I drove down the road looking back a few times. I felt bad that I just left and didn't even say goodbye. I mean, he payed for my car, drove me to the gas station to get my wallet, and he got me dinner.
It could've just been that he wanted to make me feel welcomed.
Nothing. Special. At. All.
My mind kept pondering the fact of him. Is he a good person, is he trying to impress me.
I think it was he was trying to impress me, I mean who would want me anyway.
With that thought out of my mind I had to stop for gas in Colorado...
IT WAS FREAKIIINNNGGG FREEZING!
I wanted to die. I didn't know it would be this cold. What the freak.
I was struggling trying to pump the gas, then my mom calls.
"Hey sweetie"
"What mom"
"Where are you?"
"Colorado"
"What!!! Why are you so behind?"
"I went out with some dude"
"A guy? What was his name?"
"Isaiah"
"Ahhh"
"Well I have to go I'm pumping gas"
"Ok buh-bye"
/phone call ends/
Of course now my mom is going to be nagging me all the time about Isaiah. Grr. Why did I tell her...
I started driving again, to notice the same car was following me around. I'd turn, he'd turn. What?!?
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Home for Christmas.
ChickLitKate is a complete failure. For college she moved away from her family. She had to drive to her family for christmas and face them even though she completely sucked. Can she make it home for Christmas.?
