The Night I Met You

7 - Sweet dreams

Emma

*Sunday*

I finally came home from Christy's and all I had been waiting for was to look at my phone, just to see if Adam had already written to me.

I open my phone as I get into my room and see a message from an unknown number and my heart pounds from excitement. I closed my eyes before I read the message, hoping I wouldn't be disappointed. Opening my eyes, I looked at the message: "It was fun having you here today. I am free this Wednesday if you still want to go out. Please write to me as soon as you get home. Adam."

It was fun. Was it though? He is worried about me. I don't realise I am smiling until I look up and watch myself in the mirror. The girl in the mirror seemed happy.

I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be happy.

Only if I could believe it.

I stop smiling and write a message.

"Wednesday sounds good. I arrived home safe and sound."

I put the phone down and go wash up and get ready to sleep.

When I came back, I looked at my phone and saw that I had another message from Adam.

"I'll pick you up at 7. Do you like Italian food?"

"I do," and sent.

I waited for him to text me back, but after five minutes, there was no new message. Maybe I should just go to sleep.

And dream about him.

Dream about a guy who might not even be into you? What if he is messing with you? He had s*x with another girl today. He is a playboy. Stay away from him.

My subconscious might be right, but I owe it to me to get to know him.

Only after I get to know him, I can have an opinion about him. Judging someone without even knowing the background stories, is not my thing.

Well . . .

I turn off the WiFi and go to sleep. Finally, peace and quiet.

THE SOUND OF my ringtone is pretty loud and annoying, but that is the good thing about it. It wakes me up immediately. Turning it off, I woke out of bed and went to wash my face. I have to go jogging today. Every Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday I go jogging. Those are the days where I am not that occupied and I have time to be tired for the rest of the day.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I swear that the color of my eyes changed for a second. Or maybe I just woke up and I am seeing things. Whatever.

I use my 'My little beauty -Cloud and Proud' to clean my face. It is really good and refreshing. Then I apply a little bit of moisturiser, a serum of Vitamin C and, at last, a moisturizing cream.

A little bit of lip balm and ready to go.

Heading back to my room, I noticed a bag outside my room. I open it and look at my clothes. Aww, Leyla brought them home. Isn't she a peach?

I take my clothes inside my room and get dressed. Pink joggings, white t-shirt and my favourite sports shoes, pink and white Nikes.

After doing my hair, I pick up my phone and my earphones, and turn the Bluetooth on, on my phone and turn my earphones on as well.

I see that I have no messages from Adam. That is disappointing.

Turn the WiFi on!

Oh, right.

I turned on the WiFi and after a few seconds I received a couple of messages on w******p from Adam, from Leyla and Karla.

I opened Karla's message first.

"Hey Emma. You want to meet up today and finish our presentation about Learning Theories?"

Argh. The presentation. I forgot about that.

"Karla, hey. Sure. Do you want to come over?"

Leyla has sent me a message that my clothes are outside my door. Now I open Adam's.

"Perfect. Sweet dreams. See you Wednesday."

He sent me this message three minutes after I turned my WiFi off.

Now I feel bad that I didn't wait.

"Good morning!" I wrote back to him and started jogging. Let's get fired up for the rest of the day.

JOGGING IS AMAZING early in the morning. There is no one around, no cars on Sundays, no noise, no nothing. Just perfect. I opened up the door to the apartment and got in. Leyla and Jason are awake and eating breakfast in the kitchen.

"Good morning," I announced myself with a simple phrase.

"I thought you were asleep," Leyla says, sounding surprised.

"Mornin'." Jason says without taking his eyes off his porridge.

"It's like you don't know me at all," I said, fake pouting, and went to my room.

"You want some porridge with fruit? There is enough left for you."

"Sure. Be right there in a minute."

I open my phone for the first time, to see if there are any messages from anyone, and I see one from Karla.

I wish it was from him.

"I can come over. What time?"

"Is 12 pm okay?" and sent on 9:35 am.

I put my phone down and headed to the kitchen to eat my porridge. I am starving.

"How was your night?" I asked Leyla. She seems occupied on her phone. Writing with someone, I presume.

"It was great. You should have stayed. We had so much fun. Some of the girls and guys went skinny dipping. That turned out to be hotter than expected," she said and started laughing, probably thinking about what she saw yesterday.

"I am glad you had fun."

I started eating my porridge and it tasted amazing. She has even poured cinnamon in there. It never occurred to me that cinnamon could go well with porridge.

Leyla stands up and leaves her phone open on the table. She goes to the sink and, as curious as ever, I lean over to see who she is texting with. Luckily, Jason left a couple of minutes ago. As I lean over, a photograph is sent to Leyla. s**t.

I go back immediately, trying not to make a sound and let her know I spied on her.

Right now I wish I hadn't. Leyla comes back and stays still for a couple of seconds.

"You saw it, didn't you?" she asks and I raise my head and look at Leyla holding her phone in her hand with the picture showing.

"Damn Leyla, put that away. That's really disgusting!"

"Says the girl who has one," she chuckles and leaves.

Oh my God. I had never a seen a picture of 'it' before. And by 'it', I mean a v****a.

"You know what I meant," I shouted so she could hear me from inside her room.

AFTER AN HOUR of eating, showering and getting dressed, I turn on my laptop and decide to take a look at the presentation that Karla and I have to finish.

IT SEEMS GOOD. 15 pages long. Karla has to write 15 pages as well and then we have to write everything on one document and edit it.

It is 10:45 am. Karla is going to be here at 12. I better clean my room before she comes.

*ping*

I just got a message. I look at my phone and see Adam's name on the screen. My spirit gets lit up at his name. I open the message immediately and read.

"Good morning cutie. How did you sleep?"

He called me cutie. Awww. I want to hug him so badly now.

"I slept okay. You?"

Not even a minute later, he sent another message.

"Nothing special. I am coming over tonight. The boys and I are going out and I am going to pick up Jason."

What does he mean by that?

"Okay. Have fun. :)"

"I could come an hour early so we could chat before I leave. ;)"

"Sure. Sounds good to me."

"See you tonight, Ems."

"Bye."

I put down the phone and started giggling and clapping my hands from the joy.

I am seeing him again tonight.