3 weeks later Alexis pov It's been a few weeks since I've seen Jake, he send texts and flowers but I don't respond. I've mostly been focused on myself. I have a roommate now, Jonas. He basically stayed here all the time so why not? We've become really close friends shockingly, he has tones of money yet he wants to live here with me. He doesn't pressure me to call or talk to jake which makes me happy, but I can't stop thinking about him, random things make me think about him and how much I miss him.
Dinner tonight? I really want to talk to you.
Jake sent me a message about dinner and for some reason I wanted to and couldn't wait for it.
A few hours later
I did my makeup with gold eyeshadow and wore a black dress. I was excited to spend time with Jake.
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He said he'd pick me up at 7pm and it's now 7:10, if he stands me up I'll probably die of embarrassment that I let him do this. That I even said yes to his stupid dinner invitation.
7:45pm I was angry but a part of me was upset, I had these strong feelings for him and I gave him a chance and he didn't care. Why did he continue to do this to me? If he couldn't come he could have called or at least texted me.
Was this the plan? To just leave me waiting for him. Before I could even realise tears were coming down my face, I got up to go to my room. As I walked past Jonas room I heard him talking.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! She's siting here waiting for you For a hour and you haven't even called her!" Jonas growled out, I assumed he was talking to jake.
I carried on walking to my room, I took off my make up and dress and just went to bed, still crying, over a stupid piece of shit.
As I was overthinking, I got a text, I looked at my phone to see it was jake.
I'm so sorry baby, i had a emergency and I couldn't get to my phone and I didn't even realise the time. He said
It's fine I replied turning my phone off and went to sleep.
I woke up to another text from Jake asking for another chance tonight for dinner, I don't know if I want to. I still feel stupid and angry from last night. It's hardly to much to ask for him to send a text saying he couldn't make it.
What time tonight? I found myself asking him, confirming I would go to dinner. I feel like one of those desperate women who would do anything for there loser boyfriends not to leave them.
