This time I want 7 VOTES AND 4 COMMENTS!!!
Here is a dear message to all the haters in the world: You don’t have to like my story. You don’t have to read my story. You don’t have to comment or vote on my story. JUST DON’T BE HATERS!
Sorry for the late upload!..... ive kinda been addicted 2 this new story that I got….lame excuse I know.
And as I typed I felt sorry 4 Xavier 2!! hahaha
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**Jade’s POV**
My heart was fluttering. He wrote a song? About me? Even though I don’t remember him I still think it is sweet. There is a lot wrong with that last sentence. I don’t remember the guy! My life is so . . . weird. Then I felt a small buzz in my back pocket. “Hello?” I asked into the phone.
“J-Jade?” It was a guy’s voice. It seemed oddly familiar. He sounded so hopeful.
“Yes, whole is this?” I demanded.
“Y-you mean you don’t r-recognize me? It’s me, Xavier,” He whispered.
My heart drummed rapidly. Xavier. Xavier Grass. What should I say? “Who are you?” I asked.
He gasped. Then he groaned. “You must have hit your head hard! You don’t remember me at all? Do you know where we first met?” He asked with sorrow.
Did I tell the truth? Did I say the only reason I know is because of a magazine? I sighed, “I know from a magazine. Penny showed it to me.”
“PENNY?! SHE SAID YOU WERE STILL IN COMA!” Xavier grunted.
I smiled to myself. I knew that this was going to happen in my heart but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I took a deep breath and said, “I got out awhile ago. Penny thought it might be easier for me to lie to you. Truth is I don’t remember you. I might ever remember my time with you. I can’t help it. I only know the things that were in the magazines. I don’t remember any of it,” I muttered. I hated admitting all of that to a complete stranger but I think he needed to know the truth. I can’t help that I can’t remember any of it.
He sighed. “I understand and I know it’s not your fault. Please try hard to remember me though.”
“I don’t know if I want to. According to the tabloids you were scum. I don’t think I will try. It might just . . . I don’t know, come to me,” Everything I said hurt my heart. I didn’t want to be a jerk to him but how could I not. He did something that I can’t even remember. God I hate this!
We hung up and I knew I hurt him.
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I know its nothing at all but I promise next time it will better 10 times better I just had to rush to upload it.
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