My Wattpad Love

Chapter 17

If you had said to me that I was going to be crying my eyes out over Shane’s shoulder, I would’ve laughed at your face. I would’ve called you crazy because three weeks ago, I was sure as hell that would never happen.

Oh well, screw my prediction skills, because right now, that was exactly what I was doing.

The most shocking fact was that I wasn’t used to crying in front of people. I mean, not even Jason or Laura had seen me cry before, and here I was, sobbing like a baby in the arms of the school’s popular jerk.

Oh, life is truly unpredictable.

Shane remained in silence, and I was afraid that he would make fun of me or something. But surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut.

Why was I crying, anyway? These tears made realize how much I cared for Evan. I know it sounds crazy because I’d even seen the guy in real life, but I couldn’t help it. I was attached to him; I was used to his good morning messages, his teasing jokes and arrogant replies. We were so much alike, but at the same time, so different. Evan knew more about me that my own best friend. I trusted him . . . why? That was the question. 

Why did I trust him? He was just some guy I met on the internet a month ago. How did he end up becoming part of my life? A part of me? I knew it was my entire fault, how I’d let him in. Therefore, I gave him the power to hurt me like he was doing right now. 

I never said I cared about you...

His words stung. They were like fuel to the burning fire in my chest. Flashes of his beautiful face came to my mind. I loved his smile, I loved the way dimples form on his cheeks when he smirked. I was intrigued by the dark pool of his eyes. They held so much mystery. His sexy voice was always present in my mind. I felt like he was playing with me... He’d been so caring and sweet sometimes. But then he says he never cared about me. That’s so contradictory. 

Is this a game for him? 

I pulled away from Shane, sniffing and wiping my tears away. My eyes met his and I couldn’t help blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I—” he put his index on my wet lips, interrupting me. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered and then he did something I’d never expected Shane Mason to do: he smiled at me. Shane gave me a genuine smile. I’d seen him smirk or smile mockingly, but I never expected him to give me a true smile. 

“Thank you,” I said honestly. He nodded and then got off the couch awkwardly.

“Whoever made you cry,” he started looking right into my eyes, “is not worth it.” I didn’t know what to say and neither did he, so he simply walked upstairs. He knew I didn’t want to talk about it, so I appreciated his consideration. 

There was a knock on the door. I waited for Shane or Jordan to open it, but they never came so I had to do it.

Sighing in frustration, I got on my feet. On my way to the door, I tried to fix my face a little bit but I knew it was useless. My nose was probably tomato red and my eyes were swollen. I probably looked like protagonist of a soap opera. Okay, that was not a good comparison but well, I’d never been good with comparisons, if you haven’t noticed. 

I opened the door and the sun hit my eyes mercilessly. I raised my hand to block it and blinked, trying to see something. After having my vampire-reaction-to-the-sun moment, I could finally see who was standing right there in front of me. My jaw dropped to the floor.

“Laura?” I asked shocked.

She scowled at me and scanned my clothes. Her eyes narrowed as she clenched her fists at her sides. It was then I remembered I was wearing Jordan’s clothes.

Oh, this didn’t look good.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I said quickly. Yeah, I know. It was such a cliché phrase. People usually judge when someone said that but hey, what else can you say when it really isn’t what it looks like?

“I can’t believe this,” Laura stated, hurt plastered on her face. “Melissa was right.” She took a step backwards.

“Melissa?” I frowned. What did she have to do with any of this? “Lau, listen to me, I—”

“Shut up!” her voice cracked. “How could you? You knew how much I like him!” 

“Lau, I don’t know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong,” I tried to explain.

“Am I?” A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away angrily. “I knew you were hiding something from me!”

I couldn’t deny that. I was indeed hiding the entire Evan thing from her but it seemed like she wasn’t referring to that.

 “Don’t talk to me ever again,” she said through clenched teeth and started walking away. 

“Laura! Wait!” I chased after her desperately. The ground was hot due to the intense sun so I was forced to jump over it since I was walking bare feet. “Lau! Wait! Damn it! Ow!”

Laura was a good girl but she’d always been very gullible. I knew Melissa had probably poisoned her mind, telling her God knows what about me. And Laura, being the gullible girl she was, believed her. 

