Rehabilitation

Chapter 4; "Making Plans"

"Ooh. Im sooooo getting that!" Darla squealed.

...so we were shopping...after getting over 10K dollars from Marcell.

To be honest, we looked like rich spoilt kids with normal lives. I tried to convince myself that it was true but reality kept intruding my thoughts. Darla had a pile of clothing in her hand.

Bee and i trailed behind..i couldn't touch a thing. I felt guilty just picking up stuff and not thinking twice about buying it.

"Oh my GOD. this would look so hot on you" Bee turned around.

Great.

Itt was a nice dress, i have to admit.

I shrugged.

I hardly cared, i just couldn't get HIM off my mind.

Is he ever going to call...not that i want him to..pff.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. My old ass phone...it wasn't even a smartphone. It was more like a nokia brick.

But i didn't care about that either. Getting a "cool" phone wasn't on my mind OR everyone elses'. All we cared about was getting high.

Unknown number...

Oh jeez.

"Hello?" I said quietly as both Darla and Bee continued shopping.

"Hey...Nadine?" IT WAS HIM. JADEN.

"yeah, its me..."

"Hey, it's Jaden..."

I know.

"Oh hey." I said awkwardly.

"Listen, im sorry i didn't call earlier. I've been so busy over the past two days, you know, because of my new mo-"

Great, lets talk about your career.

"I get it." I snapped before he could finish the sentence. Was this his way of showing off?

"Let's go out..."

I didn't say anything, what did he expect me to say?

"You free today?"

TODAY?!

"...ummmm....i dont know." I glanced over at Bee and Darla, who were on the other side of the aisle with even more clothes.

"You dont know if your free?"

"I am. What time?" I questioned.

"About....4? I'll pick you up."

"No. No no no no." I exclaimed all too quickly. "I'll meet you" i said.

"Near that store ...we met..."

"I got you." He interrupted, probably realizing how awkward i felt saying that. "I'll see you." And he ended the line.

Until the conversation was over, i hardly noticed how my heart rate increased significantly. What....do i ...like him?

I resorted to buying as much new clothing as i could...i needed something to wear to our....date?

3:39PM

"Wait, where are you going?" Darla walked in on Bee and i talking. I had explained everything about Jaden to her ...she was the only one that knew. To be honest, i dont think she believed it.

"Um..." I mumbled before Bee interrupted me.

"She's just trying stuff on."

"Whatever." Darla yawned and walked out.

"Shit." I murmured.

"It's okay. I'll cover for you." She smiled.

"Are your sure?" My eyes got bigger.

" for real."

"Thanks" i said adjusting my new jeans, which she got up to help with.

4:10PM.

I stood outside shivering, it was windy.

10 minutes late?

Or maybe he's NOT late.................................................................................

I mean, come on....Will Smith's son. Maybe im dreaming. Why would someone like him ask someone like ME out on a date?

Bullshit. I sighed, deciding to wait one more minute in front of the store, before sneaking back "home."

I stood in frustration and my heels were killing me.

Yeah, he's not coming. I decided to walk back. For some reason, my eyes watered in disappointment. I mean...i dont LIKE him...do i?

"NADINE!"

Crap.

I knew it was him...that deeply toned voice. I didn't want to look back, i didn't want him to see my tears. I wiped my face quickly, a little mascara smudged on my cheek. Great.

I felt footsteps arrive closely in front of me.

"Wait. Where are you going?" He sighed once. He was in front of me. He looked so ...good. That was all.

No that wasn't all, he looked AMAZING.

"...where do you think im going?"

And his facial expression changed...like he didn't know what to say.

"Im sorry. I got held up."

I made no remark towards him.

"Come on, i wouldn't do it to you on purpose. Im sorry?" He held my hand. "And you look beautiful by the way" he stared at me.

"Whatever." I sounded almost similar to Darla.

"So you won't leave me?"

"Does it look like i am?" I answered,

now smiling.

Cut it out.

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THE END.

RT :))