When I got home, neither of my parents were home, as per usual. I went straight up to my room and laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hopefully next week would be better, but honestly, who knows.
I don't know when I started to drift off, but before I knew it, I was deep in sleep.
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When I awoke this morning, I had a text from Jamie asking if I wanted to go out with him again.
Tonight.
I was conflicted.
I decided to say yes, just in case I had been mistaken about my feelings (or lack thereof). After all, butterflies developed over time, right? So, I can hardly expect to have them after one date with him. In fact, I didn't know that much about him so how could I possibly have felt butterflies?
After reasoning with myself on the bus, ignoring Layla's incessant chatter
