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the next night
gemma clark <<<
The screen of my phone said it was 7:02. He said he was coming at 7.
My heart was beating out of my chest. I just sat on the couch in my living room, trying not to wrinkle the dress that I had actually put time into ironing. Nothing fancy. I struggled to find the balance between "not caring at all about what he thinks" and "caring solely about what he thinks," and this dress is as close as I could get.
But he won't even have to try, because he's him, and he'll just wear the same thing he wears every day and still look good. Where I'll have spent an hour getting ready (because I'm not good with eyeliner) and he probably won't even notice.
7:03. Where is he? Is he standing me up? Is this even a date?
He called me this morning, and I picked up. Here's how it went:
"Hello?"
"Gemma?"
"Is that not who you were expecting?" I asked.
He laughed lightly. "I didn't know what to expect, since you acted like I didn't exist for a whole day."
I was going to reply with something icy, but I stopped myself. "You wanted time. I gave you time, and now you're mad at me."
"I'm not mad," he quickly said. "I'm happy you picked up this time."
A slightly awkward silence came about, neither of us saying anything for a moment or two.
"I'm sorry, Gem. I don't know if you even bothered reading the texts I sent you yesterday, but I meant everything I said. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you," he said.
I've heard all of this before. I'm having Jake Dempsey flashbacks.
"I know," I replied simply. "You still did, though."
"I know," he quickly said. "I didn't mean—"
He stopped abruptly, then started again. "Are you free tonight?"
"I'm free most nights, actually," I said, making him laugh. "But yes, I cleared my very busy schedule for you."
"Good. I want to talk in person. There's a lot of things I have to say...but I have to say them to you. Not over the phone," he said, which I was thankful for. I sorta wanted to see him. I'm trying to be mad at him, but I know the moment that I see him, I will forgive him. He just does that to me.
"So, what's tonight have to do with it?" I bit my lip.
"I'll pick you up at seven, Clark."
"Where are we going? You want to publicly reject me?"
He laughed. "That is the last thing I want to do. Can you just trust me?"
"Interesting choice of words, given the situation."
"I trust you, Gem. I really do," he told me. "I'll tell you tonight, after I pick you up at seven. Can you just say you'll be ready?"
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heartbreak girl | s.m.
Fanfiction"i could pull the stars down from the sky and give them to you, and you would still find a reason to say no, wouldn't you, gemma? you would still fucking go choose him." i felt like the world was crashing down on me. the one person i was completely...
