minutes, dissecting each word one at a time. My heart began beating faster as my thumb hovered over the send button. I can't believe that I'm about to say this but sometimes I wish that I was more like Rachel, cold hearted and spiteful. Unfortunately I wasn't so my thumb went straight over to the delete button. I got rid of the message and started to write again.
Why?
It was pathetic, I know but I just wasn't expecting a follow up to this morning ’ s text that he had sent me and sending back a message like that, just wasn't my style. I pressed send and then rested my phone in my lap.
I looked up at Aiden who was sat in silence as he continued to drive. I watched as he vigorously pulled each gear into place and swung the steering wheel round with force as we took each corner. He never got mad and I felt so bad.
"Aiden, I'm really So -"
Suddenly I felt my phone vibrate again, which stopped me mid sentence.
"Don't want to leave Kyle waiting," he mumbled as he sniggered angrily to himself.
I felt bad, again. I quickly retrieved my phone from my lap and looked at the screen. I t was from Kyle. I opened the message and read the contents.
I have to tell you something, it's really important. Please...
Something important? What could he possibly tell me of importance? Was it t hat he has an evil twin who cheated on me with Rachel but now he's back to save the day? No. Unless it was as good an excuse as that, I wasn't interested.
I wasn't in the mood to hear any more of Kyle's excuses so I ignored the last text and then put my phone back inside of my bag.
I wanted to talk to Aiden. I needed to make things right before we met up with Crystal. As we pulled up at the park, I got straight out of the car. I watched as he slammed his car door, locked it and then walked off.
"Aiden!" I called after him.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me.
"Look, I know that I was a bit harsh back there and you didn't deserve that," I said in a guilty voice as I walked towards him.
"No, I didn't," he replied, still looking rather annoyed.
"I'm sorry, I was just taking my frustration with Kyle out on you," I said as I awaited an answer.
"I know," he replied, more sympathetically this time.
"Forgiven?" I asked.
"Yeah but on one condit ion," he said as a small smile spread across his lips.
"What?" I asked, curiously.
"You admit that I am the king of charades," he said as he began to laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" I replied as I tried to the force the smile off of my face.
"I never kid," he replied as the smile on his face grew larger.
"And then you'll forgive me?" I asked.
"Completely," he said, staring into my eyes.
"Ok...You're the king of charares ," I mumbled as we continued to walk through the park.
"How silly do you think I am? You think that I can't tell that you're not even saying charades?" He said as he let out a loud laugh.
"Ok fine! You really want me to do this?" I asked in a sympathetic voice.
"Yes and your puppy dog eyes don't work on me, angel," he said with a smirk on his face.
"Ok, fine!" I said.
I took a deep breath and looked