Chapter 8
I was sure the next week would go incredibly slow. The doctor had done just what Braxton had said he would do: he prescribed me some pain medication and sent me home. He also told me to take it easy for about a week and I scheduled an appointment to come back in and get my stitches checked. I went to my parent's house where they put a bell in my room so I could ring it if I needed them. They asked Bree to bring my DVDs and laptop to the house. She stayed and talked to me for a little while. Bree, I need to mention, doesn't miss anything.
"So what was that look Sophie gave you when she saw Jack?" She asked.
"You don't even know. I have so much to tell you." I went about telling her the story of the past few days and everything she had missed.
"I'm never letting you out of my sight again." She joked. "So, you like Braxton?"
"I mean, what's not to like? I don't think the boy has a flaw."
"He has to have a flaw. It will probably be something ridiculous too, like he's crazy or something."
"Bree, don't say that!" I had an irrational fear that because she said it, it might be true.
"I'm sure he's not crazy." She laughed. "But, he must have a flaw and when you figure it out you have to let me know. You should probably also get him to send you a picture so I can see him."
I laughed. "I don't think I want to be a creeper today, thanks. Besides, I'm really at his mercy. I don't have his number." It occurred to me then that he could never call. I tried to brush that thought away from my mind. It was easy to do with Bree's next question.
"So how does this affect your feelings about Jack?"
I thought about it for a second. "I really think that some part of me will always love Jack. Right now, I need to focus on that part not being the majority. The only thing I don't understand is why he would hold my hand. Like, I get kissing me. We were drunk, blah, blah, but guys know kissing can lead to other things. Holding hands is more… intimate."
"Did you ask him about that?"
"I haven't talked to him since I told him all that. I don't think I will either. I think we'll still be friends, but it might be strained now and that makes me really sad."
"Everything will be okay. But I gotta go write a paper. I'll text you later."
I told Bree bye and decided to log onto my computer to check my emails. I had a few from people telling me to feel better and some from work. The tutoring center was being very understandable about my missing so much work and promised to email me what the substitutes were doing with my kids. I was getting sleepy, although it was still relatively early, but I decided to go ahead and turn in for the night. That's when I got the first text from Braxton.
"Hey this is Braxton. Just got off work. Thought I'd text you so you could have my number in case you get bored doing nothing over the next week."
I had to admire his proper grammar in his text messages. He even used full words and punctuation. No flaws yet, I thought.
"Thanks. I'm sure I'll be plenty bored."
"You can text me whenever. I may not be able to answer right away, but I will when I get the chance."
I stayed awake for another hour texting Braxton. If this was any indication of my week to come then I was looking forward to it. Besides, it kept my mind off Jack.
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The next morning I woke up to a text message from Jack. I was afraid of what I would find, but knew I might as well open it. It read "we need to talk." That's never good. My stomach turned upside down, but I figured I might as well answer him then.
"What about?" I typed. I thought maybe he was at work and wouldn't answer. Three minutes later my phone buzzed.
"Stuff. Ur parents r at work right?"
"Yeah."
"Im coming over."
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