Text #170.
June 14, 9:05 am.
No matter how much I try to put myself back together. How hard I try to recollect my broken pieces, I always screw things up. I always end up more hurt than the start.
Text #171.
June 15, 10:42 pm.
Cameron just texted me. I thought it was from Sophie and opened it up:
Cameron, 10:41 pm: Stephanie, I don't know if you're even gonna read this or not. I don't know if you're actually still interested in even being in my presence. I don't know because to be quite honest, you don't let me. I tried everything. I tried calling you. Texting you. But you won't respond them. I need an answer, Stephanie. I want to hang out with you because I like your company. You're beautiful, funny, smart and gorgeous. I like these kinds of people. But hell, these last few days you've been leaving me more confused than ever. I invited you to my house, to meet my family and look what you do to me. You shut me out completely. From one day to the other, you don't wanna know about me anymore. It's like suddenly, you got bored of me. Like you don't... like me anymore. So this is it, if you still want to, at least, be my friend, meet me at the park at 10:30 am tomorrow. I like you Steph, I really do. I hope you would, at least, acknowledge that.
Text #172.
June 16, 10:01 am.
I have already three pairs of outfits in my bed. I don't know which one of them is the best. I still don't know if I'm going or not. To be quite frank, I'm anxious. Very anxious. Argh, but you know what? Let's just do this. The third outfit is better anyways.
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