Breakthrough

Shit Hit The Fan, Twice

The next morning I woke up to my phone ringing on my night stand. It is too damn early for this. When I looked at my clock hanging up across the room I realized it was almost noon. Shit. It was Saturday and I was supposed to be having lunch with my parents in an hour. I quickly sat up and grabbed my phone and answered it.
"Hello?" I said groggily.
"Sophia! Are you on the way yet?" She never called me Sophia. What the hell did I do?
"Mom, is everything ok?" I asked.
"No, everything is not ok. We shall discuss what isn't ok when you get here in an hour. You better be here in an hour. Do you hear me Sophie?"
"Yes, I'll be there in an hour," I said jumping up from my bed turning on the shower.
"Good, now goodbye," she said hanging up the phone quickly. What the hell did I do? I went to the game. Clippers won. I left the game in my car. Drove to Blake's. And we--how would she know that we did that? She wouldn't know. No she wouldn't. I didn't have time to even think about this. It was 12:18 by the time I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I went over to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and the tshirt Blake gave me yesterday. I didn't have to to get glam. I barely had time to be decent. It took nearly 30 minutes to get to my parents house which meant I needed to leave now. I only had time to towel dry my hair and swipe some lip balm on my lips before leaving. As I was driving to my parents house I couldn't imagine what the hell my mom was so mad about. I mean she just wasn't mad, that bitch was livid. As I pulled into their driveway Blake was calling. Great. This is not what I needed right now. Or maybe it is.
"Hey Blake, I really wish I could talk but I'm meeting me parents for--" I said getting out of my car as he cut me off.
"Sophie, I need to talk to you for like just five minutes, I don't want you to be upset," he said sounding a little stern.
"Blake I'll call you as soon as I'm done. And besides my mother is livid. I'm sure what you have to tell me is nothing. But you can come over later, ok?" I said to him hanging up not even bothering to listen what he said next as o gave a knock on the door. My father answered the door with a warm smile and opened arms. As I gave him a hug he began talking to me softly.
"I honestly could care less but, your mother. She is a little upset. Maybe you should just tell us next time ok?" He whispered. Tell them what? What have I done.
"Jay! Is that her. Bring her in here," I heard her yell as my father let go of me and led me into the dining room. My mother sat at the head of the table violently stabbing the salad that was in front of her and looked up at me as I entered the room and took my seat. I just stared at my plate and looked up at my dad a few times before looking at her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked.
"I'm not that hungry. Can you just tell me what you're so mad about? I honestly haven't done anything wrong."
"You've chosen to ignore your mother and father!" She said banging the table.
"About what?"
"Oh don't play dumb with my Sophie. You've seen the magazine."
"What? What magazine?"
"Oh for goodness sakes, this one!" She said slapping an Us Weekly magazine that was flipped open to a page with the headline 'Future Mrs. Griffin?' Under the headline was a decent sized photo of Blake and I holding hands as we walked out into the parking lot after the game. You couldn't see my face which I was relieved about. I could've sworn we were alone then. I didn't hear or see anyone or anything. The article then went on to talk about 'the mystery girl' Blake was spotted with leaving Staples with and how they were getting a little too close for comfort. What the hell?
"Well, aren't you going to say something?" My mother asked.
"I mean, I'm not getting married if that's what you're asking," I said sarcastically.
"No Sophie, I mean what is this? And why didn't you tell me about this? Us?"
"Mom. We are just holding hands. We were just hanging out. Ok? I met him a couple of weeks ago and I like him so we've been hanging out. What crime have I committed?" I said raising my hands.
"Oh stop it Sophie. That's probably his shirt. How long have you been sleeping with him? She asked sharply
"Kimberly! That's enough!" My father interjected.
"You know it's fine dad, I'm just gonna leave. I have better things to do than to be interrogated and accused by my own mother," I said getting up and slamming the front door. When I get outside to my car it started to rain hard and I decided to just drive. I had a full tank of gas and nothing to do so I just decided to drive. And the longer I drove the more I wanted to cry and eventually while at a stop light I did start crying. I'm not really sure why but I did. And I kept crying until I arrived in Santa Monica. That's when I went into a Starbucks and ordered myself a grande white chocolate mocha and a chocolate croissant and then sat in my car in the parking lot as it continued to rain. After sitting there for about ten minutes Blake called me again and ignored it. I didn't want to talk to him or anyone. I just wanted to be alone. I sat in the parking lot for three hours and by that time it was nearly five o'clock and I didn't want to drive all the way back home. I looked up nearby hotels and booked a room for one that was about thirty minutes away. I could check in at seven which meant I had about two hours to waste which meant I went to Target. I needed to get pajamas, clothes for tomorrow, some snacks, wine to drown my sorrows, face wash, and other necessities. And possibly a bag to put all this shit it. When I get inside I grab a cart and throw my purse in it and then I hear a little squeaky voice call,
"Sophie! Sophie! Mommy look!" When I turn around I see little Chris running toward me with an icee in his hand that causes me to smile.
