Should I Love You?

Chapter 14

I lay in my bed. Staring at my phone. No messages. No missed calls. No calls at all. I sigh. Sitting up. I turn on my light.

Kyle left shortly after our conversation. Mainly because he didn't want to run into my mother.

I pout. How could he not even text me to settle this? I got tomorrow off for him. I hate him. I hear my phone ring.  I immediately look. Unknown number... Nope. I put it down. If it's important they'll leave a voicemail. I look and noticed I have a text. I look at it.

Ian: Looks like you don't have to worry about missing work tomorrow.
Me: I already got it off!
Ian: Why are you awake?
Me: Go to sleep!

I put my phone down. Hasn't texted me all day and that's what he says. I stare at my phone. Call me. Text me back. Do something. Show me you actually want this. Maybe he wants me to do the same thing. I grab my phone and go to his contact. Should I call? What do I say? I feel my phone vibrate.

Ian: If your gonna call me do it already. Or do you want me too?
Me: I'm trying to think of what to say. So give me a minute.
Ian: Oh okay. Sorry. Take your time.

Even mad he's understanding. I smile. Okay. Just be casual. I should test it out.

"Hey Ian." I say. "No that's to formal. He's my boyfriend. Don't do that." I tell myself "Oh. Hey what's up?... To obvious that I'm trying not to be awkward. Hello.... No to awkward.... Oh you actually answered.... Now I seem like I'm talking to my crush. Ugh. Just do it you wimp." I grab my phone and go to his contact. I hit call.

"Hello?"

"Oh hello Ian.  What's up. You actually answered." I say.

Did I just combine every single one of those awkward greetings? This is horrible.

"Why wouldn't I answer my girlfriends call?" Ian says.

"Girlfriend?"

"Sorry, I thought you was Sydney."

I hang up. Even if he was joking. That's not okay. I hear my phone ring. I notice it's Ian.

"Hello." I mumble.

"It was a joke." He says.

"Our relationship is a joke." I hang up.

Me: Goodnight.

I put my phone on silent and go to sleep.

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"Cazey!" I hear my mom yell. Barging into my room. "Get up!"

"Why?"

She hits me with a pillow. Then leaves. She wants me to wake up so you can hit me with a pillow? Mom of the year ladies and gentlemen. I slowly rise up. I check my phone.

50 missed calls. Like 30 text messages. That's what I like to see. I smile and check the text.

Ian: I'm in your living room. Your mom let me in.

My eyes go wide. Oh my gosh he probably told her everything. I jump out of bed and run downstairs.

My mom looks at me. "You're up?"

"I was forced to when I got hit with a pillow."

"Nice hair." Ian says.

Ian sitting on the couch while my mom is sitting in the living room chair.

"When was you gonna tell me you have a boyfriend?"

"When did you actually care about my life?"