“I

hate you!,” I threw my phone across the room in a tantrum. Just as It hit my floor with a thud I heard it make the familiar ‘beep’ of a text. I was off my bed within seconds to see what the text message said; ‘Ronnie Lain, HEY:)’
Not the person i was hoping for. I threw my phone again at the floor.
“Argh! Why can’t you fucking answer me? It’s not that big deal of a question!!”
But it was a big question. It tells me if he sees me as just a friend, his little annoying text buddy, or a girl he likes…but he wouldn’t answer…he just stopped texting…and I knew then there was no hope. The one time I went after a guy instead of them coming after me, I screw it up! 
Leaving my phone where it is I went to have a shower to cool off, thankful I could rant and rave and scream all I wanted thanks to dad being at his girlfriends for the night. The water was refreshing and had me calmed down in no time but the water did not wash away the hurtful disappointment. Soaped, shaven and clean haired I stepped out of the shower while turning it off allowing the hot steam to surround me. I was just out of the shower and dressed in a long shirt and a loose hoody when my phone started to ring on the floor. I looked down at the screens and saw the contact picture, my heart stopped for a moment as I realized who it was. I picked it up as I mentally prepared myself for a heartbreak.
“Hello” I said hoping my voice was level.
“Yea…um…hey Erica it’s Adam”
“Yea I know it’s you what do you want?”
I couldn’t stop myself, I get so angry when I’m upset.
“Look I’m sorry ’bout not replying I had to think but can you please just come to the front and let me talk to you face to face?”
I gasped. “Your out front??” Before he had a chance to reply I was hanging up, pulling on some tights and rushing to the door. I opened it to look up into the brown eyes of a dark haired, pale skinned, not to mention tall nineteen year old hottie.
“Are you out of your mind?