I thought constantly about what Emilia said. But I didn’t know how to approach Eric to try to talk about it.
I tried several times the next night, but just couldn’t get the will to do it.
I ended up playing ill and stayed home from school to hide from him. And to my surprise he hadn’t called. Hadn’t shown up...
Nothing.
It was eerily silent.
I thought he might text, even though Eric never texted me. But there was nothing.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. So, in true coward fashion I pulled out my pink cellphone from under the blanket and eyed it.
Nothing.
Without thought my thumb began moving over the buttons.
I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I was wrong about you. You were right about me. I clicked send before I could chicken out.
I don’t know if it was to my horror or my relief but there was an almost instantaneous ding back. I lifted it again. Peering at the phone.
You had your chance.