Let me tell you something: Laura was an excellent runner. No matter how fast I tried to run, no matter how many trash cans I dodged, I couldn’t catch up with her. By the time I reached her house, she already had gone inside and slammed the door closed. I rested my hands on my knees breathing heavily. I was literally out of breath. 

“Jules!” I heard a distant scream, and I snapped my head towards the street and spotted Jason’s car. He was there, half of his body was leaning over the window. “Get in the car now!” He sounded desperate. 

“I can’t! I have . . . I have to talk to Laura,” I explained, holding my chest. Jeez, I was seriously out of shape. 

“Get in now! This is an emergency,” I scowled at him. “Type Z,” he finished looking alert.

Alright, I blamed it on Jason, but as soon as he said emergency, I couldn’t help thinking this was about condoms. It was his entire fault that now, I related our emergency code to condoms. Reluctantly, I walked around his car and jumped into the passenger’s seat. As soon as I put my seatbelt on, Jason drove off fast.

“What’s going on? I swear to God, this is about condoms I will—”

“What? No,” Jason shook his head, “Why would you think that?”

“Then what is it? Because as far as I remember, Code Z is for a zombie apocalypse,” I couldn’t help chuckling. Yeah, our emergency codes weren’t really realistic. 

“Really? I thought that was Z +,” Jason retorted confused.

“No, Z + is for the zombie apocalypse plus if you’ve been bitten,”

“No no... That was Z + 0,” I rolled my eyes.

“No, Z+ 0 is for an alien invasion!” I argued.

“What? No! That’s X +,”

“Alright! Fine! Can we discuss this later?” I said, exasperated, “Tell me what’s going on. What’s the emergency?”

“Check your phone.”

“Oh God, tell me already.”

“Just check your damn phone!” Jason ordered annoyed.

I did as I was told. I had 15 missed calls and 4 texts. They were all from Mom.

“Uh-oh,” I whispered checking the texts. She was really angry.

“She’s looking for you. You’re lucky I found you before she did,” 

“Where is she now?” I was starting to panic. 

“She’s in the town. We’ll get home and then you’ll call her to tell her we were out buying peaches,” my heart sank in my chest.

Peaches...

Peachy girl...

Was everything going to remind me of Evan now? 

“Jules?” Jason glanced at me. I looked away.

“Hum?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,”

As soon as we got to my house, I ran upstairs and changed into shorts and a simple t-shirt. When I called my mother, she sounded pretty upset so I waited for her in the living room whilst Jason was putting the peaches in the fridge.

When Mom arrived, she gave me a lecture about picking up the phone whenever she called and all that stuff. After her motherly-like speech, she went to bed. She was probably really tired. Jason and I went to my room. I sat on my bed, Indian style. Jason simply stood there next to the door.

“So, now, I want an explanation,” he said casually.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, you didn’t sleep at your house. I found you running like a crazy person in the street, wearing men’s clothes and with a red face which means you’ve been crying,” Jason stated, folding his arms across his chest, “I need an explanation.”

“It’s a long story,” 

“I have all day to listen;” I sighed. “Spit it out,”

I told him the entire story, omitting Evan’s part. Jason told me he was going to talk to Laura about it to solve everything. Jason could be a man-whore sometimes, but he wasn’t stupid. 

“I understand most of the situation now,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “but you still haven’t told me why you were crying,” I looked down. Jason sighed and sat next to me. He held my chin forcing me to look up at him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” his green eyes shone with honesty. I nodded. 

“You promise you won’t judge?” 

“I promise,” 

“I met a guy,” I started awkwardly. I couldn’t believe I was saying this aloud, “on the internet.”

“So?”

“We talked every day; I told him everything about me. We became friends.” 

“Continue,”

“I gave him my house phone number.”

“You what?!” Jason stood up. “Why would you do that, Jules? He’s a stranger,”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really thinking. I just trusted him,”

“How can you trust him? He’s someone you met on the internet. You haven’t even seen the guy.”

“I saw him,” I retorted. Jason’s anger decreased as he waited for me to continue. “I saw him on Skype.”

“And?”

“The thing is . . .” I trailed off nervously, “I like him. Heck, I’m crazy about him,” I admitted, looking away. 

“You like a guy you haven’t even seen, I mean, face to face?” Jason sounded shocked. “That’s...”

