Broken Pieces by Kim Young, B. E. Laine Read Free Book Online Page B

see how long I slept. I never have any messages so when I unlock my phone and find TWO new messages, I’m a little more than surprised.
    First text message at 7:30 AM:
     
    Hey, beautiful! I am up and ready for work! Told ya’ I’d be okay … Hope to hear from you later!
     
    Second text 10:00 AM:
     
    Coffee is my new best friend, but I wouldn’t have traded last night for anything … thank-you for going to eat with me. I hope you’re having a great day!
     
    Wow,I guess I’m not going to be waiting around for a text from him because I got not one but TWO cute morning texts! This giddy feeling when I think of him scares me to death, but I think it’s about time I start living a little. This is my last semester of college. I deserve a little fun. What do I have to lose? Well, everything I’ve worked for and tried to get away from. Maybe, I should think twice about all of this first. Maybe I can talk to Lauren, see what she thinks I should do. I’m not going to tell her everything, but … wait, I still need to talk to that little …
    I look over to her side of the room to find her bed not made, but she’s not in it. So I get up and get ready for my day. Throwing on a pair of stretchy shorts and a tank, because August heat in Oklahoma is brutal, I gather up all my dirty clothes and head out toward my car. I don’t even make it there without some jerk from my one of my classes screaming across the parking lot, something about my ass. I don’t understand it because I don’t put myself out there. I go to class and to work. I know I was a social outcast my first three years at college so why scream at me when it is unwanted attention? I can clearly see Amy, one of the biggest sluts around, standing with her arms crossed and looking mad. Trust me, Miss Slut, I don’t want his attention; please, take it! I open the trunk to my car and toss my basket full of clothes in.
    Hopefully, since it is only 10:45AM, there won’t be too many students at the Laundromat down the street. Maybe they will still be hung over from last night. I pull in and see only two other cars here. Thank goodness! I drag my laundry basket inside and take the first open washer, not even looking around. I like to keep to myself because it’s less drama that way, and I don’t get mixed up in something I don’t want to be in. It’s easier.
    As I sit here reading some random magazine, I swear that the washer is taking longer this time than at other times. Okay, I know that’s not it. It is my cell phone that is burning a hole in my pocket. I think I should make him sweat a little. I don’t want to come off to eager, even though I am, but I do want to date. There is just something about him, though. I feel like I am fourteen again and talking to boys for the first time. Maybe I should start everything over.
    I pull out my phone to see if I have any more messages. No, but I didn’t think I would so I open his first text. It’s rude not to text back, right? So I type a short message back. I try to not to sound too eager, but I don’t want him to think I don’t want to talk to him.
     
    Sorry again about keeping you out late! Yeah, a grand ol’ day doing laundry, yuck! Hope you’re having a good day at work!
     
    I hope that wasn’t too much. I was responding to two texts. I shove it back in my pocket, and switch my laundry over to the dryers. Sitting back down, I pick up the same magazine three times, and my knee is bouncing up and down a million miles a minute. Why does a text from this guy have me so on edge? I turn in my chair, look out the big windows, and watch people going about their Saturday mornings as if this world has no problems. Sometimes I wish everything was perfect in this world. Yeah, that is asking too much. Plus, if everyone was perfect, I wouldn’t have a job when I graduate. After everything that had happened, it hit me what I should do with my life. I should take what happened to me and make something better out of it.