The Unexpected Love Story

Chapter 12

Grace POV
I thought this day was a bad one. Guess I was wrong! Oh!! I am Mrs Reagan Jackson's girlfriend! Eep!

Great now I have to face Leo. Double oof.

"Well, I better go and find Leo."
"Ok. Do you want me to drive you to your place?"
"Sure."
We hoped into his car and drove to my house. We kept stealing glances at each other and I broke into a huge smile.

I sat on my porch swing and watched as Reagan pulled out of the driveway. Then I went to my contacts. My thumb rested over his contact. 'Why is this so hard?'

Then I pressed the button. Then he picked up.

"Hello?"
"Hi..."
"Can we talk. Like at the park or something?"
"Sure.... when?"
"Idk. Later tonight, like 6?"
"Ok."
Then we both hung up.

Why was he in a cold mood?

At The Park
I walked to the park and sat on a nearby bench. I waited a while and just sat in my thoughts.

Why did we let last night affect us this bad?
Why was I mean and harsh to him?
To ignore him and close the door in his face.

"Hi."
"Oh! Hi."
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Last night."
"Oh."
"I'm really sorry."
"Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who kissed you and made things awkward."
"Noo! I'm the one who shut the door in your face and ignored you. Ok the one who made things awkward."

Then we kept arguing on whose fault it was .

"Ok ok! We both are to blame."
"Yeah. I really am sorry for kissing you and making you uncomfortable."

"It's fine. But why did you do it?"
"Oh.... Um.... I was just in the moment?"
He said it like a question. Was that really the real reason?

I nodded at what he said.
"So are we good?"
"We're good." I agreed.

I looked at out in the distance and still had the smile framed to my face till it slowly faded when I realized that I still have to tell him that I'm dating Reagan.

"What's wrong?"
"There's another thing I have to tell you."
"You know Reagan?"
"Reagan Jackson? Yeah."
"He asked me to be his girlfriend today."
"Oh........"
Then we sat there in silence for a minute which felt like an eternity.

"You ok?"
"Yea...yea. Congratulations."
He seemed heartbroken and off.
"Thanks."
Are conversation kindove ended there. Here comes awkwardness again.

"Do you want me to walk you home? It's late out and I don't want you running into anything."
"Sure. Thx."

When I got home I went straight for my room and did my night routine, and collapsed on my bed. Today was a weird, ecstatic, looong day.