rolling onto my back again.
"Zaydee, its Sunday. How long did you plan on sleeping? Forever?" he asked angrily.
My eyes flew open and I sat up straight. There was no way in hell I had slept for two days. I had trouble sleeping full nights, let alone days at a time. I glanced around the room uneasily wondering what it was that had allowed me to sleep so peacefully. Whatever it was, I needed to buy one as soon as I got home, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that I could notice.
"Are you there?" Garrett asked, a little calmer.
"Yeah, sorry. What's up?" I asked, scooting myself back against the headboard. I reached for one of the large, fluffy pillows and put it behind me. I wanted to be comfortable enough, but not too comfortable. Falling asleep on the phone probably wouldn't impress him much.
"I'm calling to make sure you didn't change your mind. I told the school board that a family emergency came up and that I needed to take the week off. I'm leaving for Phoenix tomorrow morning."
I sighed. I understood his persistence, but he would just have to accept the fact that I wasn't going to bend on this. "No. Thank you. Just let me know how he is doing. That will be plenty for me."
"Alright. I'll call you as soon as I get there, okay?"
"Sure. Chances are I won't be leaving this room anyway," I replied with a tired chuckle.
He didn't hang up right away and neither did I. We were having that awkward listening to each other breathe moment again.
"I really did miss you," he said softly. "And I never stopped loving you. I couldn't; no matter how hard I tried to push you out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to erase the memory of you in my heart, something inside of me wouldn't allow me to."
"Thanks," I replied quietly as I hung up the phone.
I wasn't used to "I love yous" and genuine heart felt emotion. I was used to twenty minute phone calls home to Grandpa Frances and nothing more. And even though he would end every phone call with an "I love you, Zay", I never had it said to me the way that Garrett was saying it. I knew it was in a completely different way than Grandpa had always meant it and somehow, it held almost as much meaning.
But I didn't have time for love. I didn't have time for much of anything these days that involved other people. I took a deep breath and slid down onto my back again and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired, but I needed a moment to detach myself from the feelings that were starting to grow inside of me for Garrett.
So as I lay there I did my best to crush the seed that was threatening to grow. I pushed it into the dark place that my parents had spent years in. I would refuse to let it blossom and because of it, I would be a better person.
Fifteen
Garrett
I was sitting in the middle seat of the three row center on the 747. I never cared for flying, because of this very reason, but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it. I was already nervous enough with what I was doing and I didn't need to think about anything else. My focus was on Scott and Zaydee possibly having a phone conversation at the very least, but she seemed as stubborn as she was the day she first walked into my classroom.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I hated thinking about that first time because it always made me hard, and it shouldn’t. Something like that shouldn’t excite me.
I waited until the sign giving the okay to remove our seat belts flashed and I excused myself from where I was sitting. The people on either side of me sighed as I got up, but I paid them no mind. The only thing I could think about was that first time with Zaydee and I was going to need some privacy.
I walked to the back of the airplane and opened one of the bathroom doors. Putting my hands on either side of the aluminum sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I ever shake the memory? No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, nothing would ever quell it.
I turned around and
"Zaydee, its Sunday. How long did you plan on sleeping? Forever?" he asked angrily.
My eyes flew open and I sat up straight. There was no way in hell I had slept for two days. I had trouble sleeping full nights, let alone days at a time. I glanced around the room uneasily wondering what it was that had allowed me to sleep so peacefully. Whatever it was, I needed to buy one as soon as I got home, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that I could notice.
"Are you there?" Garrett asked, a little calmer.
"Yeah, sorry. What's up?" I asked, scooting myself back against the headboard. I reached for one of the large, fluffy pillows and put it behind me. I wanted to be comfortable enough, but not too comfortable. Falling asleep on the phone probably wouldn't impress him much.
"I'm calling to make sure you didn't change your mind. I told the school board that a family emergency came up and that I needed to take the week off. I'm leaving for Phoenix tomorrow morning."
I sighed. I understood his persistence, but he would just have to accept the fact that I wasn't going to bend on this. "No. Thank you. Just let me know how he is doing. That will be plenty for me."
"Alright. I'll call you as soon as I get there, okay?"
"Sure. Chances are I won't be leaving this room anyway," I replied with a tired chuckle.
He didn't hang up right away and neither did I. We were having that awkward listening to each other breathe moment again.
"I really did miss you," he said softly. "And I never stopped loving you. I couldn't; no matter how hard I tried to push you out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to erase the memory of you in my heart, something inside of me wouldn't allow me to."
"Thanks," I replied quietly as I hung up the phone.
I wasn't used to "I love yous" and genuine heart felt emotion. I was used to twenty minute phone calls home to Grandpa Frances and nothing more. And even though he would end every phone call with an "I love you, Zay", I never had it said to me the way that Garrett was saying it. I knew it was in a completely different way than Grandpa had always meant it and somehow, it held almost as much meaning.
But I didn't have time for love. I didn't have time for much of anything these days that involved other people. I took a deep breath and slid down onto my back again and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired, but I needed a moment to detach myself from the feelings that were starting to grow inside of me for Garrett.
So as I lay there I did my best to crush the seed that was threatening to grow. I pushed it into the dark place that my parents had spent years in. I would refuse to let it blossom and because of it, I would be a better person.
Fifteen
Garrett
I was sitting in the middle seat of the three row center on the 747. I never cared for flying, because of this very reason, but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it. I was already nervous enough with what I was doing and I didn't need to think about anything else. My focus was on Scott and Zaydee possibly having a phone conversation at the very least, but she seemed as stubborn as she was the day she first walked into my classroom.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I hated thinking about that first time because it always made me hard, and it shouldn’t. Something like that shouldn’t excite me.
I waited until the sign giving the okay to remove our seat belts flashed and I excused myself from where I was sitting. The people on either side of me sighed as I got up, but I paid them no mind. The only thing I could think about was that first time with Zaydee and I was going to need some privacy.
I walked to the back of the airplane and opened one of the bathroom doors. Putting my hands on either side of the aluminum sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I ever shake the memory? No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, nothing would ever quell it.
I turned around and
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