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Twenty Five

Once we got home, I texted Justin. Not that I was excited to see what he was going to say.

Me: hey.. I'm home. You wanna talk?

Justin: nah, it can wait till tomorrow

Me: You sure?

Justin: Yeah

Me: I already know what your gonna say. It's fine. You wanna break up, I get it.

Justin: I didn't say I wanted to break up.

Justin: ill see ya tomorrow, ok?

I turned my phone off after that. I didn't feel like talking to him at the minute.

Marissa jumped onto my lap, and laid her head down. I patted her before remembering I probably would need homework done.

I groaned, and headed upstairs. I was pretty tired because of last night. What would I tell Jaime? Maybe that I was helping clean after school. Or that I was joining an after school club.

I sighed, and sat at my desk. I pulled my bookbag up. I took out missed homework, got started right away. But my mind couldn't focus.

I turned my phone on, and plugged my headphones in. A song began, and I hoped it would help.

After fifteen minutes, I had finished my reading homework, and some math. I would have kept going, but I felt someone tap my shoulder.

I spun around, and saw Sam.

"Jaime wants you to go to bed and rest. You don't have to worry about homework in math."

"How come?"

"Well, I told the teacher you were hit by a car, and she decided to let ya skip this weeks homework," he says. I smiled, and stood. I walked over to dresser to grab my pajamas.

I walked to the bathroom, and got changed. After that, I walked into the room, and climbed my ladder.

"Night, Sam."

"Night," he says, turning the light off. I checked my phone to see it was now nine fifty two. Before I knew it, I passed out.

~

I got on the bus, and made Sam sit by me. I wanted to put off talking to Justin for as long as possible.

Once we got to school, I saw Justin standing by the door. My heart rate went up, beating faster then normal. My breathing hitched. I bit my lip, and walked forward.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I replied softly. I felt like my heart was pounding loud enough for everyone to hear. I really, really, liked him. But was my previous dream true? What if I really was too weird?

"So you think I want to break up?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I shrugged, avoiding his gaze.

"I mean, what happened was weird. And I get it-"

"That's not what I wanted to tell you," he chuckled. I let out a breath of relief. "I wanted to say, what you did, risking people finding out, was really brave of you. And you kinda got hit so that I didn't. What I wanted to say, is I don't really like you anymore."

"I'm confused. It sounds like a break up," I say. Even though my confusion was clear, so was my sadness at his words. It hurt a lot to hear that he didn't like me.

"You saving my life made me realize that I don't just like you," he starts. He moves closer, and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. Clichè, but adorable. "I love you. We haven't been dating for long, but what you did.." he trailed off, and pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked, but kissed back almost instantly. He pulled away, and I hugged him. My head pressed against his chest, and I felt safe.

He almost made me forget about MRC, which made me happy. I didn't want to go there, I wanted to go with Justin and watch The Walking Dead.

He ran a hand up and down my back, and we probably looked like an emotional scene from a movie.

Only did we pull away from each other when the bell rang. He kissed me quickly.

"See ya in computer," he says. I nodded, and smiled.