Later that evening, I lie in bed, my body protected by the hot pink, fuzzy blanket, and my head rested on the navy blue pillow. I'm staring at the ceiling, thinking.
I'm the worst best friend in the world.
That particular thought runs through my brain at least a dozen times.
I'm pond scum. I'm lower than pond scum. No, lower than that - I'm the fungus!
I start to burst into tears once again, but this time, the tears refuse to come out of my eyes as if the tears are saying, "Naw, we're staying here where we are right now. Sorry!"
I look at the alarm clock. It's 8:05 PM.
Yes, it's Friday night, and it's way too early to go to bed, but I feel so lethargic that I must just as well stay in bed.
2 other thoughts run through my head: I should've never had sex with Mitchell. Fuck Mitchell, fuck me.
I fall asleep at 8:15 with a gut feeling that something else major is going to happen...
~ ~ ~
On Sunday, 2 days later, Dylan and Gina (Eva and Mitchell's parents) arrive home at 1:00 in the afternoon.
Everyone are ecstatic to see each other.
"Hey there!"
"Did you have fun?"
"Were you careful?"
"Did you behave well?"
"Thank God the house didn't burn on fire!"
"Oh, happy belated birthday, Cassie!"
Other than those positive greetings, everyone also hugged each other.
Ironically my parents called me and told me that they're home right now and I need to go home as soon as possible.
I pack my things and clean the guest room and the bathroom. I say goodbye to Dylan, Gina, Eva, and Mitchell.
"Hey, I'll drive you, Cass." Mitchell offers kindly.
"Okay, thanks, Mitch." I reply casually as if it isn't a big deal.
Mitchell drives me home and when he pulls up at my house, we gaze at each other for several moments.
He makes a gesture as if he's about to kiss me. I'm about to kiss him back but I decide to pull away from him.
"No, we can't." I say.
"Why not?"
"Seriously, Mitch? You know why! Eva's so mad at us for doing all this. We can't be involved in a relationship, okay? It's just not appropriate."
Mitchell sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just be buddies."
"Thank you. 'Bye, buddy."
" 'Bye, Buddy."
I climb out of the car, slam the door shut, and run into the house.
I want Mitchell so, so, so bad.
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A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
