WHAT IF?
Chapter Two
Taryn was in Rose’s car, and she didn’t understand
why Rose was acting strangely.
"Rose, what’s the matter?" Taryn
asked, as she grabbed onto her seat as Rose was speeding. Rose shrugged to
answer her question.
"Then why are you speeding…really,
really, fast?" Rose saw a parking lot, and she turned and parked.
"Do you remember Cal Hockley?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he...he...he tried to...to kiss
me last night."
"What?"
"Yeah. He found out about me being
a...you know!"
"A virgin?"
"Well, yeah."
"Listen, Rose, you will find that
special someone...someone like Jack?"
"Oh, God."
"Oh, come on, Rose. You know that he’s
fine as hell. Admit it!" Rose blushed and started the car.
"Come on. Turn on some music." Rose
turned on the CD player. It was Linkin Park’s Nobody’s Listening. Then,
they left.
*****
Rose pulled up her driveway, noticing that
her brother’s car was there, and also Jack’s.
"Aw…isn’t that sweet? He drives a Jeep
Cherokee!"
"Taryn, shut up!"
"What?" Rose began to push her.
Taryn did it back. They did that until they reached Rose’s house.
Rose entered and saw Jack and her brother.
"Hey, guys!" Taryn said.
"Hey," Jack and Garret said.
"What took you guys so long to get
here?" Garret asked.
Rose didn’t want to tell him about the
incident. "Uh…we got lost," Rose said.
"On the way to your house?" Garret
didn’t buy it. Rose grabbed his hand and dragged him to the other room.
"What?"
"Garret, do you remember Cal
Hockley?"
"Yeah. Rose, what happened?"
"Well, he found about my virginity
thing, and he tried to…you know…get with me, but nothing happened."
Rose saw the rage building up in her brother.
"Rose, you’d better tell me next he tries to do that to you, all
right?"
Rose nodded and hugged her brother.
"Now, let’s got back," Rose said.
They walked out and saw that Taryn and Jack
were talking. "So you’re into art?" Taryn asked.
"Can you show me your work?" Rose
asked.
Jack nodded. "But it’s in my car."
"I’ll come with you." Jack got up,
and Rose followed. They reached his car. Jack unlocked the door.
He took his portfolio out. Rose grabbed it
and opened it. "Wow, Jack. These are great. Are you a professional?"
"Oh, no. I just love to draw."
"Since when?"
"Since my parents died. I was fifteen. I
was being taken care of by my aunt."
"Oh, I know what it’s like losing
somebody that you really love." Jack stared at her, and he thought that he
saw a tear. Jack lifted her head up and wiped the tear away. As he did, a
paparazzi saw the whole thing and took a picture.
"You know, I don’t know you that well,
and you’re wiping my tears away." Jack chuckled.
"Maybe it’s because we have the same
pain."
Rose looked into his eyes. They are so
intense, Rose thought to herself. She looked away. "I think we have to
go back inside before someone sees us."
"Like the paparazzi?" Rose nodded,
and they walked back inside.
Jack and Rose spoke all day, and that night
they decided to see each other again.