Last Night.

Since our "break up," Graham and I have figured out an unspoken "friends with benefits" deal for now.

Yesterday during French, he was going to strip for the many girls watching my Skype call with Graham, and me. When he decided not to, I honestly wasn't upset, because that's his choice, but it released what I'd been holding back for awhile, since I didn't want to hurt him. I let him have it, so to speak, and it really took a toll on the kindling friendship that we were working on. Later that night, we apologized and were being really...flirty, to say the least, and one thing led to another and I ended up "in bed" with him.

WELL. In the middle of all of this, my phone starts vibrating up a storm, and guess who, finally? Mitchell. He started off by saying how sorry he was for not texting me back, claiming his parents took his phone until Thursday and then at school he got it taken away for a week because that's the school's policy on cell phones. He wanted me to explain all the things that had been going on with me for the past week, give or take a couple days, even though his phone was apparently dying. I, very very confused, said that we could talk when his phone was charged. He, apparently, got his charger from his dad and had the phone plugged, and I gave a brief summary of my ER trip (for stomach pain...don't worry I'm fine and I'm fixing it) and why I'm single. I told him we could talk more the next day, because quite frankly I was tired and wanted to sleep. This was Thursday night, I believe, and I'm writing the rest of this Saturday morning, June fifth. Yeah, no word.

This is getting pretty out of control. If he says he wants me back in his life and doesn't care about what his parents think, then wouldn't we be talking? Just saying. Oh, and I never explained his parents did I? In April, Mitchell read my blog, especially the post about him, and then his dad, apparently, found it and said he was going to sue me if I didn't take the post down. I get that maybe putting his last name was a little much for him or whatever, but no I will not take my posts down, nor will I delete my blog. This is about me, my memories, my life, and I honestly could care less about complaints on my detail or indiscretion. However, I have learned that maybe full names are a bad idea and I have fixed most if not all of that problem.

One last thing before I go. If you have something to say, comment here or talk to my Formspring, which once again is open to anonymous questions.

Seven days until Graham gets here, thirty-six until TIP, and three days left of school.

Love,
Caitlyn