Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 7: Life Mottos and Expensive Rides

A phone number.

This man gave me his phone number?!

Why?!

I stare at the napkin sitting on my bed in front of me. I sit with my knees to my chest, unsure what to do with it.

Is it real?

When did he write it?

When did he slip it into my pocket?

I bite my bottom lip, contemplating if I should call it or not.

Well, to catch you up to speed on things, Daniel drove us home, interrogating me on why Travis and I were together.

I simply stated that it was a coincidence like Travis said. We both know what would've happened if I had told him the truth.

All hell would break loose.

Anyway, I got home, took a nice, long, hot shower, made dinner, and finally took a peek into my pocket like Travis had asked.

Which brings us here. He gave me his phone number. Or at least I think it's his phone number...

I don't know! I'm just really flustered!

I sigh, "Well, it wouldn't hurt to try and give it a call, ya know? To make sure it isn't fake..."

I reach for it, and suddenly my bedroom door opens. I yelp, grabbing the napkin and slipping it under my pillow.

I lie down, pulling my blankets over me. I grab my phone and scroll through my various notifications, as Dad walks in, "Hey, Ani? You awake?"

Unfortunately...

I look up from my phone and to him "Ye-yeah! What's up?"

"Great job on dinner! It's fantastic!" Dad states, pleased. I nod, "You're welcome, Dad!"

He nods, "Okay! That's all I wanted. I'll leave you alone now. You have school in the morning."

"Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, baby. OH! Also, I'm working the night shift tomorrow, so I won't be home until around eleven."

I nod, as he continues, "Plus you know Daniel has practice, so you'll have the house to yourself."

"Okay, cool, thanks for the heads up," I reply, and he smiles.

"Alright, Ani, goodnight."

" 'Night."

He walks out, turning off my light, and closing the door behind him.

I let out a sigh of relief, as I reach over and turn on my lamp. I plop back down onto my pillows, pushing up my glasses.

I stare up at my ceiling, thinking about Travis and the phone number he had given me. I blush, remembering him, and earlier.

He's so persistent...

I look to the picture frame of Mom and sigh tiredly, "Oh Mom...I'm afraid that this guy...is going to be harder to get rid of than I hoped..."

Next-Day...

I stare out the window, as Daniel drives me home since he has practice this afternoon.

The whole school day went by fairly quickly. Pretty uneventful, and boring as always. I saw no sign of Travis today, which made me leap with joy.

But I doubt that just because I didn't today, doesn't mean I'm completely rid of him...

OH! I also saw Jennifer and her lackey Pearl she was trying to say something to me, but I didn't care enough to stay and listen...