Can You... Not?

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Ella's POV

He wants to meet up.

He really wants to meet up.

I've been begging Greg for almost a month now to show me his face, but he did one better, he asked if we could meet next week at midnight outside of my school.

Truthfully, I'm a little wary. I mean, all I really know about Greg is that he lives an hour away from here and that he's (supposedly) 14, a year older than me.

I know if John and Marina found out they would go ballistic and absolutely forbid me from seeing or texting him ever again. But Greg makes me feel some way...some way I've never felt before. When we talk, I feel like I've known him my whole life and I can tell him anything.

It's midnight.

Our time.

I leap from my bed and rush over to my computer. I quickly log into Facebook and I nearly cry from excitement when I see 2 magical words under Greg's name.

Hey beautiful.

Hi Greg. How are you?

Eh. I'm hanging in there. I have a surprise for you.

Oh yeah? What is it?

I can stay longer tonight.

There's a huge grin on my face but a thought pops into my head and my smile disappears as quickly as it came.

Why can't you stay long every night?

Ella you know I can't tell u... I thought you trusted me?

How am I supposed to trust you when I don't even know who you are?! You could be a 40 year old pedo!

I'm not 40, I'm 14 and I can't show you my face. If they even found out we were talking... well you'd never hear from me again.

They?

Shit.

Greg, who's they?

No one, I have to go.

No you don't. Don't lie to me.

Ella! I'm taking a huge risk even trying to meet up with you. You make me feel alive and I can't wait for night to come so I can talk to you for as long as I can. You need to stop asking questions. Before you get us both killed.

Killed?? Why would we be in danger for talking.

...

Greg??!!! ANSWER ME.

ARE YOU IN TROUBLE???

GREG!

I waited for him to come back. Longer than I've ever waited. But he didn't. And this time, I don't think he left because he had to.

I kick my desk in frustration and feel a vibration run through the floor.

Crap. Hope I didn't wake anyone.

With Greg gone there's nothing left for me to do. I shuffle over to my bed and fall asleep.

A/N Was this bad? Sorry again XD. I just had a really evil idea for something a little later on that you all will hate me for but oh well c'est la vie.

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