Confusion

Chapter 10

I woke up at six in the morning curled up in a ball on my couch. I was still in my dress and shoes. I kicked off my shoes and jumped off the couch. I went into the bathroom to check my makeup and it had ran all down my face. I don't remember crying.

I check my phone and I still have no texts or calls from Harry with an explanation. I guess Brooke was right. I sigh and throw my phone to the floor, I don't even care if it's cracked right now. I feel tears running down my cheeks and I go back into the bathroom to wash all my make up off.

I changed into sweatpants and a tank top and throw my hair into a messy pony tail. By now I have stopped crying and got myself together. Why did I care so much anyway? I never date guys like Harry. He has tattoos and piercings, which yeah are really fucking sexy but do I really want a guy like that?

I had Brent. Had. I broke up with him over voicemail. That is probably the lowest thing I have ever done. He gave me everything and more, and I gave him up for a guy just because we had one hot make out session. That doesn't make us soul mates.

"Fuck! What did I do?!" I say out loud to myself. I rub my temples. A habit I now do when I'm stressed.

I start to think about how messed up I must be. Plus Brent is three months older than me which is like the perfect difference. Harry is three years. I'm 19 and he is 22.

I run to my phone, now wondering if it's cracked. It is. It's just a few by the camera luckily. I dial Brent's number looking at the clock, it's 7 which means he should be up for work because it's Sunday.

It goes straight to voicemail. I hang up and look at my phone. "Great. He already blocked me!"

I hear the door knob and quickly spin around. Brooke walks in and looks at me. "What are you doing up? Oh! How was your date with Harry? Was he nice? He better have been good to you or I'll.."

I cut her off. "He.. Uh he didn't show up." I feel more tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

She looks at me in shock. "Wow. I mean I knew he was a dick, but I didn't think he would just stand you up like that. I'm sorry Maddie." She pulls me into a tight hug and I start to cry in her shoulder when my phone starts buzzing. I slowly pull away and take out my phone. The number is private. I usually don't answer private numbers but I figured it could be Harry so I answered.

"Hello?" I more sighed than actually talked.

"Well good morning to you to!" I hear Brent's voice. Brent.

"Brent? Why is your number blocked?"

"Oh ya sorry, I got a new phone. My old one kind of got ran over by a car." He chuckled.

I kind of sniffle from crying. He stops laughing "Maddie, have you been crying?"

He always knows. "Uh ya, just over a dumb romance movie, it's nothing." I lie. I need to ask him about the voicemail.

"Listen Brent, about the voicemail, I didn't mean it I'm so sorry."

"What voicemail?" He sounds confused and then I realize. He got a new phone with a new number which means he hasn't heard it.

"Oh uh um nothing nevermind."

"Alright?" He laughs. "Well I gotta go, talk to you later?"

"Ya, see ya."

I hang up and look at Brooke who is staring at me like she is watching a really good soap opera. Now that I think about it, my life could be. I should write a book or something.

I snap in front of her face to get her to stop staring. We both laugh when there is a knock at the door. I look at her with confusion and a little worry.