(Sorry for the late update, got busy doing stuff. Oh, and I was listening to the song Back to me by the All American Rejects while writing this and thought it fit. So if anyone wants to listen to that on Youtube or something while reading, then by all means go ahead)
I'll admit it was weird not having any texts or calls from either guys for the rest of Sunday. The only person lighting up my phone was Alyssa.
I had filled her in about the loss of my v-card, (To which she made this odd squeal/gasping noise, making me think she was on the verge of a heart attack) and every other detail I could muster.
Luckily she was more sympathetic than judgemental. The only real problem she had with the whole situation was how I planned on getting Aaron back and fixing things between us. A very tall order. Sigh.
She offered her help but I figured, well knew, that this was something that needed to come completely from me. From my heart.
Once Monday morning rolled around, saying I was scared shitless of just the thought of facing Aaron, was an understatement.
How in the world was I going to apologize? Apologize and actually have him believe that it was sincere?
And then, go and ask if we could get together...Like, what if he's so hurt that he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore...
That right there is enough to throw me into hysterical panic. But me being, well, me, I pushed away any doubts, worries, and fear and went to school anyways.
Walking down the hallway towards my first class I knew Aaron wasn't going to be here. He skips a lot of school even when he doesn't have any reason not to. I'm willing to bet now that he does have a reason, he sure as hell won't be here.
No big deal though, last week of school is basically created to blow off. At least that's what it feels like.
I won't be able to know if he came or not until gym. The only class we have together. Hopefully our schedules will change next year and we'll have a few.
Oh, what am I saying? I don't even know if Aaron will take me back yet. Don't think about the future, too scary.
I seen Scott in World History. We smiled a little at eachother but otherwise didn't socialize. It was sad to think that part of my life was over now.
Half way to my next class Alyssa caught up and asked if I'd seen Aaron yet. "No, he's probably not going to show." I sighed. "You don't know that."
"Well even if he comes, why would he want talk to me? After what I did...I'm such a bitch-" "Chloe stop please, you did what you thought was right in the heat of the moment. You made a mistake, everyone screws up at some point." She said.
"Yeah but how can he forgive me for hurting him like I did, I left him even when I knew that everyone leaves him. It was so horrible..." I stop talking abruptly, not wanting to tear up at school.
I felt Alyssa pat my shoulder gently. "It will be okay Chloe." "How can you know that?" "Because...You and Aaron, you're meant to be, I just know, anyone could see." She said with a smile.
Most of the day goes by too slowly. Even though I know perfectly well that Aaron won't be there, I still make my way to gym hoping maybe he will be.
As I expected he wasn't. The disappointment shouldn't hurt as much as it does. Oh well.
After school I decided not to waste anymore time, so I went to Aaron's house. Parking in the driveway my stomach clenched unpleasantly while my mind filled with the memories of leaving the other day.
