Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 154
“Really,” he tried, trying to convince
me to move away from the driver
side door. “I won’t have to apply
pressure with the wounded area.”
Still, I wouldn’t budge, so he
grudgingly agreed to let me drive.
The fact that I had to drop him off
at his house and bring his car
home with me didn’t exactly help
with his mood. He didn’t speak until
we reached his house, and even
then, he seemed reluctant to say
goodbye.
When I got home, I did my best to
climb up my room as quietly as
possible so Mom wouldn’t wake up.
Then, as soon as I was tucked into
the bed I left unmade earlier, I
pulled my phone out and sent him
a text.
Thank you for tonight. How’s your
foot?
It didn’t take long for him to reply.
Oh, you know, I think it’s still
PMSing.
I laughed out loud; the kind of
incontrollable laughter that rose
almost involuntarily, and I knew
there was no use denying it now.
Somewhere along the past few
weeks, I had started to inch closer
to the edge of a cliff, and I had no
idea what was waiting for me at
the bottom.
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