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Chapter 37: Back to Normal
Charlotte’s POV
I couldn’t sleep. After 73 declined calls later, he decided to stop. I tried counting the sheep in my head. As if that would work. Curiosity struck me so I decided to read the messages he texted me.
*Char, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Wow. He typed all of that? Nah, maybe copy paste.
*I love you so much. Please believe me. I love you more than anything else. I love you. I love you. I love you.
*I miss you Char. I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you so much that I can’t sleep.
*Char, please answer my calls or reply to my texts. I’m worried. Please give me a sign you’re still there. Please.
That’s it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I put my phone back in my drawer and hugged my pillow as tightly as I could. Tears couldn’t stop falling from my eyes. Out of exhaustion, I fell asleep.
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I woke up, feeling tired. Ugh, I don’t want to go down. That’ll only mean seeing HER. And I don’t want to go to school. That would mean seeing HIM. And if my luck is as AWESOME as it was yesterday, I’m sure Steve and I would cross paths. Trust me, I’m that unlucky. I was gonna burry my face in my pillow when a loud knock was heard.
“CHARLOTTE! DON”T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING BACK TO SLEEP. YOU CAN’T MISS SCHOOL!” Argh. Dad. Such a killjoy.
“Coming!” I stood up and took a shower. A long one. I then wore the first thing I saw. I wasn’t in the mood for mix matching. I went down the stairs to see my dad reading the newspaper. The usual.
“Good morning pumps.” He said.
“I’m not sure if it’s a good morning.” I told him as I kissed him in the forehead. “Hmm... What’s this all about?” I asked my dad, sitting down, looking at my favorite meal.
“What’s what about?” He asked.
“Why all of a sudden, I wake up to my favorite meal?” Aww. My dad is so sweet. He made me my favorite breakfast knowing I was in a bad mood.
“Oh. That. Thank Allison for it.” He said so naturally.
“Thank who?” I asked. Maybe I just heard him wrong.
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