"11 missed calls from Jordan" is the first thing I see when I wake up and check my phone.
I don't know what to do. Should I call him back, just keep ignoring him, try to sort it out....
I sigh, and toss my phone back on my bed. I don't really know what to do, so I'm just going to ignore him for now.
"Morning, Mom," I yawn.
"Morning, Maia."
I make my mom some coffee, and then eat banana peanut butter toast. As I sit at the kitchen table, I try to think of what to do about Jordan. I mean, he called me eleven times... I guess I'll call him back....later. Right now all I want to do is go for a run in the park.
I throw on my nike's, workout clothes, and my armband, and head to the park.
The perfect distraction. Running. You look all professional with your armband and headphones, and nobody wants to bother you. It's exhilarating, and you feel like electricity pumps through your veins at every step.
I've already gone three laps around the park when someone starts to run beside me. I don't know who it is because I can only slightly see them through peripheral vision, but it's obvious that they're following me, and they're not even trying to hide it.
I pick up my pace, taking large strides to lose the stalker. They fall back a bit, but they're still on my heels.
Time to take it up a notch.
I begin to sprint, no longer jogging. The gloves are off. The whole point of the headphones is to NOT be bothered.
I keep my breaths even, so that I don't get a cramp. I'm traveling so fast, I can't even see my own feet. Suddenly, a hand latches onto my arm, and I'm startled. I whip around and pull from their grip, while simultaneously latching onto that same hand. I twist it around their back, and pinch it between their shoulder blades.
"Aghh! Mercy! Mercy!"
I instantly let go, and push him away from me.
"What the hell, Jordan!? I could have broken your arm!" I freak.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how else to reach you. You've been ignoring my calls, and I don't know where you live, so this is the only place I could find you. I knew you'd be here."
"I wasn't really ignoring your calls..more like avoiding..."
He takes a deep breath. "Listen. I'm sorry I snapped at you last night. I can explain it all if you'd just let me talk to you for a sec."
"Fine. Okay."
He leads me to a park bench, and we sit down.
"I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm sorry. That motorcycle that you touched hasn't left the garage since....my older brother died three years ago. I don't let anybody touch it. It was his prized possession. I only take the tarp off to clean it, and then it goes right back on after. It was so important to him, and I know he'd want me to take care of it. So I have, ever since he died. And now, I guess...well.....I'm just protective over it."
Wow.
I had no idea.
I take a deep breath. "Wow...I had no idea. I'm sorry. I put my hands all over it without even asking. That was wrong of me to do, even if it wasn't your brother's. I shouldn't just go touching other people's stuff."
"No, that's okay. I shouldn't have freaked out so much. You're actually...the only person who's seen it besides family. So...I guess that makes you special." He smiles.
"Should we hug and make up?" I smile.
Before I even finish my sentence, he lifts me off the bench into a hug, and quickly places me down.
"Now, shall we finish that run?" He grins.
YOU ARE READING
Twelve Boyfriends
Teen FictionA young girl named Maia never gets the guy. Her hot older sister, Chloe, has always been the one to have boys drooling over her like she was a precious gem. But when Maia starts growing into her good looks, she doesn't know how to handle all the boy...
