Summer Boy***
[15]
When I woke up the next morning, there was one new text on my phone from Ryan. One. And there was nothing on Facebook. As mad and hurt and upset and heartbroken as I was, I read the text.
I'm coming over at 2 to explain. No buts.
I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost two. I didn't even care. I didn't want to hear his excuses, but I guess I couldn't stop him.
I took a look in the mirror to see how bad I looked. My hair was all tangled and my eye makeup was smeared all across my face.
Defeated, I climbed back into my bed, wrapping the covers tight around me.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I heard my mom yell up to me, "Jules, honey, Ryan's here!" When I didn't respond, I heard him coming up the stairs. I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to see him.
I heard the door creak open and I heard Ryan walking into the room.
"Jules."
I lifted the covers back just enough that I could see him. He looked tired, and his eyes were a little swollen looking, like he'd been crying. Which was ridiculous. Guys didn't cry over girls.
"Ryan," I countered, sitting up.
"Look, Jules, you don't know what happened last night."
I shrugged and crossed my arms. "So why don't you tell me?"
He sighed and looked down at his Supras. "I'm not gonna lie. I noticed Alana as soon as you did, and I thought she was hot. And when you left to dance with Mickey, she started talking to me. I couldn't hear her, and she told me it'd be easier to hear her in one of those private area things in the back. I agreed to go with her because, we had been having an actual conversation and I wanted to continue it. Not because she was hot or because I wanted to be with her, just because liked talking to her. Anyway's, as soon as we get back there, she literally fell on top of me and started to kiss me. I kept pushing her off, but she kept trying, literally pulling me back in. I swear Jules, I didn't want her to kiss me. I didn't want any of that. And I miss you Jules. I miss falling asleep texting you and I miss holding you. I hate seeing you push me away and I hate seeing you cry, but most of all I hate myself for making you cry."
I didn't say anything. I was really just trying to soak it all in. Did I belive him? I wasn't sure.
I started to cry and when I wiped away the first tear that fell, I saw that it had make up in it.
Ryan noticed I was crying and came over to me. Seeing I wasn't going to push him away, he sat down next to me on the bed and put his arms around me. I leaned against him, letting the tears fall. Ryan wiped a few of them away, and I sighed.
"Okay," I said, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hands. "I believe you. But I swear to God Ryan, if I ever see you that close to another girl I swear I will-"
He cut me off with the most passionate kiss of my life.
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