15. "I'm So Sorry."
There I stood at the entrance of the bus and watched the doors close. I stayed there staring at the ground until all the buses pulled out, then ran for my mom’s car. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. My mom asked about my day and I lied to her and told her everything was perfect, which it wasn’t.
“I’m so happy to hear you had a good day Abby! I have some exciting news for you!” My mom said enthusiastically, then continued “Your dad got the job!”
I jumped from my seat and yelled. I was so happy for him. My mom and I talked all about the interview and she told me what they thought of him. I knew this doctor career was exactly what he wanted and I knew he was happy, seeing him happy makes me happy.
We pulled up to the house and I ran through the door without even closing it behind me. I told my dad how happy I was for him and gave him a bear hug. I let go of my dad and saw Todd sitting at the table behind him, then remembered the whole Josh thing. If it wasn’t for my brother, Josh and I would probably be talking right now. I went upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes and did my homework. I actually got to complete my paper without a giant scribble across the page this time. I checked my phone and realized Claire had texted me on my way home. She asked what happened with Josh. I told her he didn’t want anything to do with me, which was true. I spent the rest of the day in my room unpacking and texting my friends from California. I didn’t tell them anything about Claire or Josh, I didn’t want to make them feel replaced.
“Goodnight!” I yelled downstairs as I walked into my room and closed the door. Whenever I say goodnight, I never actually go to bed. I plugged my phone in and got my bed ready to sleep in. I slipped on a long a t shirt and a pair of cotton shorts and threw myself on the bed and just sat there thinking. I came to the conclusion it would be a good idea to tell Josh I was sorry. I really was sorry, I only hurt his feelings even more by not telling him the truth.
“I’m so sorry” was the message I sent him.
He replied fifteen minutes later with “You lied to me, I can’t get over it. You had me thinking you liked me. I don’t want to talk about this right now. Goodnight.”
I didn’t want to bother him anymore, at least I got my point across that I was sorry. I laid under my blankets on my stomach with my face pressed against the mattress. I turned off my lamp and tried to fall asleep.