Bab 39: Thirty-nine: MTOABB

MTOABB

It's been a week since Gomes showed up at school. I haven't heard from him. Not a call, not a text -- nothing. I wasn't angry, I was beyond mad. How dare he? I know this is just a ship, but we are intimate.

The moment you kiss me and I consume your eighty million germs then I consider us more. I'm not saying let me force a relationship onto him when he is not yet ready to say 'I do' to being my boyfriend. But I'll be damned if I am made to sit here, and pretend to be waiting for my husband's arrival who is still at war.

I went to his house a couple of times and still no answer. Not a squeak. I know, what am I doing right now? -Walking down his street. I told myself it was the last time. I had been appearing at his door since Tuesday after school. I don't know what I was thinking, because that shouldn't be the girl I was meant to be. But it's Gomes, and that's the only excuse I could cook up with the brain cells I have left.