How I Met You

Chapter Eight

-Chapter Eight-

 Is it wrong that I can’t get to sleep tonight? More importantly, is it wrong that I’m lying awake at this very moment thinking about Jake?

I think there is definitely a problem with this situation.

Number one, I shouldn’t be awake at three AM on a school night.

Number two, I shouldn’t be awake at three AM thinking about Jake. 

Number three, it’s three AM and I still haven’t finished my homework.

Put those three things together and you have a problem. I have a good reason for not finishing my homework, though. . . . I’m too lazy to get out of bed and walk across the room to my book bag.

Yep, that’s my reason. Oh well, I’ll have time to do it tomorrow. 

My thoughts wandered back to Jake for the millionth time tonight. I don’t even know why! He is a guy who lives in California.

I am a girl who lives in Florida. We shouldn’t even still be talking to each other! I don’t even know him for crying out loud! Well, no, that’s a lie. I do know Jake. He is no longer a stranger to me.

Is he a friend then?

I have no idea.

Rolling over onto my side, I gazed at my alarm clock. It’s now three o-five. I’m not even tired! I blame Jake for all of this.

If I can’t go to sleep, I might as well do something, right?

But what? What can I do when it’s three o’clock in the morning? Nothing.

Well. . . . I can text Jake. . . . No, he’s probably asleep. Ugh, this sucks. Who cares, I’m bored, and I’m going to text him.

“Jake?” I texted him. There, it’s done. I can’t take it back now. 

“Yes, Alex?” he asked after a few moments.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry…”

“No, I can’t really go to sleep =/ *sigh*”

“Really? Why not?” I asked. I actually thought he’d be asleep by now. 

“I’m too busy thinking about stuff.”

“Like what?” 

“You.” 

And that’s when I died. 

No, just kidding, I’m still alive and breathing. But I swear, my heart stopped right then and there. He’s thinking about me?