I awoke to the sound of my to ringtone in the morning. I was getting a call from Cameron. Aw, it was so sweet that he was calling to check on me here. Without any more hesitation, I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hey Claire! Are you feeling any better about North Carolina yet?" he asked.
"Well, there's no way I can stop missing Georgia, but I guess I might get something out of moving here."
"I know you will." he said.
There was a silence for a little while after he said that. That's weird. Maybe it was just bad reception.
"Hey Claire, I have to go now. But I promise I'll call you and text you later! Love you!!"
"Uh... Okay, bye Cameron." I say in a bewildered voice.
That kind of confused me. That's never happened before. What was going on? Or was anything going on? It was just bad reception, I tell myself. I shouldn't worry.
I look out the window of my room and see the sun shining. Maybe it's a sign that something good will come soon. Maybe my dad was right yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't complain as much.
I walk out of my room and make my way downstairs where my mom is.
"We're going out to breakfast and driving around town a little bit." She said, smiling. "Go get ready and then we can go out. Your clothes boxes are in your room somewhere."
I go back up to my room and find the boxes that are marked "clothes" I rip them open and try to find a shirt and some shorts.
I pick out a green lace top and a pair of denim shorts. I get out of my pajamas then get them on. I go to the bathroom to brush my long, brown, wavy hair out. Then, I do my usual makeup routine, mascara, a little bit of concealer where I need it, and a tiny bit of sparkly eyeshadow.
I grab my phone, I need to see if Cameron texts me while we're out. I hope he does. What happened on the phone this morning was so weird. No, no it was just bad reception, I remind myself again, but I can't help having a bad feeling about it. I start my way downstairs.
"I'm ready to go!" I say to my mom and dad who are waiting in the kitchen, once I'm downstairs.
"Okay, let's go," my dad says.
We all get into the car and my dad pulls out of the garage and starts driving us out of the neighborhood.
"So, where is this place we're going?" I ask, while checking my phone to see if Cameron texted me.
"Oh, it's only about 5 minutes away from our house." my mom says.
He didn't text me. I wasn't trying to be an overly attached girlfriend or anything, but you think he would've texted me after what happened on the phone happened. I mean even if it was bad reception he'd still text me by now right? I think to myself. He said he would text me. Okay maybe I shouldn't worry too much. I'll just wait a little while. He'll text me. He'll call me. It will be okay. I try to console myself.
After sometime of me getting lost in my thoughts still trying to calm myself down about it, I hear my mom,
"We're here!"
I get out of the car and we walk into the place.
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After we're done eating breakfast, I'm still worried. I must've been showing it too because my mom chimed into my unsettling thoughts with,
"Is something wrong, Claire?"
"No, I was just thinking about something." I reply.
That sounded stupid but I didn't really want to tell her about Cameron yet. She'll probably just think I'm making a big deal about nothing. She didn't say anything back though.
"I'm just still not completely feeling it about moving here." I say to make it sound better.
"You'll get used to it, and it will all be okay." My mom said.
But Cameron didn't text me or call me yet, and we were here for an hour. And it had been about an hour and a half since he called me.
Our waitress comes and gives us the check, and my dad starts to look over it. I look around the restaurant as my dad does that and my mom scrolls through her Facebook feed on her phone. When I turn my head to where the entrance of the restaurant is, I see a guy. And he's really cute. No no, I tell myself as I turn my head back around. I shouldn't be scouting out other guys. I'm technically still dating Cameron, and he'll text me or call me soon. But I have to turn around to look at him again. He has piercing blue eyes and brown hair that perfectly sweeps over his forehead. Which is my favorite combination. Brown hair and blue eyes. Stop. Stop, I tell myself. Still dating Cameron, I remind myself. I turn back around to our table.
I check my phone again. Still no text from Cameron. It's okay, I tell myself. He'll contact me soon. He told me he would. I keep trying to calm myself but still, deep down I'm panicking.
I look up and see that my dad finished putting the money down for the check.
"Okay, let's go." He says.
"Okay," I say.
With that, we all get up, and start towards the entrance. I knew it's really wrong, but I was excited to go out the door because I'd see the boy I spotted before. By the time I'm done thinking about passing him, were on our way out the door, and I glance up at him. He catches me glimpse at him, and my eyes dart the other way. A tingly feeling runs through my body, and it almost makes me feel happy. No, stop, I tell myself. You can't.
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When we get home from riding in the car around the town, I go upstairs to my room and I look at my phone for probably the hundredth time today. I'm still checking to see if Cameron contacted me in anyway. I got somewhat distracted by the guy in the restaurant... and his flawless eyes and hair...
I snap out of my trance. I got somewhat distracted by him, but I still didn't lose sight of the worry that I had about the scenario with Cameron. It had now been about three hours since he called me in the morning. And he said he would text me. Or call me. And there was nothing yet. If only I knew what was going on. I still loved him so much and I didn't want to lose him.
❋❋❋ about 8 hours later ❋❋❋
It was 8:00. Still no text or call, or FaceTime, or any form of contacting me from Cameron. I was literally about to cry. He usually always gets back to me when he says he will, and I waited the whole day. I told myself the whole day just to be patient... and...
My thoughts are interrupted when I suddenly hear my phone ringing out of nowhere. It was a FaceTime call from Cameron. Maybe there was hope. He was FaceTiming me. It will be okay. He'll explain to me. It won't be too bad. Or at least I hope it will be. I answer the call, and it starts connected.
I see his face appear on my screen and start smiling, but that smile goes away as soon as I hear,
"Claire... I'm... I'm... I'm r-really sorry but..."
"W-w-what?" I stutter.
"I'm really sorry... but... I..." He continues.
My worry level rises even higher than it already was. But I don't feel anything good. All the bad feelings I was getting during the day were correct. Nothing ever good was coming, I was right. Maybe I was even right about North Carolina from the beginning too. Just as I started to feel better about it.
I felt like I knew what was coming. But I couldn't even bring my mind to think of it. Until I heard it.
"I... I need to break up with you..."
Tears start rapidly streaming down my face. And I have to hang up. I press the end call button.
I throw my phone onto the floor and roll over on my bed. I continue weeping into my pillow.
It was so hard to face the fact. I couldn't even think it. It was too hard to think. It was way too painful to think, that he broke up with me. Because I loved him more than anything. I've always been told that some things just aren't meant to be, but I always thought that Cameron and I were. But what's worse is that... will I ever know why he broke up with me? Why I got the call where he suspiciously hung up?
You know... I never got texted by Caroline today either...
