Normally, I wasn’t into that either. But Jace and I were talkers and texters and we loved staying in contact with each other all day long. From the Good Mornings to the Good Nights, I spent an entire summer and fall counting on Jace to be there for me whenever I needed him, and even when I didn’t need him.
Now he’s like a distant memory, an old relative who only calls on Christmas or birthdays. Okay, maybe it isn’t that dramatic. And he still finds a way to talk to me at least once a day, so our relationship isn’t bad, by any means. A lot of guys don’t like talking all day. It just sucks because Jace didn’t used to be one of those guys. Now he is.
I know I shouldn’t do it, but I log into Facebook anyhow. My heart beats rapidly inside my chest as I log in and look at my newsfeed. I don’t know why I get so nervous every time I check the stupid social network…it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. It’s not like I’m hacking into his account.
(Although it’d be a lie if I said I never thought about it.)
I type in Jace’s name and go his profile. A sharp pain pierces through my heart when I see the newest update to his page. Yet another girl, this time much younger and very beautiful, has uploaded a photo of herself and Jace. They’re very close, leaning in next to each other as she extends out her arm to take the picture herself. The caption says, ‘I met my favorite racer today! I’m so star struck, lol!’
My heart aches as I stare at my boyfriend’s face in the photo. He’s smiling, albeit a little bit forced. I know that logically he doesn’t like her and he probably doesn’t even remember her name. Just because he took a photo with her doesn’t mean he’s going to leave me for her. I know that. I do.
But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I miss my boyfriend and I need him to be with me.
With a sigh, I take out my phone and break the silent treatment I’ve been giving him since I was at the dress store.
Me: I miss you and I need you with me.
No better text than the truth, I guess.
His reply is instant.
Jace: I miss you more and I need you even more than that.
The pain in my chest doesn’t ever seem to go away.
Me: Then come homeeee!!!
Jace: Soon, baby. I promise.
Chapter 11
When the bell rings after school on Friday, I don’t rush out of class toward the parking lot like everyone else. I grab my backpack and head down the hallway toward yearbook class. With all my depression over Jace and the fact that he’s not going to make it to the festival tomorrow, my school work has been slacking severely. And the one thing that can’t be put off any longer are my yearbook pages. I can let down myself with bad grades in every other subject, but I owe it to the entire school to get this yearbook finished on time.
Focusing on something other than Jace should be healthy for me. I’ve got to pull myself out of this funk and get back on track with life. Just because he can’t make it for the festival or my birthday doesn’t mean the whole world stops spinning. If anything, it just spins faster.
When I make it to the yearbook room, someone is already in there, sitting at a desk in the back corner. It isn’t the teacher, but I hadn’t expected to see her for a while anyway. She always heads outside after school for a quick smoke. The student in the classroom, already busy at work on a double page spread, is Chase.
I toss my bag on the floor next to his and sit at the table next to him. “You’re behind too, eh? I have like five overdue pages that I’m supposed to send to the publisher by Monday.”
Chase shakes his head, and lifts up the papers he’s working on which look very familiar. “No, you have four overdue pages. I just finished this one.”
“Wow.” I take the oversized paper and look over the layout of the images, the perfectly spaced captions and perfect little additions to the pages I had started. “Thank you.” No one at school has ever done anything
Now he’s like a distant memory, an old relative who only calls on Christmas or birthdays. Okay, maybe it isn’t that dramatic. And he still finds a way to talk to me at least once a day, so our relationship isn’t bad, by any means. A lot of guys don’t like talking all day. It just sucks because Jace didn’t used to be one of those guys. Now he is.
I know I shouldn’t do it, but I log into Facebook anyhow. My heart beats rapidly inside my chest as I log in and look at my newsfeed. I don’t know why I get so nervous every time I check the stupid social network…it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. It’s not like I’m hacking into his account.
(Although it’d be a lie if I said I never thought about it.)
I type in Jace’s name and go his profile. A sharp pain pierces through my heart when I see the newest update to his page. Yet another girl, this time much younger and very beautiful, has uploaded a photo of herself and Jace. They’re very close, leaning in next to each other as she extends out her arm to take the picture herself. The caption says, ‘I met my favorite racer today! I’m so star struck, lol!’
My heart aches as I stare at my boyfriend’s face in the photo. He’s smiling, albeit a little bit forced. I know that logically he doesn’t like her and he probably doesn’t even remember her name. Just because he took a photo with her doesn’t mean he’s going to leave me for her. I know that. I do.
But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I miss my boyfriend and I need him to be with me.
With a sigh, I take out my phone and break the silent treatment I’ve been giving him since I was at the dress store.
Me: I miss you and I need you with me.
No better text than the truth, I guess.
His reply is instant.
Jace: I miss you more and I need you even more than that.
The pain in my chest doesn’t ever seem to go away.
Me: Then come homeeee!!!
Jace: Soon, baby. I promise.
Chapter 11
When the bell rings after school on Friday, I don’t rush out of class toward the parking lot like everyone else. I grab my backpack and head down the hallway toward yearbook class. With all my depression over Jace and the fact that he’s not going to make it to the festival tomorrow, my school work has been slacking severely. And the one thing that can’t be put off any longer are my yearbook pages. I can let down myself with bad grades in every other subject, but I owe it to the entire school to get this yearbook finished on time.
Focusing on something other than Jace should be healthy for me. I’ve got to pull myself out of this funk and get back on track with life. Just because he can’t make it for the festival or my birthday doesn’t mean the whole world stops spinning. If anything, it just spins faster.
When I make it to the yearbook room, someone is already in there, sitting at a desk in the back corner. It isn’t the teacher, but I hadn’t expected to see her for a while anyway. She always heads outside after school for a quick smoke. The student in the classroom, already busy at work on a double page spread, is Chase.
I toss my bag on the floor next to his and sit at the table next to him. “You’re behind too, eh? I have like five overdue pages that I’m supposed to send to the publisher by Monday.”
Chase shakes his head, and lifts up the papers he’s working on which look very familiar. “No, you have four overdue pages. I just finished this one.”
“Wow.” I take the oversized paper and look over the layout of the images, the perfectly spaced captions and perfect little additions to the pages I had started. “Thank you.” No one at school has ever done anything
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