pen pal | on hold

ten

                        [[ W R E N]] 

        I wake up to the sound of buzzing against my nightstand so when I groggily get up and see that Levi has e-mailed me back, my heart begins to race with excitement. I expect an apology sort of e-mail saying that his phone died so he couldn't e-mail me back or he didn't get the notification that I had e-mailed him. But that wasn't the case. No, it is something that made my chest tighten.

From: LDSport13@hotmail.com

Sent: Sunday, January 18, 2015  8:24 AM

To: ReadWriteSleep@yahoo.com

Subject: i don't know what to say really...

        hey.. sorry i didn't respond back after midnight like you told me to. what can i say? i'm a meathead so i tend to forget things. 

        okay i'm procrastinating right now. i'm just going to be honest with you wren. okay? so please don't be too mad at me. 

        i did what you wanted me to do. i slept with a girl last night, a girl whose name i honestly don't remember. sad, right? guess i really am a stereotypical jock... but here's the real thing, i didn't think about you when i was drunk, the alcohol made sure i had no consuming thoughts of you. 

        i don't know why i did it, i guess to go against myself. when you told me to go have sex i didn't want to, i wanted to rebel against you and e-mail you all night during the party. and when i saw you e-mailed me that i shouldn't message you i was angry at the fact that you chose for me, you didnt give me an option.

        i'm mad at you, wren. i'm mad at myself. 

        i'm sorry.

        I can't bring it in me to e-mail him back. He probably knows I'm going to see it since he knows I wake up early. But is it odd that I feel betrayed? I have no right to feel that way, I just do. I shouldn't feel like he hurt me because I barely know the meathead. We aren't close, I don't think we're even friends. We're just simple acquiantances who have to communicate to get a good grade in journalism class.

        A knock raps on my door and, before I can reply, the door opens to reveal my older brother, Wyatt. He smiles at me before running over and tackling me down to my bed. "Hey Wrenny Poo," he cooes as he pinches my cheeks.  Then he scrunches his nose in disgust as he got off of me. "Ew, your breath stinks. Go brush your teeth, loser."

        Levi.

        I groan as I pull the covers over my head. "What the heck are you doing here, Wyatt?"

        I feel the covers yanked off of me, exposing me and my penguin print pajamas. "I can't hear you, stupid." He teases before sitting on my desk chair and spinning around like a child would. Then again, I do that too. "But I know what you're going to say. 'Wyatt, why did you grace your amazing prescence upon me, your lazy sister, today, my fine brother?' Well, the answer to that question, dear sister, is, I am taking you and Wes out for breakfast today."

        I scowl and threw my pillow at his head. "I wasn't going to ask that, you muggle. Where's Dad?"

        "Work," he answers as he props his feet on my desk and leans back, only to fall on the ground. He quickly stands up and brushes the non-existent dust from his jeans. He points an accused finger at me. "You did not see that!"