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CHAPTER 8

I
went straight home without talking or hanging out with any of

my friends. I actually wanted to find out where Jayson was since
he’d left the cafeteria for soccer practice, and we didn’t talk or see

each other again. Even when school ended, I already knew he had gone
home because, of course, he didn’t wait for me.

So I stopped. I decided to just stop trying to talk to him. If he

wouldn’t tell me what was going on—fine. If he kept getting annoyed
that I was talking about boyfriends and hanging out with Chris—fine.

I was fed up with him anyway.
I reached home later, at 3:10, and went straight to my room. I took

out the boyfriend plan and laid it on my bed. But I immediately thought

of today—at school and even last night when Jayson and I talked. I
thought of Chris when he helped write more qualities. And for some

reason, I didn’t feel like finishing it. I didn’t feel like getting a
boyfriend anymore. And it was a 75% feeling.

Uncle Eddie was still home, and since it was only me, him, and
Myra who were available for the rest of the day, we decided to go to

the city and hang out for a bit—just for the last time we’d see Uncle

before Saturday. We came back home around 3:30.
Anyway, in my room, after I finished undressing and working on

my school project, I got a call—and it was from Chris. I wondered why