I screamed out loud.
"I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THIS!!!!" I yelled.
"What?!?" My mom and dad looked worried.
"I HAVE 115 THOUSAND FOLLOWERS AND THIS TWEET ABOUT ME GOT 10,000 RETWEETS!!!" I jumped up and down, smiling.
"Oh my goodness! You're famous!" My mom laughed.
"Wow Mrs. Popular!" My dad seemed impressed.
"I have to call Ava!" I ran downstairs and into my room and dialed Ava.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Ava."
"Paige."
"I have 115 thousand followers and a tweet about me got 10 thousand retweets."
"WHAT? OH MY GOD!!!" She yelled.
"I KNOW RIGHT!!!"
"YOU'RE SO FAMOUS."
I laughed. "It wasn't even my intention!"
We talked for about 5 minutes. After hanging up with her, I decided to give Jack a call.. if he's not done with me.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey! Guess what!" I said excitedly.
"Jaaaack hang up and come back here!" I heard a girl say in the background.
"Hold on babe." He said to the side of the phone.
"What?" He finally replied.
"Who are you with?" I questioned.
"Layla." He said.
"Why?" I said, annoyed. My heart was in my stomach.
"Jaaack. Baby come heeeere!!!" She whined.
"I gotta go." He hung up.
I sat there motionless on my bed. I dropped my phone to the ground. The room became blurry as tears filled up into my eyes. I picked up my phone and threw it at the wall as hard as I could. I shut the lights off and went under my covers.
I couldn't stop crying.
When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were puffy. I checked my phone. 11am.
I decided to go on a run to get my mind of things. I put on a T-shirt and exercising shorts with Nike shoes, and put my hair in to a ponytail. I didn't even bother to make my face look decent. I ran upstairs and out the door, not caring where my parents were.
I jogged past about 7 houses before I saw him. Jack was driving down my street in his Jeep, and he was coming to my house. When he spotted me, he pulled over. I kept jogging, faster this time.
"PAIGE." He got out of his car.
I started running as a tear fell from my face. I could hear him running after me. There's no way I can run faster than him, so I stopped. I didn't turn around to look at him.
"Paige, please." He walked to the front of me.
"Are you okay?" He looked at me. I probably looked like I got punched in the face.
I looked up at him, and put both lips inside my mouth, trying not to cry.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
I bumped into him as I continued jogging past him.
"Paige, I know what happened with Cameron." He said.
