Chapter 38

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It was back to school again today. It was also the day I had to work on my projects with Justin and Mason still has no idea. I know, I should tell him about it.

But what's been concerning me is to whether he's the jealous type. And I've had my fair share of jealous boyfriends......well, boyfriend in particular.

When Mason and his Dad dropped me off at home, Mason walked me inside but didn't come inside to be the loving boyfriend. He was throwing questions right and left as to why I didn't hesitate to open the door for his Dad when he interrupted us or why I was so quite and not talking to him in the car. In my defense, I was sleeping most of the time so that explains it right there for itself.

Of course I was calm and responded smart. I told him I just never liked hotels and the obvious reasoning for not talking. He then felt sorry and apologized for being stupid and overthinking things. Overall, I was please how things turned out but I still couldn't shake off the bad feeling of keeping certain things from him. I just knew it was better to protect him of those things than to involve him in it. I already have one guy involved in my hometown drama that followed me here, I don't need another one.

I got ready for school by listening to The Weeknd's new album, Starboy. Personally at the moment, I liked Party Monster but I'm sure that'll change next week. I heard the song turn down and a ping followed after, letting me know I got a text message. Patting my face dry and setting down the small face towel down, I walk over to my night stand and picked up my phone to read it.

Babeee<3:

You don't have to feel pressured or anything, but I wanted to know if you'd like to tag along with me and my church group? Tomorrow night if you can?

I bit my lip while trying to think of a nice way to tell him I can't. I would normally consider it, maybe change my mind last minute but I have a project to start and finish with Justin. But no way in hell am I going to tell him I'm going to be alone....with a guy....that he may or may not know of, which I doubt because apparently 'everybody knows Justin Bieber' and I'm not sure I'd like him to figure out we knew each other before our project assignment meetup.

This isn't the first time he's tried to invite me to his church activities though. He's been trying for weeks and so far I've been to one but I don't fit in. It's a whole different atmosphere, preaching, praying, reading from the Bible and stuff. Don't get me wrong, the people are nice and I do believe there is a God but I just feel like the whole religion thing just isn't for me. With the things I've been facing these last few years, it kind of makes me doubt somethings. But I just know that I should leave the past in the past but only use that as help to grow into the person I want to become.

I looked at the time, knowing I would be late if I didn't leave soon until Justin texted me. He asked me if I was ready and it left me confused. I thought we had made it clear that we would do the project after school, not in the morning.

I texted back, texting my thoughts and went back to Mason's texts. I had to tell him I was busy and working on school work with a friend, nothing more nothing less. I dare him to be critical and ask me if it's a guy and go off on me. I know his accusations will be true but the last thing I need is an unnecessary argument with him that will lead us no where.

To:Babeee<3

I would love to but I have a project to start on and it's due this week. Maybe some other time okay? We'll talk more when I get there

I knew he was already in school because football players have days where they come in early to view films of their practices or games against other schools they had the previous year. Since he was part of the defense, he had to go today and tomorrow is offense. Then the whole football team has weightlifting in the morning on Wednesday and then they have a game on Friday. It's their first home game, considering their pre-season games were all two or more hours away. I've never been more ecstatic about it but I'm also nervous.

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