Sequel to "My Best Friend's Haught".
Ten months have passed since Nicole left for school, and Waverly is doing pretty good for herself. She's going to school, she's got her driver's license (and her own car), and a job.
Everything is going absolute...
It's been a couple of days since Waverly and I broke up, and I haven't tried to call her. I know I should, but Rosita told me to wait. She said it wasn't good to try to text her or call her immediately.
And I knew that she was right. So, after a couple of days of waiting, I texted Waverly.
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I sent the messages and stared at my phone, waiting for a response, or some indication that she'd seen it, because Waverly usually always has the read receipts on for her texts.
Sure enough... After a couple of minutes, the status changed from "Delivered" to "Read".
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I waited for the little dots to pop up, but they didn't.
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I sighed heavily, deciding to leave it at that because I wasn't trying to blow up her phone or anything. I really just wanted her to give me a chance to explain to her what happened.
Maybe calling her would help?
I pulled up her contact and called her, pressing the phone to my ear. It rang... and rang... and rang... and rang...
I knew she wasn't gonna answer. If she hadn't at this point, it meant she wasn't going to.
I was right, because next thing I knew, I was greeted by her voicemail.
"Hi! This is Waverly! Leave a message!" I let out a sigh as I heard the beep that let me know the voicemail was starting to record. "Waverly, please, just... Please talk to me. I swear, that night at the party... I'm sorry. Please don't end us, Wave. I love you, baby."
