Just Because I Met You

Chapter 37

Things are going to get thrown at you in life, from left to right.

You have to be ready for it.

You have to.

Because if you're not..

You'll be looking like me.

In your bed, wrapped up in all your blankets, listening to bummy music all day.

Might I add, breaking into sobs once in awhile.

It was Tuesday, and Mom was letting me stay home today since I had an emotional break down about how terrible school was yesterday.

All that everybody was talking about was the party Friday. And me, of course.

They didn't care Jared cheated, well some did, but they mostly cared about me. They talked trash to me all day yesterday.

Like, damn. I know. I made a humongous mistake, but please believe me when I say I regret it.

I felt terrible

I even felt more terrible because Jaycee was not answering any of my texts and neither was Dylan.

And everybody's favorite.

Jared wasn't either.

I did nothing to him but just for some odd reason, he was back to "hating" my guts.

So I had nobody to talk to, but myself.

All I really told myself was how stupid I was.

"Honey.." My mom peered her head into my room.

I turned down my music and looked at her.

"May I come in?"

I nodded and sat up on my headboard. She came and got under the covers with me, sitting closely next to me.

"Are you more stable now?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay, so.. I think that you should go face to face and apologize to Jaycee." She told me.

My eyes expanded, "Um no..? She pushed me into the pool the last time I tried to talk to her!"

My mom smiled, "She was angry at the time, and she had so much adrenaline also. Of course you're going to burst when somebody tries to talk to you.."

"Mom-"

"Just listen. You can't just go without sharing your side of the story, and having her think you just did it because you were mad at her or jealous of her or whatever you weren't. No matter what.. That girl was your best friend and whether she wants to hear it or not, you demand your side of the story to be heard. Do you understand me? I didn't raise no whimp, therefore you better not be afraid. Now, do you understand me?"

I sighed heavily, "Yes ma'am."

"Get on up now and make yourself somewhat presentable." She stood up from my bed and looked down at my defeated demeanor. She pushed my hair back and kissed my forehead, "Everything will be fine, hon. I love you, Munch."

"I love you." I replied.

After my mom left my room, I got up sluggishly and went to my closet.

It was grumpy and gray outside, coincidence, and a little chilly.

I decided on a sweatshirt and black leggings.

Mom said somewhat presentable and that's half way in my eyes, so I was comfortable with it.