BALCONY

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. The screen glowed, showing the time.

1:55 AM.

I’d told myself that I wouldn’t wait up for him, that I didn’t care if Lucas showed up or not. But here I was, counting down the minutes, my stomach in knots. It was stupid. I knew it was. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself whenever bits of consciousness kicked in to let me know that I kissed his brother, the same day. My fingers hovered over the phone, and the urge to send him a message rang when I saw he was online on I*******m.

But what would I even say?

Ask where he was?

Or why he hadn’t bothered to text?

No.

That would make it seem like I cared too much. Like I was waiting for him. And I couldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction.

Different thoughts and questions came to my mind. I fell on my bed telling myself that I was being stupid. That it wasn't me. I couldn't possibly wait for a man, especially Lucas, to show up and pla