Chapter 1A Chapter by Razorblade KissesAll of the chapters will be told in Leigh's point of view. There may be one or two that will be in a different one, but now all of them will be in Leigh's :)I can’t do
it. I know I promised Janis that I would call him, but I can’t. I am sitting in my living room with the phone
in my hand. Veronica is out with her family for lunch because her older sister,
Chloe, is getting married. Veronica’s family is one of those ‘everything-has-to-be-perfect’
types. Since I had troubles in the past, they hate me and believe I’m not good
enough to be talking to Veronica and Chloe. So they didn’t invite me. I slowly dial Conner’s number and hold the
phone up to my ear. It starts ringing. Should
I hang up? No, that would be stupid! I don’t want to seem annoying or like I am
prank calling him like some dumb a*s tee-
“Hello?” he
answers roughly, like he just woke up. S**t!
I don’t know
what to say for a second, so I sit there with my mouth open stuttering on words
like a total retard. “Leigh?” he asks, his voice soft and caring
all of the sudden. “Leigh, is that you?” “Y-yes,” I say eventually. “Hi.” “Uh, hey,” he says awkwardly. “Why are you
calling?” “I haven’t spoken to you in a while and I
just thought I could give you a ring,” I say quickly. ‘Give you a ring’? Really, Leigh?!
“Oh,” he says
slowly and softly. “Uh, I’m sorry about the last time we talked.” “Yeah,” I say. “I am too.” “Okay,” Conner says. “So uh, Veronica told me
you were uh…coming clean I guess.” “Yeah,” I tell him. I sound like a stoned
teenager; “yeah man! I got soooo laid
last night!”
“I’m proud of
you, Leigh,” he tells me. “I really am.” “Uhm…thanks,” I reply, not sure what else to
say. “Do you maybe wanna hang out this weekend?”
he asks. “We can go to Sneaky Dee’s or something.” My breath gets caught in my throat. “Yeah,” I
say. “I would love to do that.” “Awesome,” Conner says. “So, I’ll pick you up
at seven on Friday?” “Yeah, sure,” I reply, overcome with joy. “See you then,” he tells me. “Bye,” I say. When he says good-bye, I press the end button
on the phone and squeal like a hyperactive teenage girl who just met Justin
Bieber or some other teen heart throb sensation. After squealing for about a minute, I decide
to go to the den and grab my cell phone, which is where I left it last. When your ex-boyfriend calls you and asks you
out again, it is only fair to text your best friend. When I walk into den I notice the TV is on
and turned to the news channel. Weird. I
thought I turned it off.
I plop down
on the sofa right beside my cell phone. While I turn it on and begin to type
down the message to Veronica, a pretty blond news reporter goes on the screen. “In other news, twenty year old Chris Zesers
has escaped from a psychiatric hospital in Michigan yesterday at three o’clock.
Police are on the search for Zesers, but so far there have been no sign of him.
Zesers was in the hospital for reportedly killing two men outside of a gas station
in Chicago with a knife. More on that story later, now to the weather with
Charlie Businer,” the blond news reporter says from the television. “That’s weird,” I murmur to myself. “I never
knew the news actually talked about cool stuff!” I grin to myself as I text
Veronica. © 2011 Razorblade KissesAuthor's Note
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