The truth hurts pt9

So she does like me. She's toying me and I don't think I like it. She wants me to chase her but I don't know if that will happen. She wants me to want her and I do I just don't know if I should.

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"Hey Johnny. How have you been?" Caroline.

"Caro how did you get my number? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"

"But bab--"

"Don't call me that Caroline." She giggled. Her giggle like Natalies.

"Goodbye Caroline.."

"John don't you want to know how your baby is?"

I froze. What? I thought she aborted it.

poem: masks

Smiles don't mean anything anymore....... Neither do frowns or any other expressions.......
They're just masks you hide behind.
But what about when someone rips your mask off?
Then what?
You stand there.
In shock.
Identity-less......
Don't be what other people want you to be.
DON'T hide behind your masks.
The masks you make to hide behind