Chapter 8 - So much for my Happy Ending.

"Hey, you've reached Michael, Sorry I can't get to the phone right no-"

I threw my phone down onto the bed in frustration.

Ever since James let the cat out of the bag, Nothing has been the same. Michael won't return my calls, Won't message me back, Nothing. I've tried Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Hell, even youtube. None of them got through. None of them got the contact form him that I craved.

I missed him, and I hated to admit it. It's been two weeks since I've heard from him, and I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand admitting how much I missed him in only a few short weeks. But the weeks drug on, and made it feel like years. I was in my own personal Hell.

When I would hang out with Bella, and bring him up, she'd dodge the topic. She'd dodge him in general. She dodged his name even, or anyone else. Like none of them exist, or anything ever happened. When we both know something did happen. And that just made my hell even worse.

Not knowing if he was okay, or if he hated me for lying sucked. It sucked bad. Why can't someone give me some kind of reassurance? At least something that mean they all still exist, and that I exist to them. Even if it's only hate.

I looked over at my phone, and noticed it lightning up. I quickly ran to my phone and answered it.

"Hello?" I said breathing heavily.

"Hey."

I sighed.

"Yeah, Bella?"

"You okay?" "No, why?" "You seem sad…"

That's because I don't wanna be talking to you.

"I kinda am, look, I have to go. I'll call you later. Bye."

And with that, I clicked the 'End' button on my phone.

I flopped onto my bed, letting multiple emotions come over me like a big wave.

It was exhausting trying over and over again to fix something.

BEEP!

I glamced at my computer.

"What the…"

I sat up, and walked to my computer.

My Facebook was still open. I sighed. Great.

I moved the stuff off m chair, and sat down.

Isabella: Bitch.

Me: Thanks.

Isabella: Oh…you're here…

Me: Yeah :P Normally being online kinda means that.

Isabella: Whatever. I thought you hanging up on me meant you leaving your house.

Me: Uhm…

Isabella: You're at home aren't you?

Me: No…

Isabella is offline.

"Fuck."

Isabella is online.

Isabella: See you in 5.

Isabella is offline.

I sighed, and ran outside of my house, immediately falling flat on my ass.

Watching for people walking. Smart Idea. Do I do that much? No. Not at all.

I looked up at the person I ran into.

Bella. Just my fucking luck.

"Heeeey…" I spoke slowly.

"You like the ground?" Asked Bella.

I started running my hands along the ground. "Very much."

Bella laughed, and helped me up.

"Thanks. How may I help you on this…slippery evening?" I said

"I don't know…But, we need to talk. Majorly."

"Can it wait? I'm busy."

Bella sighed. "Fine." And with that, she left.

Leaving me in my own self pity. Once again.