The girl with no name (completed)

Chapter 3: I need a car

                  

School schedule has concluded so I can be at liberty from this penitentiary and go home. I really don't have a car because my mom is alarmed that I have an intentional accident and I am already 17 turning 18 in 3 months. Is so embarrassing not having one and I really want so badly to have a blue Mini Cooper for my 18th birthday but I am not sure if this wish can become true. So I am walking home like usual.  A red lambo arrives beside me. I start to think what my mom usually tells me "If you don't know the person don't even say a word to them." But when do I really listen anything that my mom tells me? The car's door window unseals and I hear this familiar voice. "Need a ride Miss no name," it was James. "Oh! No, I am fine I have feet and I can walk, so you can continue to drive your pride," I respond. "Come on get in the car, I will take you home. Trust me I am not going to kidnap a girl so stunning like you," he winks at me. I feel a warmth in my cheeks. Oh no I am blushing! With his shiny eyes waiting for my response I hop in the car. This is probably a bad idea. I mean I just met this guy. Who knows who he really is like?

"So what music do you like Miss no name?" James interrupting my thoughts. "Why do you ask?" I question with confusion. "I just want to play some music that you like to not make this ride more uncomfortable than it is," he admits. "Wow so impressive of you, but I love rock. It's my thing since awhile ago. Before I was into Indie music," I respond with a small grin. That is unusual. "Hey, wait a second are you such a big fan of Nirvana like I am?" this time he widens his eyes in curiosity. I nod quickly acknowledging that they are my favorite band. He opens the drawer where all of his discs were in. He took out one of Nirvana's album and insert it. We heard songs all the ride long. Most of the time we sang to the lyrics like our life's depended on it.

"Thanks for the ride. You shouldn't have wasted all that time in me," I murmur shyly. He gave me a quizzical look. "I think you are worth my time, but hey whenever you need a ride just tell me," he winks confidently. Before I could answer a voice interrupts mine. "Get in here you little piece of crap!" It's certainly Megan, my stepsister. I just wave at James knowing she wouldn't leave me alone. He smiles and drives off. "So what's your boyfriend's name? He looks so fine, but I still can't understand why he is with you," she sasses off. "He is not my boyfriend! He is just a guy who offered a ride home ok?"  I attempt to walk out, but she yanks me. "If you actually stop trying to kill yourself you can have a car and you wouldn't need to get a ride. Don't you think that is smarter?" she taunts evilly.

This time I get ahead on escaping her presence by running to my room. Tears come out. I throw myself into bed and blast some Nirvana from my Mac. I heard a small knock on the door. I open it carefully not knowing if it was my wicked step-sister or my abusive step-father. But it isn't either of them. It is my mother. My eyes darken and my teeth clench. "What do you want?" I ask intractably without even giving her a glance in the eye. "Sweetie, I know you still haven't forgiven me, but I am still your mother and I need you at least to respect me. I came here to ask you who was that guy who gave you that ride?" she asks with curiosity blasted in all of her face.

Since she married Richard I promised myself I would never trust her again. Why? After a week of Dad's car accident, she had already found a fiancée. She didn't even cry for dad. I can't look at her in the eye and be able to be happy. She is not the mother I used to know. Where is she? I don't know, but what I know is that I despise the person she became. "No one, Jane! It was no one," I respond coldly. "Honey when will you start talking properly to me? You know what? Whatever! You won't listen to me," she whimpers and walks out the door. With anger I throw my pillow at the door.

A message pops out in my IPhone.

"Hey it's me, James from English class. I wanted to tell you that I had an awesome time with you today and also that you left your wallet in my car or how you call it my pride, LOL. That's why I had your phone number. I will hand it to you tomorrow! Can't wait to see you! Sleep tight!" -James

He is the only guy who has messaged me since George. Not a single guy has wanted to talk to me in a sincere way. Well he is just a guy, nothing is going to happen, right?