“You can’t imagine how bad I feel!” I whine again at Chloe. I told her the entire story yesterday, from the little stunt with the cars, to us going out of the diner. I left out all the rooftop part, not wanting to tell her we kissed.
After he left yesterday, the magic of the moment wore off, and I felt terrible for Mickael. He was so sweet to do his best to help me, and I have just given up on him the only time he needed me.
“Don’t worry too much,” Chloe tells me again. “I told you, he is fine.”
“I know, but still… I shouldn’t have left him alone there.”
I text Mickael yesterday, apologizing a million time. He just answered he was glad I was okey and that nothing happened after we left. He tried to track us, but there was no sign of the stolen car Jordan used.
Chloe leans back on the
