Hello, beautiful people, it's Peytona! Happy Excerpt Thursday!! I'm excited to share another excerpt from The Mutates: The Creation. I realize that it may take too long to share each chapter every week, so I'm thinking about sharing on a daily basis. What do you think? Post in the comments. There are 30 chapters in the book. That would mean 30 days of posting as opposed to 30 weeks of posting. I dunno. I'll get some advice and see what would be best.
How are you doing? Are any of you in the Carolinas? I'm praying for your safety if you are. One of my best friends is in South Carolina. It makes me anxious thinking about it all, but I know God is in control. I'm trying to cast my cares onto Him right now. Do you struggle with anxiety? How are you coping with it? I'd encourage you to talk to God about it. He really does care about you. I do too. <3
Alright, enough talk. Here's the next chapter in the story. Enjoy!
...The Uncanny Sensations of Being in Love with the Cocky Jock...
There are no words to describe the unfathomable love that I possess for Tyler Reynolds. The day he admitted his love for me, I do believe I was permanently changed. ... Yes, this does sound quite drastic, but these are the only words I can use to decipher the feelings I encountered that day. Ha, Tyler asked me why I sound so formal. I’ll speak regularly then. I’ll begin from when I ran away from Ty’s house.
“... I... I gotta go... bye,” I said in a whispery voice before I fled from his house and from him. An electrifying joy had me running faster than I think I’ve ever ran... at the time at least. I felt so giddy and excited that I squealed like a little girl. I couldn’t believe that Tyler just told me he loved me. It was a dream of mine. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had dreamed about him and me together. ... I’ve never told anyone this before, but I dreamt that we got married. ... Tyler’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. Guess I didn’t tell him that one. ... Oops.
When I got to my house, I sighed happily and smiled like a dork for nearly fifteen minutes. After a moment, I wondered if I should go back to his house and tell him I felt the same way. I was too chicken to do that, though, and it looked like I hurt his feelings when I left. I couldn’t face the guilt of that, so I went up to my room and closed the door. I plugged up my iPod to my stereo and started playing a round of love songs. He was in my thoughts, wearing that swagtastic outfit. ( His word is starting to rub off on me. ... He’s such a loser. He said, “TOUCHDOWN!!”
I couldn’t believe that he actually wore those nice clothes for me. I was getting ready to murder the chick that he was supposedly gonna have a date with, but it just made me all happy inside when I figured he did that for me. I spent the rest of the day, thinking about him and wondering about him. I was afraid to talk to him and I battled with myself every other love song.
“Just message him,” I argued aloud. I would only do this if I were alone. “Don’t be such a wuss. He loves you.” That made a huge smile spread on my face and so I chanted it, “He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves me. Tyler loves me. Tyler loves me. He loves me!” I got so siked from my chant that I texted him that very moment: ... I luv u, 2.