But the love we have now
It’s the next morning, I slept the entire night cuddled under my blankets. I did wake up however, with puffy eyes and dried up mascara marks all over my face. I don’t care.
I don’t care to wipe it off, and I don’t care to fix my matted hair, or change my clothes for school. I decided that I’m not going to school.
I didn’t realize until now, that it was actually Sunday anyway. There was no school, but there was a game. Jake’s lacrosse game, and Jeff’s last game before he leaves. That’s if Jeff’s, even going to the game.
I’m not halfway down the stairs when I hear noises in the kitchen.
“Jake, is Jeff going to the game today?” I ask.
When I’ve fully made it into the kitchen, I get why Jake doesn’t respond, it’s not Jake. It was Hayes.
My brain can’t take the r
