It All Started With Some Spilt Milk

The Guilt On Both Ends

(A/N: Decided to change things up for this chapter. Its probably how I'm gonna start to do the rest of the book. You'll figure it out as you read 👍)

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I woke up like any other day. The same ringtone from my alarm clock, the same smell of breakfast downstairs, the same voice that was my Dad's telling me to come eat. Yet, while it felt the same, it felt different too. Its one of those weird feelings you can't necessarily put a finger on. That emotion thats hitting your chest like a truck yet, has no clear signal of whats causing it. I could only rise from my bed in a confusion of some sort. What the hell was wrong with me? What small abnormality was causing these constant flux of my mood? I unplugged my phone and unlocked it, granting myself the answer to my questions as I was staring at an unfinished text message..

Oh right, Alexander...

"Great job Scarlett!" was the first thought that raced to my head. "Once again, you took things too far into your own hands and crossed the line. Not once, but twice! You first brought up the kid's death father and then proceeded to force him to say something to you that he was uncomfortable about. You can never just shut up and live with it, can you?"
I slammed my head into my pillow and screamed as I continued the mental argument with myself. Why do I this to myself? A cute boy wants to hangout with me and I try to force myself onto him and his personal life like were some married couple. If I had any chance of impressing Alexander last night, I BLEW it. Blew it all to hell!

God, he probably thinks I'm a bitch or impatience. I would tell Kendrick about it all but...no, he can never know. I don't want what happened at Lakeridge to happen here. I can't handle another transfer, the last one I barely made it. I will never have another "him" situation again. Plus, Alex is different. He's humble, gentle, caring, and supportive. He'll never stoop to that asshole's level. But, it doesn't matter anyways. Not like that chance will ever happen again.

Its like someone was reading my thoughts, seeing as if not but a few seconds later I got a text from no other than Alexander Truman.

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"Hey Scarlett! Listen, I know last night kinda ended on a weird note lol but, just wanted to apologize for my actions. I should've told you about my ankle when it first happened. I know I said I didn't tell you because I wanted to hangout with you but, that was not a good enough excuse. Really hope this didnt infringe on our friendship. You're a great person to be around and a badass volleyball player lol! (Kinda jealous) But, I hope your day goes well and once again, I'm very sorry!!"

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What an adorable idoit haha. Well, looks like I spoke too soon. I immediately responded with my own text...

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"Hey Alex, thanks for the text but, honestly you don't need to apologize. I was too pushy last night with you and I feel bad. I shouldn't have pressed too hard on you about everything. You're a sweet boy and I appreciate the dedication you had last night lol. This won't effect our friendship at all, in fact, I'm happy you texted me in the first place! Thanks though Alex, but you're fine.

Oh, for the record, you're a better volleyball player than I am, even despite your ankle."

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I slammed my head into my pillow, this time in relief.

Phew, I made it out of this situation in one piece...