Thanks be to EBT.
I don't get out of bed until after noon the next day, even though I didn't get any sleep.
My mind's too full of things that need to be said and how they have to be said.
Plus, I'm scared and feel more alone than ever.
My phone's full of text messages from Bella, asking me if I'm okay and for a BFF night to talk about prom and graduation in a week.
There's nothing from Ben.
And then there are your texts.
You can't fucking tell her, Angela! You just can't.
Do you realize what this will do to you? Your reputation? Do you want to be that girl?
Angela, I'm begging you. Please don't fucking do this.
She doesn't have to know.
You're clearing your conscience at her expense. Is that what you want?
Please don't. Please. I don't want to lose her.
Thank you for continuing to come back and read this train wreck.
See you later today. *snuggle huggle*