the broken hearted girl

Chapter ten - thats cute

Alysha pov,

I have to text nathan right now.

Hi nathan can i ask you something?

Him: yeah sure. but wait first what is it? x

Me: do you have a crush on me?

Him: now is not the time for this just enjoy your night babe. ill talk to you later gtg (got to go) bye x

Yhyh bullshit.

babe?

BABE?

now its official.

Maybe Maisies theory was right.

I find it cute, that nathan likes me.

He could get much better, and i suppose theres so much he doesnt know about me.

I still cant get over the fact that i got with jay, its like i actually felt proper love towards him at one point, and ive never felt that before?

Dad: i just got maisies mums txt. i didnt kno ok. just be back by eleven.

What the fuck?

Thats like him apologising, which never happens.

"What did your mum tell my dad?"

"I dont exactly know. just some bullshit."

"Well it worked, thanks. my curfew tonight is eleven."

"Yay girls night!"

Its not exactly a girls night because im not staying, we have school tomorrow.

I may as well forgive maisie, but i probably wont forgive jacob, hes just pissing me off to the max.

Cant he understand?

I dont want to talk to him.

I dont want to get back with him.

In fact at this very moment, i dont want anything to do with him.

"you seem to be, um well thinking alot alysha." Maisie told me..

what does she mean by that?

does she expect me to tell her whats on my mind?

"yeah." i replied, i didn't really know what else to say?

she gave me this look...

no.

I want to go home now...

Home?

HOME?

Dads at home.

I must i look really normal arguing with myself.

"Maisie i kinda wanna go home." i mumbled,

"seriously girl? its only nine. You said your curfews eleven."

"I know maisie. but I guess ive changed my mind.."

for some strange reason I felt like I needed to go home.

my instinct is telling me to go, and thats the thing, i usually listen to my instinct instead of my heart.

"Okay then alysha." she mumbled under her breath.

I dont think shes happy about this...

"fine, I guess we can negosiate something." I shrugged,

"an hour?"