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“Sorry, mom,” replied Blair sheepishly, “I had a sleepover with Janet and I sort of forgot to tell you. My bad,” she lied expertly, though she realized she didn’t think she had ever had to lie to her mom about her whereabouts ever before.

Melissa let out a sigh of relief, “You could have at least texted me. But I am glad you are home safe.”

Blair was thankful her mother was in a good mood and did not create a particularly huge fuss regarding her absence. She wondered what was the reason her mother was so relaxed and happy today and decided to inquire her upon it.

“What’s gotten you all chipper?” she asked, leaning up against the counter her mother was standing behind. The woman was practically humming!

“Oh you know,” Melissa started off coyly, “the postman came with a delivery in the mail today,” she said, her gaze fixed intently onto her daughter’s face.

“Oh? What delivery,” Blair asked nonchalantly.

Her mother’s smile got even wider, “I think you ought to see for yourself.”

Blair shrugged and walked over to the pile of mail on the side of the counter. Immediately, she saw the bulky purple envelope sitting below all the bills and the spam mail.

“No way,” she breathed out, quickly tearing open the envelope, “I GOT IT!” she nearly shrieked in excitement.

Her mother quickly came and wrapped her in a huge, “I’m so proud of you, my love.”

Blair grinned as she broke away from the embrace, running a hand through her hair in half disbelief.

In the contents of the envelope was an acceptance letter to one of the most prestigious colleges in the entire country. Blair had applied there on a whim but was certain she would not get admission as it was a very selective school who received tens of thousands of applicants each year but only a rare few got admitted.

She scanned her eyes over the page yet again, reading it over and over. She could not believe and could hardly keep in her excitement.

“This is amazing,” she breathed out, slightly enchanted. “I can’t believe this.”

Her mother patted her back, “You deserve it, my dear.”

Grinning, she took hold of the envelope to go and examine its contents in detail in her room. But once she reached her room, she suddenly found herself reaching for her mobile phone instead.

She remembered how Daniel had told her to inform him once she had gotten back home safe. She stared at the lit mobile screen for a moment whilst biting her lip and then the fingers began typing.

Blair: “Hey just wanted you to know I managed to get home safe – no new tattoos! Thanks for last night. :)”

She contemplated over her words for a moment before finally pressing send. This was going to be an interesting summer.

Chapter 6

Blair was 198 pages in her new book as she sat crossed on her window sill, a cushion sandwiched between her legs. Every now and then, her eyes would flash over to the phone but then return back to the book, just as disappointedly.

Because where she expected a flash to show up on the screen, a tiny light indicating the arrival of a new text message, there was nothing. And the idea of it was bothering her more than it should it.

She knitted her eyebrows together, trying to remember what his exact words were to her. Indeed, he had said to inform him once she got home safely. That obviously meant a text message on her part. But it had been 14 hours since the sending of that message and he was yet to reply.

Could it be that he was extremely busy and did not bother to read it? No, Blair knew for a fact that this wasn’t true as underneath the chat bubble of her message was that dreaded four lettered word.

Read.

He had opened the text almost immediately after it was sent, as indicated by the tiny notification changing from Delivered to Read. But after all this time, he had not so much as bothered to reply even with a single word.

Blair put her book away, deciding to stop reading for the night. Her mind was too much of a tangled mess from contemplating all the possible reasons why he had not replied her back. It was quite late now in the night time and she decided it would probably be best if she were to sleep it off. Maybe in the morning she would not obsess over it so much.

But even when she shut off all her lights and slid between the covers, she could not help but mull over it. She knew she was overthinking it to massive proportions but could it be that the kiss had freaked him out? And that is the reason why he was ignoring her?

The possibilities were endless, as she tried to come up with a reasonable conclusion. She tried to remember exactly who had initiated the kiss – but even she figured out that it was she who made the first move, she could not remember there having been any resistance on his part whatsoever.

So he had definably wanted to kiss her too but what did that mean for the two of them? Usually, when two people shared that, it meant the dissolution of the boundary of ‘just friends’. But what did it mean when it was shared between two people that were not exactly friends?

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