Rebels At Heart

Chapter 4

Jenna's POV

Its friday night, but Im still on my bed. I dont want to go out and have some fun just as I always did. This past few weeks are very stressful ones, specially my conversation or lets say argument with Julie a week ago.

Im fine with the cold shoulders all this years, but what bothers me more is the heated argument we just had. More likely give me a slim chance of ironing out our relationship.

Just as I about to get up, I caught something on my small table just beside my bed. It is a small paper with a cellphone number written on it.

My forehead creased with confusion as I reach the paper. Why on earth I notice it just now? I realized where I got it from. I look over the number and found out it doesn't have a person's name with it. I can't remember his name though. But well I can remember him, what he look like and what we shared exactly five weeks ago....

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I open my eyes and saw him sleeping beside me. 'What happened??' I asked myself. As I tried to recall what happened last night, then automatically massage my head with the piercing pain that hurts like hell.

Ouchh..hang over!! Yeah right...
I cursed myself out loud..enough to awake him.

"What happened?", he asked as he got up.

The question made me smile despite the pain Im suffering.

"Well, that is exactly the same question Im trying to ask myself right now. You are just repeating it, just so you know."
Again, I try to sooth my headache with my hand, massaging it.

"Hang over?"

"Obviously it is"

"I'l just get you an aspirin".

"No, its okay. Im about to head home.", I dont let him stand, in fact I am the one standing right now and putting on my clothes.

"That fast? How about you go home after breakfast?'', more on a question that confirming an answer.

He got up and waiting for a reply. He is studying me.. which make me feel uncomfortable. I hurried right away and grab my bag.

"I am not asking for a permission Mr hot shot..I will go home because I wanted to."

I walk towards the door.

I saw his panic expression. "Well, atleast let me drive you home", he said trying to convince me.

"Thanks but no thanks.. I can handle myself pretty well.. just dont bother yourself, okay? Bye!!"

Before I walk out the door, he grab my hand and with a pleading look he asked, " Can I..ahmmm...I mean get your number? Or have my number instead?"

I can sense his uneasiness.. or nervousness?? Why is that so?? Is it his first time asking a girl's number? Really?? That is so unbelievable. Im holding myself not to laugh at him. Im too amuse to laugh so instead I released a smile.

"Well??", he asked as he smile as well.
A nervous smile to be exact.

"Well, I can have yours but Im afraid my phone was drain last night, so...... ".

"Wait..i'l just write it.."

It made me smile even more. The way he is writing his number or scramble it on a paper, just confirmed how nervous he is.

He handed me the piece of paper,
"Here ..I will be expecting your call as soon as possible, right??."

"Of course! So it is a good bye then?".

"It is surely not, actually we will be seeing each other again soon, I know".

"Okay!", I reply.

Before I find my way out, I heard my name was called..

"And Jenna....thanks for the wonderful night,"

Im too surprised to manage a reply, he remembered my name?? I will give him that credit, because I on the other hand dont remember his.

I finally walk out the room without leaving a comment with what he said. Didn't even turn my head to say my goodbye.

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.... Im looking again to the paper in my hand. So what now? Call him or not?

Well, its not the right time. I have so much in my mind right now, dont have enough time to take part my usual self---playing around with boys.
All I needed is a peace of mind.

I will just save his number and try to call him if my life will get any better, well if that is even possible.

Wait...what name should I save along with his number? I dont know his name at all.. I recall calling him hot shot but not his own name..

Aha! ( with an invisible light bulb on over my head) I have an idea..from now on you will be named " Mr. hot shot".

So how's that?? Perfect.. right?

That is the very first step to do.. and the other steps?? Well.. still on-hold..

My phone beeps and lights up. Someone did message me. And who is this someone exactly?

.."hey loner..its friday night..wanna have some fun?"

It is from one of my childhood friend, Ericka.

.."dont tell me you have your own world to live with because right now it will never going to work."

I laugh when I read the second message.

As I type my reply.. I glance up to my wall clock hanging over my table.. reads exactly 10 pm.. I have enough time to prepare if ever I will go.

..Sorry Eri, as much as I want to have some fun but unfortunately tonight is not the right time..maybe next friday?"

..Ok you're the boss! Just text me if you have time. See yah!!"

When I became the rebellious one and a loner at the same time..thats when I started ignoring all my friends. Maybe because I don't want to see the judgmental looks in their face everytime we talked about my dad. I dont want to hear any more blame from others just because I received more than enough coming from my own family.

My life sucked up until then. I dont even know myself and what I choose myself to become.

I did accept that what happened has its own reason, but I still hope to know what that reason has been.

So much for thinking and crying over spilled milk. Let by gone be by gone and move on. This is just a bad day not a bad LIFE!!!

So I prepared myself to sleep and choose to forget reality. At least for now.