I had just pulled my peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of its plastic bag when I felt a presence creep up to me. I felt like slamming my head on the cafeteria table.
"Haven't I already implied that it's better for you not to talk to-" I said, turning to face him. But it wasn't Jay.
It was the horror; the kraken of kindness in the flesh. In my head, I was gagging on the sickly sweet stench.
"Hi, Rose," said Gabby in her sugary voice, brushing her perfect dark ringlets off her shoulder.
"I just wanted to say that I hope you get to feeling better," she said as she motioned to my face.
I responded with a nod of my head, and she left without saying another word. I finished my lunch quickly, and attempted to survive the last three periods of my day.
Once I returned home, I sped straight to my bedroom, closing and locking the door, well, after checking to make sure the twins were home safe. I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep and forget the awful day.
Ding.
I felt around on the bed for my phone I had thrown next to me.
Unknown Number:
Hi, Miss Rose who ignores me.
Me:
4 the sake of time, I'm just gonna assume this is Jay.
Unknown Number:
Your assumptions are correct, indeed.
I took the few seconds I needed to put the number into my contacts, just in case I needed it. For project purposes, of course.
Jay:
Now, what would Miss Rose say to perhaps a cup of coffee and a dreadfully boring English assignment tomorrow after school?
For project purposes only.
Me:
Miss Rose would say yes.
Jay:
And how about the same on Friday?
For project purposes.
Me:
Sure, fine with me.
Jay:
Now, what would she say to a fabulous movie on Saturday?
Not for project purposes.
For some reason, I had no idea what to say. I mean, Jay seemed like a nice guy, but now... with everything... dating hadn't even crossed my mind. Of course, I had a boyfriend before my Dad died, but... now things were different.
The stream of texts went quiet, and I made my mind up to not break that silence. But then, ding.
Jay:
I'll pick you up at 7.
I reread the text several times before it actually registered in my brain.
"Oh, Daddy, what have I gotten myself into?"
YOU ARE READING
The Evolution of a Drowning Butterfly
Ficțiune adolescențiThis is a contemporary novel. All of the events, names, places have come out of my own brain. Rose, a teenage girl, loses her father, then tries to regain control of her life. When she meets Jay, he takes her on a journey to find love, forgiveness...
