MY STORY
Chapter Fifteen
It’s Part Fifteen of My Story, and I bet
you’re thinking now, "Where the hell are the kisses and the sex?"
~major blush~…he he he…you little pervert!
Sex? In this story? Me? Yeah, sex and me…he he he…I don’t think sex and me
belong in the same category. Me and the word virgin will always belong
together! ~_^ How could you think such thing? Shame on you, little girl! You
need to be spanked! (joking!)
Well, seriously--hey! Don’t laugh! I’m
serious right now. See, I’m not smiling, and yes, I am serious. Anyway, I don’t
know if there’s gonna be such thing in this story, but hey anything could
happen! I think it will all depend on Jack. But I don’t really think so. See,
he and I being together only exist on my imagination, but in real life, it
ain’t gonna happen.
Anyway, so what’s up? Nothing much here
except I’m walking in the hallway of my enormous school. Dammit, I didn’t get
enough sleep last night. I was so busy thinking about where my Jack went after
he left my house that I only got three hours of sleep. Now, I look like crap
(not that I didn’t look like this before), and I can feel people laughing
behind me. Do I look that bad? Is my curly hair really sticking out like I’ve
been stroked by lightning? Are those shadows under my green eyes are so deep
that they make me look like I’ve been using the drugs or something? Man, I know
I don’t have to ask you since I already knew the answer. I know I look ugly.
Ugly and I feel like I’m fat. Am I fat? Is my butt too big? Does this skirt
make me look fat? Well, I know I’m really not fat, but I feel like I am.
Suddenly, "Watch where you're going."
The voice with a cold tone says and that makes me turn around to see who that
person is.
Well, guess who’s voice that was? None other
than the bitch herself, Laura. Laura McGee. Here she is, with her 5’6’ height,
standing in front of me, wearing her cheerleading uniform. Her cold blue eyes
are looking at me with her long blond hair is loose (my hair is longer just to
let you know ~_^) and both of her hands are on her waist and really giving me a
dirty look. Now, I really feel like I’m a piece of crap.
Bitch, you big mother BEEP-er! Don’t you BEEP
with me! I’m kind of BEEP-ing mad right now, and I’m gonna BEEP-ing kick your
slutty, cheerleader ass! I want to say so badly, but I don’t want to cause a
scene, and plus, I don’t have the guts to talk to her like that anyway…he he
he…it sounded like I was one of the guests on the Jerry Springer Show…he
he he…
So, as the shy and nice little mouse that I
am, I say softly, "Sorry." And then, I start walking away from her
with my head bends down.
I feel like I’m gonna cry, but I won’t. It’ll
be embarrassing, and plus, what good will it do to me? Nothing. It won’t do any
good, and no one will care even if I cry. I walk towards my locker and do the
combination. I took out my book and binder and then, close it.
I am now walking, walking, just walking,
until I reach the end of the hallway. What heck am I doing? I must be tripping
today since I already passed my first period class. Damn. I’m having a feeling
that today is gonna be the day when everything will go slow, and I will feel
that everybody hates me. Life is not fair. Man, I should make this a motto.
Yeah, that’s it! My motto is: Life is not fair. I know it’s not original, but
hey, it’s true though. Well, uh, at least for me it’s true. Life has been
really a bitch to me.
Now, I don’t feel like going to class. I’m
just going to stay here and wait for the next bell, and maybe then, I’ll feel
much better. So, I sit down on the floor. I’m hugging my knees, and my head is
resting on them. Hope the assistant principal won’t catch me because if he did,
I’ll be in big shit. God, I hope not.
My head is resting for few minutes when I
heard footsteps coming towards me. Uh-oh, Mr. Bush, the assistant principal, is
coming. And damn, what can I tell him as my excuse? Well, I’ll just keep my
head resting on my knees and pretend that I didn’t know that he’s there. I
waited for few more seconds for him to talk, but then, there’s silence.
Okay, I don’t like this. I know I just heard
footsteps, and I’m sure it was Mr. Bush since he’s the only one that checks up
this hallway. So, I slowly lift my head up to see if someone is in front of me.
To my surprise, my man is standing few feet away from me. His face doesn’t show
too much emotion except for a pity, but I don’t really know what’s on his mind
right now. Okay this is not comfortable because he is just looking at me.
I hear him sighed and then, "What a
pretty girl like you doing in this hallway, just sitting by herself, huh?"
I don’t know if he’s trying to compliment me or he’s telling me something else.
"I just want to be alone."
"Well, I don’t think you should be alone
right now." He walks few more steps closer to me and held his hand out,
"Come on, get up, babe. I don’t think you’ll appreciate me seeing your
underwear." He says indicating that my underwear is really showing. I look
and gosh, I’m so embarrass right now. My cheeks are burning red right now. I
took his manly hand, and he pulls me up. I smile at him shyly, still blushing
badly.
Oh, my God, this reminds me of the first time
I meet him! I don’t know if you remember this or not, but I clearly remember
that Sunday morning when I fell in love with Jack. It was love at first sight
for me. ~sigh~ Oh, yeah. It was heaven for me that day. Man, he almost hit me
with his red Corvette, and I clearly remember that I fell on my ass. He was a
little bit arrogant that day (which I find sexy ~_^), but, of course, he pulled
me up. And he also saw my Minnie Mouse underwear that day, and I was
embarrassed as I am now. Gosh, must this embarrassing moment happen again? I
always ended doing embarrassing stuffs in front of Jack. This
underwear-showing-thing situation was not the only embarrassing situation I’ve
been. Remember when I threw up on him? I think that’s the most embarrassing of
those two! Thank goodness he forgot all about it, or at least, I hope. I can
guarantee that there’s going to be more embarrassing things in my future. Poor
me. I will be lonely forever and eventually die a virgin.
"I think it’ll be good if we skip school
today, don’t you think?" Jack says to me, his eyes are soft and sincere.
"Yes," that’s all I can say. Heck,
I’m speechless.
We both start walking with his arm around my
shoulder. I lean on him for support, and man, I think it’s getting better for
me. HA HA HA…who would have thought? Oh, I’m supposed to be sad right now.
Okay, I’m gonna be serious now. All right, here we go…
Jack and I went to my locker to put my book
and binder there, and then, we left the school without being noticed, like we
did before.
So, what’s gonna happen now? Will there be
more kisses from Jack? Or will there be more false hope and heartache?
I guess, only time will tell.
Who can say?
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
And who can say
If your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
Who can say?
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time
And who can say
Why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time
Who can say?
When the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say
When the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say?
If your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
And who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows,
Only time
Who knows--only time
Who knows--only time...
Just hang in there, my friends. Tell me of
what you think of my story, okay? Later! Have a nice day or evening.
Hugs,
Rose Dawson