Isabella's POV
Thinking about the fact that Grandma is inquisitive in nature just like me, I appreciate the fact that she hadn't asked me anything for the past one week that I have been stuck here.
One week of always looking out of the window for the sight of Jayden's car or the sight of him.
One week of wanting a form of assurance from him but nothing. He hasn't come here ever since the other night and I feel he didn't really care.
He was right. The sex was a mistake.
If he cared, he would have at least come back to apologize but he is back to being that egoistic man I used to know.
I have stopped crying but I wish I had a friend. I wish Juliet and I didn't have a fight and she is here to cheer me up. If we were still friends, she would have suggested that we go to a party and it would have been a great way to take my mind off Jayden.
The more I wait for Jayden to come begging me, the more I am realizing that this is gradually coming to the end of what we had.