I pried my eyes open, thumbling around my desk for my ringing phone. I groaned as I picked it up and noticed my mom was calling me.
"Hello?" My dry voice crackled as I struggled to speak.
"Get up stairs and fold the laundry." My mom commanded before she hung up.
I tried to stand but quickly discovered that the cold air wasn't as comfortable as my warm bed. I pushed myself out of bed and went to my mirror. I practiced smiling. I tried to bring the smile to my eyes, but it wasn't working.
I had gotten no sleep. I stayed up, thinking about Lyle. Then about him and Alice. Together. I felt my face fall.
I looked back up in the mirror and added makeup to my tear stained cheeks. I trudged my way slowly upstairs and began on my long list of chores and was done by noon.
Then I went back in my room and did something stupid. I read over all the texts from the night before. And then I did something even worse... I callled Lyle.
I picked at my nails as the phone rang in my ear. My stomach churned. My upper lip quivered. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down.
He picked up.
"Hello? Katrina?" his voice shook and then my word vomit started coming out of my mouth.
"Hi. Look. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for breaking up with you. I was scared, and there wasn't any other excuse, and I know, I was wrong yesterday and you were right, I broke up with you, I shouldn't care about what you do because I'm the one who b-broke up w-with you and I-I'm s-so s-sorry..." By the time I finished talking, I was full on sobbing and coughing. My eyes burned and my heart raced while I wait for his reply.
"...Katrina? Are you crying? Please, please don't cry. It's ok, I forgive you. And I'm sorry too, I knew how you felt and I ignored your feelings." He sounded sincere and almost close to tears.
"Katrina! You're gonna make me cry! Please stop crying!" he pleaded.
"I'm so sorry." was all I could say in between my gasps for air.
"Hey... I love you. I really want this to work and I want us to be together. Please." Lyle said.
My heart skipped a beat. No one has ever said that to me before...
"I-I love you too," I smiled and wiped away my tears, catching my breath, and told Lyle, "But if you make me cry again, I will tear you apart. Anna and Ryanne will probably help me out."
He laughed, "Don't worry. I will never let that happen. Never."
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