Chapter 13Mature

Realizing Mickey was practically calling me every minute of the day, I finally answered. It was now a Sunday afternoon, March 1.

"What?" I asked. The anger in my voice showed.

"C'mon, Mel, you're overreacting."

"Am I? Or are you the one who's not doing anything? What? You probably knocked up Amber after I left."

"No. After you left, I kicked her out and told Jordan and Heather not to come."

The sincerity in his voice trapped me.

"Really?" I said noticing the squeak in my voice.

"I swear on my own life."

"Come over," I said smiling.

I heard him laugh.

"Alirght, just for you."

"Yeah, but we're not gonna make-out or anything. We're gonna talk."

I imagined his face frown. And I hung up. Jared walked in sitting on my bed.  

"You and Mickey okay?"

"Yeah," I said toying with my hair. I was nervous around him. My hands started to sweat.

"Jared," I said, "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"I'm sorry that I can't love you."

His face truned said. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"But we could be friends, for sure. I'm already in love, no offense. And I'm sure that you'll find the right girl. As long as it's not Amber."

He smiled. Our faces inches a part. Knowing it would be awkward, I kissed him on the cheek. He grinned again, walking out of my room. It was the right thing to do. And I'm sure Mickey would understand. But this would be Jared's special moment with me.

I laughed as someone knocked on the balcony window.

The End

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