“Weird, I know. I’m a freak,”

“No, no, Jules that’s not what I meant. It’s just . . . not something you see every day,” he explained sitting back next to me. 

“I know it’s weird. You don’t have to lie,” I gave him a closed mouth smile. 

“I’m not lying. It’s pretty unusual but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” he stated, cupping my face gently. “You don’t have to worry about what other people think, Jules. Don’t be afraid to be different because being different is what makes you special,” his thumb rubbed my cheek softly. 

“It doesn’t matter; he doesn’t feel the same way. He made that cleared yesterday,”

“Is that why you were crying?” I simply nodded. “So you’re going to let him go just like that?”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do. Do you honestly believe he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“No, I don’t know. I’m not sure.” 

“Then don’t give up,” he kissed my forehead and pulled me to his chest. “Everything will be alright, Jules. I promise.”

 **

 Following Jason’s advice was harder than I thought. I think I could easily qualify as a stalker. I had tried talking to Evan multiple times without getting a reply. I posted on his message board on WattPad. I’d sent him private messages but still, there was no reply. I think I could fairly say that Evan was avoiding me. It was already Tuesday and I hadn’t heard from him since last Saturday.

As for Laura, she wasn’t picking her phone and I hadn’t seen her since I was not attending school this week due to the powerful flu I caught—thanks to the events of last Friday.  

I was lazily lying over my couch; warm blankets were enveloping my sick body. My nose was red and stuffed. My laptop was resting on my stomach. I was scrolling down Evan’s profile as usual. It had become a habit now that I had nothing to do. My heart dropped when I noticed he’d just replied to some girl on his message board. He was completely ignoring my messages. I watched how they started flirting shamelessly. Then, the girl made a comment about me:

Girl: Who’s that girl? She kept posting messages on here.

Evan: I have no idea.

Girl: She looks a little bit stalkerish if you ask me.

Evan: Hum, yeah. 

My face flamed up in fury. I opened the private message section and started typing in a rush:

 “You are such a coward! I know you’re avoiding me because you can’t deal with the fact you actually care about me. I thought we were friends, I thought you’d be decent enough not to disrespect me like that in public. I’m not stalker. I’m your friend. I’m probably the only friend you have after what happened to your parents. Stop being a coward and talk to me, Evan. Please!” 

I really thought that overloaded message was going to earn me a reply from him, but it didn’t. After watching him flirt with the girl on his profile, I slammed my laptop closed and rubbed my temples. My head hurt and I was really cold. Mom had gone out to pick up some medicine at the hospital for me. She asked for a few free days to take care of me. That was the advantage of having a doctor as a mother. I had my personal doctor and didn’t have to move my lazy ass to be cured.

The house phone rang, it didn’t surprise me. Mom kept calling to check on me every five minutes which was a little bit too much. People don’t die because of a simple flu. Well, with my luck, I wouldn’t be so sure. 

“Hello?” I answered with a sleepy voice. 

“Hey,” my heart skipped a beat. My breath was caught inside my small lungs. 

“Evan?”  

“Yes,” his sexy voice sent shivers through my entire body. I had to lean against the couch not to fall.

“He-hey,” I stuttered nervously. 

“I’m not a coward. What do you want from me?”

“I . . .” I was speechless. I hadn’t been ready to hear his voice. I hadn’t been ready to talk to him.

“You’ve been leaving tons of messages so let’s get this over with. What do you want?”

“I just . . .” I swallowed

“You just what?” he sounded so cold. 

“I want to see you,” I blurted out all of the sudden.

“Why?” there was curiosity lining his voice now.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I started. My fingers were playing nervously with the phone’s cord. “Let’s meet up and I promise I will leave you alone after that.”

He hesitated. My heart was hammering inside my chest. 

Please, say yes.

“You won’t let this go, will you?”

“No,”

“Then, we have a deal.” he whispered. A smile crept to my lips. “Meet me on Dawson’s park today at 6 pm. I’ll be next to the lake,”

“Okay.” 

“Remember your promise.”

“Yes,”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then, sweet Jules.”

x M W L x

Yes! Are they going to finally see each other?!

There’ll be a sneak peak from the next chapter. I’ll post it on the facebook group later. You haven’t checked the group? Psst! You’re missing out the fun. I’m still sick, people so be considerate with me.

Love and smashed yellow carrots,

Arix