Teenage Dilemmas [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter Twenty Four || Bridgit takes the Leap of Faith

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

-Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane

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Bridgit

I hate James.

I hate him so so much.

He's an idiot and I hate him for it.

Care for me to explain:

It all started this morning and I got a text.

At one in the morning.

I cussed like hell in my head and I reached to the bedside table, knocking a frame over in the progress.

"This better be important." I muttered and looked at the text.

To: Bridgit Newman

From: James Kristenson

Are you awake?

I put the phone face down on the bedside table. If you ignore it, it'll go away.

The phone vibrated again just as I fell asleep again and in fury I grab the phone and text back:

"Now I am. What do you want?"

I get a text back and I sigh at his response.

'You seem angry.'

Is he kidding me? Of course I'm angry! If you got woken up at one in the morning, you'd be furious.

'No. I'm not, what's up?'

I send that text, lying through my teeth, or is it my fingertips? Who cares?

 

'I'm sad.'

I roll my eyes, I am tempted to say 'But you always are.' But instead I say: 'About what?'

Either my brain wasn't processing properly or James was being an incredible smart-aleck.

'About you.'

In my one-in-the-morning rage, I aggressively type 'piss off.' And ended it at that.

And that wasn't even the beginning.

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Waking up at ten still didn't fix the fact that I was still angry at James.

I automatically reach for my phone, to see if James had replied yet.

And he did. And it made my gut wrench.