MY STORY
Chapter Four
Okay, I'm still shocked and still sitting on
my ass. I hear the driver's door open, and the driver, who was wearing khaki
pants, goes out of the car quickly and comes toward me. I haven't see his face,
just his legs cuz my head kinna hurts and I decided to keep it bend down.
"What the hell do think you were doing
crossing in the street like that? Didn't you hear me coming?" the guy
demanded in an angry voice.
What the heck is he talking about? I didn't
hear him and plus, he has no rights to speak to me like that!
So I decide to look up and in a sudden
movement, my eyes meet the most wonderful blue eyes that I've ever seen in my
entire boring life. Have you ever watched a romantic movies? And do you recall
anything about when the lead characters bump to each other and stare into each
other's eyes, the background music started paying and it seems the world just
revolves around them? Well, right now, I'm feeling it. I'm hearing the soft
music playing around me, and suddenly, everything around me and the guy
disappear.
I think I stare at him for few minutes
without blinking and of course, my eyes still focus on his.
Then, "Are you all right?" He asks
me, but it doesn't sound sincere, more like a demand.
He is so cute. No. Cute is a word to describe
a boy, but this guy is a man! In my estimation, he is about my age or a little
bit older. But still, he's gorgeous!
"Don't just sit there. Get up." He
commands me with an annoyed tone, but it doesn't bother me at all, "I have
no intention to see your pink Mini Mouse underwear."
I look down and blush. I almost forgot that I
am wearing my pink skirt (which I bought from clearance sale at WalMart) that
comes down to my knees and now, the end of it is way up on my thighs. And my
underwear is really showing! How embarrassing! This guy might think I'm so
stupid and very childish. Geez! Why did I ever choose this underwear! I should
have chosen the pink lace or the yellow one. Or I think he might like looking
at me if I wear a thong. I blush again with that thought. I don't even owned a
thong. Too expensive for me to spend my money on.
So anyway, I pull my skirt down and tried to
get up but I just couldn't. Seeing that I'm having trouble to get up, the guy
bends down, puts his hands around my waist and pulls me up so I can get back on
my feet.
I was breathless for a moment. Smelling his
cologne, I have no idea what it is, but I know for sure that it is expensive.
He smells good! I can spend my entire day just smelling him. Okay that may
sound awkward but hey, I will as long as I'm with him ^_^. Funny that I sound
like I'm obsess with him, but for your info, I'm not. I just like him. That's
all. All right, I really really really like him. Happy now?
"Thanks," I hear myself say. He's
tall; the top of my head barely reaches his chin. I'm short, what can I say.
Anyway, I'm still looking at him and he's looking back at me, not like the way
I look at him. I think he's giving me the YOU'RE-SO-STUPID look but
unfortunately I'm not really sure. Well, I don't care! Heck, at least he is
looking at me.
"Look, are you all right?" He asks
me the same question again.
I blink several times and then, "Of
course! I mean yes. I'm okay." So long as you're in front of me, I want to
say. In reality, my butt kind of hurts but the rest of my body is normal. No
broken bones. He didn't even hit me so there's nothing I should worry about.
"Are you sure?" he said, looking at
me from head to toe. I'm not sure if he's looking at me because he finds me
attractive (that's impossible. No one finds me attractive. I look like crap),
or maybe because he's checking me if I'm really okay.
"Really, I'm fine." I reassure him.
He sighs," That's good cuz I don't want
to be responsible for any injuries that you may discover later. And then
decided to blame me and tell your parents that I just leave you without asking
if you're all right."
I am quiet for a moment. Is he always like
this? So direct? And so serious and practical? Still, those don’t change my
feelings for him. I still like him.
"Well, if you're okay, then I better get
going."
Oh no! Don't leave me here! I don't even know
your name! I want to tell him that but I decided not to. So, I have to think of
something to keep him here for a while.
"So...um…" still think what to say.
"Are you new here?" I finally manage to say.
He looks at me, and again I have no clue what
he is thinking but then, "Yeah."
Damn, is that all you can say? I want to tell
him but again I don't want to offend him and drive him away from me. I need his
name. "No wonder I never see you before." I said as if I know a lot
of people in this area.
"You live here?" he asks.
"Yes. I live in the other street."
I replied quickly. I know I'm supposed to be shy but there's no time for that.
I don’t know why I'm acting like this (It must be something I ate during
breakfast.) but thank goodness I do act like this because if I'm not, I'll be
shaking in front of him right now from nervousness.
"I see." What does he mean by that?
I manage to ask myself. "So what are you doing walking without even caring
if there's a car coming?"
"I didn't hear you coming." I
protested. That's the truth. I just wish he knows that.
"All right, what ever you say
miss." He says and then turns around.
When he is about to slide inside his
beautiful car, I call out, "Wait!"
He stops, of course, and then looks at me,
"What?"
"Well…" thinking again on what to
say, "You, um, said you're new here, and I'm thinking maybe I can give you
a tour or something."
He looks at me again. Geez, I just wish, for
once, I know what he is thinking.
"Sure." He said plainly.
"Really?" I asked, trying to make
sure if I heard him right. Am I daydreaming? Hell, I hope not!
"Yeah." He replies and then looks
at his watch. "Well, look I'll see you around, um…"
"Rose." I said instantly.
"Rose DeWitt Bukater."
"Okay, Rose. I'll see you around."
He pauses and finally, he smiles at me! A smile that can take my breath away,
"By the way, I'm Jack Dawson." He gives me another smile. Oh god, he
looks even more gorgeous when he smiles. Then, he gets in his car. He reverses
the car and starts driving.
Oh god! Did I just do that? Can you imagine
that? I told you that I'm shy, but I don't sound like that to you, don't I?
Believe me, I never done that before. Asking a guy if I can give him a tour.
Then suddenly, something hits me, how the hell am I to give him a tour if I
don't go to a lot of places myself? Damn, good job, Rose. Well, I'm just have
to think about it later.
Jack Dawson. The man I like. Jack Dawson. The
man I want to be with. Jack Dawson. The man I want to marry and the man I love.
Wait, wait, wait, did I just say 'the man I love?' You probably think I'm so
ahead myself. I'm already planning to marry him!
He he he. I'm a freak.
I LIKE Jack Dawson?
No, I LOVE him!
Love? I don't even really know what it means
right now, but the best word that can describe my feelings now toward him is
love.
Now, what do you think of my story? Like it?
Hate it? Stinks? Well, you decide. Later people! Bye bye bye! ~love always,
Rose Dawson ( he he he that sounds better than Rose DeWitt Bukater).
I love you
I really do
Do you think I'm kidding?
Hell, my heart is not lying!
Believe me,
I want to make you see
That I'm in love with you, Jack.
And that's a fact!
My heart belongs to you
And it will always do…