No More Guessing

Lila

Ten. That's how many hours I have before I meet the love of my life. My mom told me not to be nervous, but I can't help it. It's 5:30 in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep all night. I meet him today, my soulmate, the guy I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

What should I wear? Makeup or not? What shoes should I put on? Accessories? All these questions are running through my mind and it's not even 6. I give up. I can't fall asleep, I guess I have nothing better to do then to get out of bed.

I slowly get up and out of bed and hop in the shower, hoping it will wake me up. I get dressed, finally deciding on my light blue skinny jeans with a white sweatshirt and my converse. By this time it's 6:30, 9 hours till I meet him. At this time my mom and brother are already downstairs and I grab a pop tart and throw it in the microwave for a few seconds before eating.

"You excited for today sweetie?" my mom asks.

"Sure," I say unsure, I mean how could anyone be ready for today?!

My mom is making a big deal about today which isn't helping with my nerves. I pour myself a cup of coffee before running back to my room to do my hair. I brush it out and since it doesn't look like a complete pigsty, I leave it down. I grab my bag and rush out the door to my car.

By the time I get to school, I've almost gotten in 2 accidents because I just can't focus. I'm not sure how school is going to go. It's 7:30, 8 hours till I meet the one.

"So you ready for your big day," my best friend Danni asks.

"Are you fricking serious?" I ask her. "How could anyone be ready for this?"

"I'm just glad you meet your guy before I meet mine," she replies back.

"Oh yeah shut up, you don't know what it's like. Just wait till your day, you'll be nervous too," I answer.

All my friends were like that, asking when they could meet him and if I'm nervous and stupid questions like that.

I head to math class, my first hour class, and no matter how hard I try I can't seem to concentrate. The worst part is math is usually my favorite class and if I can't focus now I don't know what my other classes will be like. After what seems like forever, math ends and I head to science, another favorite class of mine. I take a glance at the clock and by this time it's 8:30, 7 hours left.

I go to all of my classes, counting down the hours 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 1 hour. That's how much time I have left until I meet the person I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. At this point I'm not even trying to pay attention anymore. Not only is it social studies, my least favorite class, but I also have less than an hour till I meet my soulmate. I take a glance at the clock on my wrist, 31 minutes and 28 seconds till I meet him when the bell rings. I sprint out the door, a little too eager to get home. My friends try and talk to me, but I'm to focused.

I practically jump in my car and speed home. I get there and I check my hair for what seems like the millionth time today. I sit on my bed counting down the minutes. Is this what I'm supposed to do? Just wait for him to find me? I wouldn't be surprised if my "Prince Charming" is stuck in a tree somewhere. Too late now because with 1 minute and 17 seconds left on my clock the doorbell rings.

I jump up and run to the door screaming, "I got it."

I open it and there is standing this guy that looks oddly familiar. Holy crap.

"JORDON?! What are you doing here?!" I scream as I stare at one of my lifelong childhood friends who moved away when I was 7.

"I felt this feeling to come and visit," he replies giving me that smile that I never realized I loved until now.

"Wait a second," I say finally realizing something.

I take a look down at my wrist and staring back at me is the number zero.