Dear Future Husband

April 11, 2019

Dear Future Husband,

This morning I caught Clarissa talking to someone on my phone and she tried to cover it up and say she was calling her phone because she lost it, but I didn't believe her and checked my recent calls.

She was calling Grant.

I flipped out on her, I couldn't help it. I was just so... mad. Not just at her but at him. Immediately I assumed that they had been together at least since we ended it literally two days ago. Why was she even calling him on my phone? Did she want me to catch her? Did she want to make me more upset than I already was?

"Why were you calling Grant?" I asked her as we got in the car.

"I had to ask him a question about english." She muttered.

"Why can't you use your own phone?"

"Because he blocked my number."

"Then why would you ask him-- of all people-- to ask a question about english?" None of this was making sense, which was almost guaranteeing that she was lying.

"No one else was answering me."

I scoffed. "Clarissa, you don't have to lie to me, ok? I think we've already established you don't have a problem with telling me the whole nasty truth so just put it out there."

"Oh my god, Alina," She laughed. "Chill, ok? That is the truth. I'm sorry that he's your ex but he's also in my group for an english project so just chill."

I blew out a breath, mad because there was no way I could get the truth out of her. Unlike me, she was fine about lying through her teeth, and it was maddening.

I went through the day waiting to see her and Grant walking down the hall together laughing like nothing had ever happened and I didn't exist, but I didn't. I saw Clarissa once with her friends and I didn't see Grant at all, then again, I was avoiding him so I really didn't expect to see him.

The last bell rang and I texted Clarissa to make sure she was driving me home today, and she told me she was in the car waiting.

I had missed walking to the parking lot with Grant... a lot. I missed him finding me at my locker and walking out with me asking how my day went and watching as kids begrudgingly waited for the bus while I got in the car with a junior with the freedom to go wherever we wanted. Clarissa just waited impatiently for me or had after school activities so I just had to sit in the cafeteria hungry and alone, craving burritos.

I got to her car and got into the passenger seat, turning to click my seat belt in when I saw that the person in the driver's seat wasn't Clarissa.

"Grant!" I yelled out in surprise. "What..."

"Hey," He smiled weakly. "How was your day?"

My heart was in my throat and I fumbled for the door handle, but he locked the doors.

"Please, just hear me out-"

I unlocked the car but he locked it again. "Grant, unlock the doors r-right now." I stammered, not sure whether to feel mad or scared or shocked or maybe all of them.

"Not until you listen to me."

I swallowed hard, starting to sweat. "How did you get in-"

"Clarissa let me in, ok? She knows we're here, I just want to talk to you."

"Unlock the doors." I demanded.

He did as I said, biting his cheek. "Fine, if you want to leave then you can go, but please, I'm begging you, just give me five minutes. After those five minutes you don't have to talk to me ever again, ok?"