Her reply helps me breathe again. I really was worried that something happened to her, and at least now she’s okay.
Josh:I don’t blame you for being mad. Please talk to me? Where are you? I’ll take you home.
Josh:Bess? I’m so sorry for that dickhead Bryce. He’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.
Josh:Please talk to me. Let me make this up to you.
I toss my head back and stare at the dark roof of my truck as I wait for a reply. She’s gone and she’s ignoring me. This fucking sucks.
Even with all of these things tormenting me, my mind slips back to the memories of kissing her under the stars. Her soft lips, the gentle way she held onto me. The faint smell of her perfume. Here I was thinking I was well on my way to asking her to be my girlfriend, and now she hates me.
I try to call her one more time. I know there’s probably nothing I can do to change her mind. But I crank the engine and put it into drive. There’s still one more thing I can do. I’ve come so far with this girl who fits my list in every way. I can’t give up on us now.
