Bad Boys and Good Girls

Chapter 12

I texted Tess about how that whole thing that happened with Gabe. She now ships us. We went on fangirling for the rest of that night. Even though I didn't want to turn it into a girly thingy.

I woke up the next morning and looked at my phone. 2 new messages. I click the first one and read, "Hey hope you're feeling better. Let's hangout." My face twisted with confusion. I looked up to the contact information. Gabe Parker.

Wait a sec... I know a Gabe. Gabe... Gabe... OH MY LORD FREAKING GABE PARKER. Wait how does he have my number. My mind raced through all the events I had been with him. Then it hit me. While I was sleeping on his couch. He must've put his number in my phone.

I roll my eyes knowing that would be a typical boy move and reply, "I'm good thanks. And sure I'm down."

I exit out of that conversation and click the Unknown number message.

"Heard you had a 'lovely' event.. sorry I had to steal your number. Text me if you need to talk to someone. We can bitch talk and gossip together. ;D"

I was half terrified I don't know the person but half laughing to myself how sassy this person sounds. I assume it's one of Tessa's friends who heard about my event and took my number out of her phone. She could help me at one point.. I thought.

When i headed downstairs everyone was either watching TV or eating food. I stroll over to the fridge and open it scanning the half empty shelves. My eyes landed on a Dr.Pepper soda can. I smile with excitement and grab it, closing the fridge.

Opening cans had a odd satisfaction to it. With a 'psst' I took a chug of soda. The bubbly carbonation down my throat felt good. I plop myself on the couch careful not to spill the soda and scroll through the channels landing on Cartoon Network.

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I have no clue what the hell happened. But I became depressed for some odd reason. Everyone has avoided me for this reason c': I'm bored and sad. I head up to my room while my brother took over the TV. Opened a binder filled with pages and drawings. I flipped through most of them and land in a fresh clean page. With my pencil in hand it paused hovering over the paper. Okay art, you can come to my mind now.

So a bunch of doodles all over the page I gave up and layed on my looking up at my ceiling. Thoughts of my failure of many times kept popping in my mind repeatedly. Without noticing tears began to fall down my face.

I looked at my phone sitting at the other end of the bed. All the drama that has happened on that phone. The phone calls, texts, etc. That text. I reached for my cell phone and swipe to unlock it. Staring at my home screen. I didn't know what I was doing, but I clicked the text message from the unknown number and started typing.

Hey human I don't know. Almost immediately she responds.

Ayyyy what's up

My tears kept feeling up the screen. Honestly really shitty.

Tell me

And with that I've began pouring out my past and loads of memories to this person. c':

Hey, that sucks to hear. But dont let that get you down. You are worth more than that, sometimes you don't see it yet. I'd hate to see you cry

Holy crap this person knows their shit, I thought. After a little bit of talking to this person, my mood improved. We made up jokes and laughed. I still didn't get her name. So I made her a nickname, My Angel.

Because she talked to me and found out I have a addiction to soda. She would bring me a soda anytime. And I was just happy like, "MY SAVIOR!"

I talked with her for the entire day, I felt pretty good and could sleep happy for once. We said goodnight because I hated saying goodbye even tho we would probably talk to eachother the next day or so. With our convo in my thoughts I drifted off to sleep.

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Hello humans who have been patient and read this far c': Thank you for adding my story to your lists. It means a lot, and WELCOME NEW FOLLOWERS TO MY STORY. I hope you all enjoy. I will be slow with updates balancing school and all. Loves 💙 -S