I hate myself for what I just did. After I'm out of Lennon's sight line, I duck into the bathroom and explode into tears. I was so… heartless. I had turned into the girl who played with guys feelings, then rejected him. Of course it wasn’t really like that, because I did like him, but it sure seemed that way.
I had to keep my distance, so I wouldn’t feel worse than I already did. Ignoring him seemed like the best approach, so that's exactly what I did. He didn’t deserve it, but it would make things easier, an eventually he would see that.
I get home and start on my English homework, but then a thought pops into my head. Texting him couldn’t hurt, really. I had said I wanted to be friends…. I debate about it for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons
I sigh, and decide that texting him couldn’t really do any harm.
Jasper/Hi… sorry about today.
I press send and try to finish my work, but can't focus. Lennon answers a couple minutes later.
Lennon/I get if you just want to be friends.
Jasper/ I'm not the kind of girl to mess with a guys feelings, honest.
Lennon/I know.
Jasper/ Its better this way
Lennon/ If you say so.
This seemed like the end of the conversation, but I don’t want to say goodbye. He doesn’t seem to want to either, judging by the text he sent me.
Lennon/ Are you busy?
My heart flutters.
Lennon/Don’t freak. Its not a date.
Lennon/ If you don’t want it to be.
Jasper/ I don’t know….
Lennon/ We’re friends, remember?
It's almost like he's challenging me, and so I feel the need to say yes.
Jasper/Okay. But its not a date.
Lennon/Whatever you say, Jazz. I'll be there in 10.
I decide that maybe I should get changed, seeing as I was in my pajamas. I slip on a big black sweater that was cropped off at my belly button and my high-waisted grey skirt with sheer purple leggings underneath. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and go to tell my mom I'm leaving.
When I find my mom, she's hunched over her super-old computer typing something.
"I'm going out with Lennon."
She turns around, a smile on her face. "like on a date?"
"No, like two friends going out."
"Where are you going?"
"Not sure. He just said that he would pick me up innn…" I check my watch "Oh. Right now"
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