The One That Got Away

Chapter 7

Hey guys! Well, here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it. I know I enjoyed writing it because the things that are said needed to be said. And it felt good to vent out. Don't worry there is no bad words. I'm just talking about the love and the anxiety M feels. Anyways, Happy New Year!!!  Feel free to leave comments if you have questions or whatever. lol. Happy reading!!!

I looked at the time and there was ten minutes before seven. If I wanted to be ready on time I had to stop thinking about the past. I was a bit surprised that the memory hadn’t swallowed me into black oblivion. It had been a while since I had allowed myself to think about Taylor. Every time my mind went there, my body would shut down and it’d take days to get back to reality. As I realized this, I also noticed that the pain in my chest that sometimes wouldn’t let me breathe was gone. Was it because Taylor was back?

I got out of bed in a hurry and went to take a shower. I plugged my IPhone into my stereo and touched play. I didn’t like to have the house silent. It felt out of place.

I welcomed the warm water and I relaxed. For the next fifteen minutes, I refused to think. I meditated and refused to think of anything that wasn’t related to my body. I was in my own little world; with no Taylor or frustrating parents that were hardly home. I turned off the faucets and I reached for my pink robe. I grabbed a towel and I wrapped it around my hair. I went to my room and I saw that D had texted me. She was outside my house. I went to my front door and opened it.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry, I was taking a shower. Come on in.”

“I wish I could but I have to meet Ben. He has a surprise waiting for me. I just came to drop this off. It fell out of your shoes when you were dancing. I tried catching up to you but you were gone.” D handed me the envelope that I got from the roses Taylor left in my locker.

“Oh, thanks D. Did you open it?” I asked.

“No, you were lucky Naomi didn’t see it before I did. Otherwise this whole situation would have been different.” D said.

“True,” I smiled.

“Okay, I’ve got to go. Wish me luck.” D hugged me and left. I was left standing in the doorway staring down at the envelope.

A part of me wanted to rip to little pieces but the other part of me wanted to read what Taylor had to say. I stopped thinking about it and ripped it open. But then I stopped myself in time to not read it.I closed the door and stomped back to my room. I threw the card on my desk and went to my closet to get ready.

I got dressed in my pajamas with my furry slippers. There was no way I was dressing up for Taylor. My stomach brought me back to reality. I was starving and there wasn’t much to eat at home. I wasn’t in the mood to go out and get take-out. All my problems were solved when I opened the door to let Taylor in. He brought food.

“I hope you’re hungry because I am.” He said.

“What did you bring?” I asked.

“Mexican food,” he said.

“I could kiss you for it!” I said happily.

“Well, I’m hoping you do more.” He teased.

I slapped him playfully and helped him take out the food. I went to retrieve plates and cups but Taylor said, “You don’t need plates. We can eat off the same container.”

“I’m not sharing my food with you. I’m that hungry.” I said.

“I brought enough food for the whole neighborhood. So where do you want to eat?” he asked.