Chapter 10 : Promises

*Jane*

Not again.

This is not happening again.

The first time was a forgivable offense, but I hate how this feels like it’s becoming a habit. The second Noah walks away from me, I give myself a few seconds to feel hurt before I turn on my heel and leave.

I remember his words from the night before. That apology rings empty now in the face of what he just said. I get pressure and stress, but I refuse to just stand there and bear the brunt of his issues.

My phone buzzes and I see a message from Rachel.

Rach: Hey hey. Class is boring, need some entertainment. How’re things with you and Noah?

Me: Not great. Same as last time. Bad practice session and I get blown off. I don’t know how much more of this I’m willing to take.

When the little bubbles indicating she’s texting begin to go off, I know that there’s a wall of text incoming.

And what a paragraph it is.

Rachel’s response is replete with colorful language and very creative descriptors that actually ma