Jason's POV
Its been a couple weeks and I haven't visited Dezi once. I walk to her house after school and knock.
Natalye answer and sighs. "She's busy...you'll see her at school in a couple weeks." She closes the door.
I go home and sigh as I sit on the porch. What's happening...
Tina's POV
I look over at my phone, knowing Jeremy has been worried since I wont answer his calls or texts. I get up and go to the bathroom.
My brother knocks on the door. "Tina, Jeremy is here..." He waits for an answer, but I dont reply. "I'll tell him to go." He walks away from the door. "She's still not feeling well. She has to get ready for school soon."
I slowly walk to the door and stare at the floor. "Jer..."
Jeremy looks at me, waiting so very patiently. "Tina...I can wait for you if this isnt working-"
I start crying again, losing my cool. I run to my room, slamming the door. I lock the door and breathe heavily.
Two sets of feet race to my room.
"Tina, you need to calm down, breathe...you need to breathe..." Jeremy speaks calmly through the door. "We can talk or I can leave...we take a break or just back up...we can work through this..."
I breathe a tiny bit better, hiccuping. I calm down and breathe regularly, tears still streaming down my face.
"Tina...can you unlock the door for me?" Jeremy breathes deeply so I don't spiral again.
"Open the door, T." My brother says calmly, trying not to scare me.
I unlock the door and my brother slowly comes in and hugs me. I whimper, trying not to cry.
"Shh..." It's okay...I know you think you need me...but you really need Jeremy..."
I shake my head. "No...not yet..."
"Alright...Jeremy, please go home...Tina needs some time..."
I start crying again when I hear him leave. "I cant tell him yet..."
Jeremy's POV
I go home to my mom and hug her, she's been trying to accept me dating a girl since I thought I was gay.
She rubs my back, she knows Tina hasnt talked to me since Dezi got home and she knows I'm scared. She's afraid I changed for the wrong person and I understand why.
I don't hate my mom for thinking that. It makes since. Maybe I changed for the wrong person.
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The Mute
عاطفيةA mute girl had no friends. She's alone...but maybe something will change...
