Chapter 1
I understand that you will never forgive me for what I did, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t do it for our good. If I could go back in time and change what happened, I don’t think I would do anything different then what just happened. Whatever the past is, it’s in the past. We can’t change it so we will just have to move forward. I’m just going to go to bed I’m tired.
When I woke up the next morning, I checked my phone just like I always do to see if I got any texts, calls, or snaps, and to check the time. As my phone screen lights up I glance up to see the date it was March seventeenth. I was weird because I could have sworn that yesterday was the seventeenth. I get up, get dressed, do my hair and makeup. Then finally I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I do everything, I go down the hall to the kitchen where my mom is getting her stuff ready for work. Like usual, I went to the fridge and grabbed a pop and a thing of pop-tarts out of the cupboard.
“Okay, mom I am going to grab my bag and then I will be off to school. Have a great day at work,” I say as I walk over to the front door and grab my bag and keys.
“Have a great day at school, drive safe and text me if you need anything, Emma.” My mom says grabbing her bagel out of the toaster.
There is no doubt about the fact that my school makes fun of my car a little because it’s the year twenty-twenty, and I have a nineteen sixty-three Mercury Comet Convertible. I love my car and it’s great for road trips with my friends. Top-down, music up, hair blowing in the wind is great. It can be refreshing and can make your road-trip so much more fun.
Once I get to school I feel like it was going to be a horrible day because of what happened yesterday. You were so mad at me you were super close to blocking me on everything but you didn’t. When you walked up to me like a normal day, it was super confusing because yesterday you didn’t want to speak to me at all. We both walked to my locker and I stupidly said the same thing as the day before.
“We have been friends for years and that’s great, but I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” Lucas was shocked and confused.
Angrily Lucas shouted, “Why can’t we be friends? There is absolutely nothing that I had done to make you mad enough or whatever to not want to be your friend.”
“I don’t want to be your friend anymore, Luke, because I am in love with you. I have been since 7th grade and I want to be your girlfriend instead,” Stupidly, that’s what I yell at him because it had to be said. In all the time that I have been friends with Lucas, never have I seen him so shocked. He was speechless until he leaned in to whisper something in my ear.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
