I have to admit, this chapter is VERY short. But in my defense, its the last chapter and its just wrapping up the whole story. So, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns the 1-800 characters, not me.
I noticed that Kevin was not in school the following week. I guess he was too ashamed of what happened.
As I was walking to my English class on Tuesday, one of Kevin's friends came up to me. They probably heard what had happened.
"So," he said, "is it true your fucking that Grit?"
I just looked at him blankly. Okay, not about Kevin. "Huh?"
He leaned against the row of lockers. "You and that Grit are going out. So, is it true you two are screwing?"
I rolled my eyes. "Even if we were, what concern is it of yours?"
"Aha!" he said. "So you are."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Not a good look for me, but whatever. "If finding out about my sex status is what you like to do, then all I have to say to you is 'whatever floats your boat, man'." And I walked away.
Then at lunch Rob and I were sitting together. I was really happy when I found out he transferred into my lunch, just to be with me. It made me extremely happy, you really have no clue.
"So," he said, taking a sip of his coke. "Do you think everything will go right for us now?"
I smiled. "You know, I hope so. But something's bound to happen eventually. For now, though, let's just enjoy what we have."
He grinned. "Well said, Mastriani."
I grinned at my nickname. He hadn't really called me that at all when the whole thing with Kevin was going on. But now he was back to doing it. My heart flip-flopped whenever I heard it.
I leaned over andgave him a quick kiss, so none of the teachers would yell at us.
The rest of that day and the rest of the week were pretty boring. Sure, Rob and I got in a few little make-out sessions, but nothing major, like, say, second base. It's just wishful thinking on my part.
On Friday, Rob took me to a little restaurant on the outskirts of our town. It was small, but surprisingly nice.
That night I realized that, after everything that had happened, I deserved to give life a second chance.
A/N: So, waddya think? I know, I know, it was REEEAAALLY short. I'm sorry. But could you still review for me? Maybe if I get enough I'll put up a fluffyone-shot sequel...