Skylar
Every time my
phone vibrates against my skin, I freeze as dread washes over me. The police and
new superintendent have been trying to find the underlying cause of the school
vandalism. At least that’s the message they’ve been leaving on my phone for the
past week.
On
top of that, my heart literally breaks whenever I see Caleb’s name pop up, via
text or phone calls. I could easily pick up the phone, sure, but what is there
to say? Hey, I miss you. Wish you were
here. I can’t stand this separation. All this stuff is true, but it doesn’t
change the situation. I’m here and he’s there. That’s what makes this so hard,
knowing we aren’t across the hall or even a few minutes away, but hours from
each other. And no one wants to have a relationship like this, especially at
our age. So I’ve been avoiding him, too. Hoping that maybe he’ll forget about
me.
I
walk up to my father’s brownstone. Lidia is already in the living room, entertaining
another guy. Third one this week. She props up on his lap and plays with his
hair while laughing at nothing that entertaining. I roll my eyes and head up to
my room. Her interactions make me miss Caleb even more. I should call him. No,
I shouldn’t. Calling him will break me. I’m broken enough.
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