Forgotten (A BajanCanadian FF)

Chapter 8

Forgotten

Small Talk?

Chapter 8

Bridget's POV

"Bri...as in Bridget Morgan?" Mitch said shocked. He looked like he had just been slapped in the face.

"Um..yeah," I said not ready to face him at the moment.

I wanted to hug him, but what if he hated me? No, I'm overthinking again...

He reached out his hand and smiled.

I shyly took it and he pulled me up.

"Do you remember me? Mitch Hughes...um Benja?" he asked.

I looked at him. In his eyes were full of hope.

"Yeah," I said and tried my best not to act like an idiot.

I thought he forgot all about me. What about the promises? I don't think he knows how much he wrecked me.

(A/N: Go ahead...comment,"I CAME IN LIKE A WRRREEECCCKKKIIINNNGGG BALLL!" I had it coming. XD)

"What happened? To the um promise, if you remember?" I asked trying not to break down.

Everything went downhill when Mitch left.

"I'm sorry," he pulled me into a hug," So many things came up and happened, first of all who knew that the heat bills would be so expensive?"

"It's okay, I'm better now that you are here," I simply said.

He smiled and we hugged for a little longer.

We was warm and smelled like Axe.

He pulled away and said," Can I have your phone number? To um stay in touch? I really missed you Bri."

I smiled.

"Here," I said pulling out a pen from my uniform pocket.

I wrote down my number on his hand.

"So how's Kyliegh?" I asked missing the blonde haired girl I also had to say goodbye to.

"Oh, shes doing okay I guess.She has a boyfriend named Jackson, who is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. And she still does miss you," he said.

He muttered something after that I couldn't understand.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shot back.

I left that alone. Kyliegh is probably a wreck right now. She's such a sweet girl to love someone like that. To know the predetermined loss. I feel bad now. I feel like my problems are no where as hard as others, and that my life is just a joke compared to others.

"So how's your life right now?" I asked.

I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Probably since he looks like THAT.

"I'm doing okay, much better now that we've reunited, I opened a YouTube channel called um...TheBajanCanadian. And well that's all that is current I guess, besides meeting other people and living in Montreal," he replied.

"Yeah...I knew Bajan," I whispered to myself.

"What?" He asked me,

"Nothing," I replied out of habit.

I want to tell him I know. I want to ask him why we are just old childhood friends. I want to ask why he put up with the act of not caring, but I didn't.