What If

22

(Please bear with the spellings. I'm just writing through phone.)

              JEN'S P.O.V.

My steps were of a slow motion. Each pace seems so unsure as I stride towards his destination. Thinking whether this decision was right or wrong.

The tiny white crystal balls of snow falls to his left hand as he held the car door open. He doesn't even wore gloves that the little drops of ice melted on his big palm. He's wearing a black shirt in contrast to his pale skin that it looked like a sheet of paper being molded. He folded the sleeves of his shirt up that I could see his inked skin visibly.

His light brown hair is damp. If it wasn't for a white bennie on his head, I will be seeing tiny strands of hair casscading down on his face. And he's eyes were of it's usual forest green shades that I wonder how long would I ever see green trees instead of white.

"Fuck! You comin' or not?" His arrogant voice made me woke up from my intimate observation.

I wiped the snow from my face with  both hands and I slowly hopped inside his car. Well, maybe this was so wrong but with this kind of weather, anything is right when a gentleman offered you a ride.

I gently closed the door to my side and placed my bag on my lap before I buckled my seatbelt. I noticed that he didn't even put on his share of safety which brought my brows to raised.

"What? You think I'm gonna' bump my own car?" He thundered. Eyes glaring at me.

"Am I saying anything?" I countered. Simple things really made him annoyed. This guy needs an anger lesson 101.

I heard his rugged and heavy breathing before he turned on the ignition to life. His long fingers gripped hard at the wheel as we made our way on the thick snowy road.

I caught a glimpse of his hard features as the car groaned loud to the slidy street. He seemed so controlled and confident that it makes my nervousness settled to an end.

I watched canopy of white trees towering on the side of the street as the car turned a "U Turn". And I was so lost in my lonely state that I didn't notice the unfamiliar road that we were going. And before I did, the car stopped on a big two storey house with a huge pool on the front yard. Though the pool was visibly frozen as of the moment.

My heart throbbed and I began to panic.

"W..where are we? " My voice was a whisper. I am so stupid and a fool for not asking him earlier why he showed up to my school and obviously picked me up.

"I have to get something." He simply said. Without a hit of sympathy to my now wicked state. "Come, follow me." He added as he jumped out of the car.

I felt a wave of dizziness inside. I didn't move nor breath. Afraid of what I have gotten myself into. Why am I so stupid?

"Don't think anything pathetic. I'm not gonna' rape you. " His deep accented voice was on my window I didn't notice was rolled down.

My face blushed at the sudden insult. I would die first before I'll admit to him that he was right. But it's just normal for a girl like me to think of her safety above all things, right?

I climbed off his car with a frown face. Okay, so what if he's exceptionally handsome and hot but it's the 21st century already. Some rapists and pysochotic guys were oozing with sex appeal. And besides, I don't know him that much for me to trust his motives.

I followed him inside as he lead me to a grand salon. The room was big enough to accomodate a party. And the leather black couches were wide and spacious. It has a mini bar on the right side that leads on to a large balcony overlooking the now frozen swimming pool. Huge paintings of baroque style hanged on the cream colored walls.

I just stood their amazed by my surroundings that my mouth opened up slightly.

"You want to go with me to the kitchen to have a quick dinner or are you gonna eat my paintings..?" He hummed in a playful tone. I watched him crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at me with amused eyes.

"Do you have to be sarcastic? And besides, you just told me you'll be getting something not having a dinner." I hissed.

"No worries, love. We'll just eat." He smirked. Dimples evident.

"Love? Surely, that's a great improvement. From calling me pathetic to love!" I exclaimed. Sarcasm clear in my voice.

"Don't make it a big deal. It's just a simple British endearments. And If you feel uncomfortable about it, call it off.." He said sharply. The rugged breathing was on once again.

"No fuss. It's fine." I said to conceal the awkwardness of the situation.

"Now, can we have our dinner, love?" He whisperd softly to my ears that I felt goosebumps rising on my skin.

I just nod. Wiping away some intimate emotions when I felt his lips touching lightly on the tip of my ears as he whisperd those words.

And he slowly held my hand and lead me through the mini bar to the large classic style kitchen that my my boots made weird sounds as I took a step on a marbled floor.

And he gently pulled an oak wood chair and gestured me to sit.

There were different kind of foods and apetizers on the huge wooden table. And I even saw a turkey's meat being served.

"Today's not... Thanksgiving..?" I asked him later. He looked up at me and his lips curved a smile. God! Those smiles!

"It's...my 19th birthday today. I just want a celebration." He stated as if he's talking to himself. And I noticed the sorrow on his eyes.

"It's your birthday and your celebrating it with me?" I hesitantly said. I'm so confused with this guy. He's attitude was hot and cold. And why is that he celebrated it with me and not with his cousins? It's not like we're some close friends. We fought more than we talked. And it's not a good reason to celebrate your birthday with a person whom you never really knew.

(Take note that Jennifer was 16 running 17. And that makes them 2 years apart of age.)