Can we talk for a minute?"

I stood my place and waited for him to speak. I just wanted the damn ball back.

"In private, please."

Giving in I walked out of the gym with him and to the hallway where the locker rooms were. I leaned up against the wall and waited for him to speak.

"You probably already think I'm the biggest d*ck right now, but I'm sorry Bre. I know that doesn't do much and I'll do whatever I can to get you back. I miss you."

The whole time he spoke he tried to look me straight in my eye, but the blunt expression I was giving him probably made him uncomfortable. Should I forgive him so easily? Well who should be forgiving who? I did kinda trap him in a way, but it wasn't that bad to the point where he had to hit me where it hurts. But wouldn't anyone retaliate when angry? I know I would've and if I were in his shoes.
Just as I was about to speak Lauren came walking through the doors we came in. Why does this h*e always pop up? Like is she just hiding in corners waiting for moments to catch Chase and I alone.

"Oh! Didn't know you two were here."

That moment when h*es try to play dumber than they really are. You knew.
I was going to take this time to leave, but I like I said before I wanted the ball. If I took the time to walk all the way over to the supply closet to get it then I was going to use it. Again I reached for the ball, but Chase took the chance to snake his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"Ignore her. It's just me and you."

Usually I would've pushed him away, because your girl petty, but I missed the little cracker. Being in his arms once again felt good, and that good good that make a girl wanna pull a Karli Redd type faint. Oh yes honey it was just you and I.
We both heard Lauren clear her throat, but ignored her, we just stood there staring at each other. I didn't even realize he was leaning in until I met him halfway and before I could register what was happening our lips met. Let me tell you! Them sparks, nah nah, I mean them fireworks went blazing!
I draped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer and just for the heck of it I lifted my right foot up like those chicks be doing in the movies. HA! Your girl got her little chick-flick moment! Put me in the next Mean Girls movie!

"You better get so white chocolate Breanna! Yas that's my bestie! Chase I still don't like you."

I knew that was Brooke talking and I couldn't help, but laugh pulling away from Chase. We both smiled at each other and hugged.
I now could see Brooke, Lauren, and few other football players and cheerleaders at the doorway. When we pulled apart the football players started hootin and hollerin! It all made me smile, but what I loved the most was that feeling was gone and I knew what I needed now.

{Author's Note} Okay y'all the main point of this chapter was to showcase forgiveness. We all have done something wrong and have wanted a second chance, but sometimes those second chances aren't given due to the fact there was no forgiveness. Remember in order for us to live the way God planned out for us is that we must forgive as he did for us. Even if you're not religious hasn't there been a time where you wanted forgiveness from someone else so desperately, but you didn't receive it because you yourself didn't forgive? Always forgive you guys.