"Hey buddy," I say squatting down to give him a hug. I then see Jada coming behind him with a baby girl on her hip and pushing an empty cart.
"Hey girl," she says leaning in for a hug.
"I didn't know you had another one?" I say to her looking at the little girl.
"Yes, this is Camryn and she's a little shy," she said poking at the little girl and laughing a little.
"She's a cutie. So how have you guys been?"
"We're good, we're good. How about you?"
"I'm ok I guess," I say shrugging.
"Hmm it doesn't seem like it. You wanna talk and shop?"
"Haha, sure," I say as we both start pushing our carts toward the clothing section.
"So what's going on? You seem a little upset."
"Well, I went over to my parents today and my mom pulls out this magazine with a picture of Blake and I in it and it talks about me being this mystery girl who he's dating and she was furious."
"About the magazine or you and Blake?"
"Both I guess. I told her it wasn't like I was getting married in a month or anything we were just hanging out."
"Of course, did you tell Blake?"
"No, he called me on the way there and told me he had to tell me something but I told him I had to do something important and that if call him back. And he's been trying to call me back but I just keep ignoring his calls."
"Why are you ignoring him?"
"I've been upset all day and I don't want him to hear me or see me like that."
"You really like him."
"I really do. And we barely know each other so I don't-- I just don't know what or how-- how do I keep him around? I don't want him to think of me as some cry baby."
"Well trust me, from the conversations that I've heard I don't think you're going to have a problem keeping him around? He likes you. Like really likes you. And just allow yourself some time to breathe and then call him."
"Ok. I can do that. I can breathe and then call him," I said reassuring myself.
"You can do it girl. Now, how about we go check out and get something to eat? Chris is out with the guys and won't be home until late."
"Sounds good."
After dinner Jada and I exchanged out numbers and parted ways as she headed home and I went to go check into my hotel. After packing all of my purchases into a weekender that I bought I went to check in. As I gave the woman my name and other information she smiled sweetly handing my keep and told me to enjoy my stay. My room number was 132 which was on the second floor. As I made it up to my room I started to run a bath and poor myself a glass of wine in one of the coffee cups to enjoy. As relaxes in the bath tub I decided that I'd given myself enough time to call Blake. The phone rang only once before he picked up.
"Sophie, are you ok? I've been trying to call you all day," he said panicky.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was just upset earlier but it's ok now. What did you want to tell me earlier?" I said changing the subject.
"I don't want you to be mad, but some took a photo of us and--"
"And somehow it got into Us Weekly about how I'm your mystery hoe. Yes, I know."
"Sophie, I hope you know that I have nothing to do with it. Is that why you were upset? This doesn't usually happen to me often but-- I'm sorry," he said giving up.
"Blake it's ok. I know you didn't. It happens. Shit happens. Not that I want to be featured in a magazine like that but it's fine. My mom just gave me hell about the whole situation."
"You're kidding? I'm sorry. Do you want to come over? Or I can come over there," he said as I reminisced in the events that happened just the night before.
"Yeah, and I'm not home right now. We should hang out tomorrow though if you're not busy."
"That's the other thing I wanted to tell you, the team is going on a ten day road trip tomorrow," he said sighing.
"Ten days? You won't be here for ten days?"
"Yep. But after that we have like four days off so that's the bright side to things you know."
"Hate to say it, but I'm gonna miss you," I said taking a sip of my wine.
"I was hoping you'd say that. I'm gonna miss you too. These last few days have been nice. Really nice."
"They have. They really have."
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm in the bathtub about to finish this bottle of wine I've been working on for about an hour."
"Mmmmm that's a tempting image considering I know where you live. We could pick up right where we left off-- wait you said you aren't home?" He said confusingly.
"Ahahah. You caught me. I'm not home. I'm at the Casa del Mar in Santa Monica. I didn't feel like driving back home. I needed a little getaway."
"I see. Well I could've accompanied you."
"Next time Griffin, next time."
"Promise?" He asked.
"Promise. You know you're cute. Really cute," I said trying to hold back my giddiness.
"I like to think you're pretty cute too. And sweet. You're a sweet girl Sophie.
"Thank you Blake. You're a good guy. Too good. Now go get some sleep I'm sure you have to be up early."
"Dream about me?" He asked. I could tell he was smiling through the phone again.
"I always do."
"Ahaha. Well since I can't kiss you goodnight I guess this will have to do, goodnight Sophie and I'll call you in the morning when I land in San Antonio."
"Goodnight Blake," I say hanging up the phone sinking deeper into the water thinking that this boy may be too good for me.